A.) [Phone]

Goodness, goodness. Never had I ever expect my stay to be in this world for so long to the point I would think it might as well be permanent. Although I must say that I am both disappointed and yet pleased about this revelation, I've also seem to notice how many seem to come and ago as people arrive, depart and be replaced with a new body with no recollection of how they've arrived here.

It almost makes you wonder how many times you've seen friends and close ones come and go, doesn't it? How many people that lived with you only to be replaced by another person shortly after and yet you are still here with no changes. I wonder if that means those who have stayed either are lucky that they haven't met with such a fate of being 'replaced' or unlucky that they are still trapped here with not even a clue as to finding out how to leave this place.

Hm. No matter. Such things to ponder about are meaningless to me, so I'll just give those thoughts to you all instead and hear what you would have to say about such matters.

Also. This is the Servant Assassin. I will be alone training myself at the road where it once directed a way to Deadman's Gulch... should anyone wish to spar with me, an invitation is extended to you.

B.) [Action]

[And just as he said he would be doing so, a lone figure in eastern oriental garments will be seen swinging a 150cm (or 5ft for others) long sword being swung in numerous arcs and patterns near flawlessly in his attacks to the invisible foe as if he was facing himself as his blade slashes through the air.

He wasn't going to over exert himself if it wasn't necessary. After all, after staying in this town for so long, he knew there were capable fighters in this town. And it would be rude to extend an invitation and not be able to do what you've promised because you've grown tired. Or if an audience came, why not give a little show of skill? It made no difference to him.]

Hn. It seems eventually that curse would return to haunt me. Heh, I suppose it was just a matter of timing of when it would come back. No matter, I do not regret it since I was able to regain other things as well as enjoy my stay here in certain ways. Never change, Mayfield. I look forward to see what else you have in store for us in the future.

Ah, yes, my initial reasoning for calling out. To those of you whom are skilled at the blade, or any other kind of martial art for that matter, are willing to offer their skill to keep a samurai of the past busy and occupied from being bored for too long, I would offer my address. To those of you whom are magically adept, I have... favors to ask if anyone would be willing to hear them out. The latter would be most important to respond for me in this case.

[Assassin will be seen out, still in his bathrobe since he was unable to find a suitable tailor shop in town to match his taste for appropriate clothing, and seem to be having something of a pleasant conversation with a certain blue haired woman.

To others who do not know the woman that is droned, it wouldn't be much of an issue aside of the fact that Assassin looks completely shocked and possibly horrified. To those who know her, they might share the same feeling and possibly have the same facial description as well. The woman soon leaves with a smile on her face and the man, still stunned in silence for a good long moment, sloooowly drifted his eyes to the side to stare at her walk away.]

... the witch just wished me well and hoped to see me again another day. With a genuine smile on her face. Clearly something is amiss here and I have a very cold chill all of a sudden.


((ooc: sob Caster done got droned. ;w; ))