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[never_very_good]

[After a second there are seven tones, the sound of a phone number being punched into a much-abused cellphone that, unfortunately, is only picking up a City signal right now.]

Ed? Ed? Damnit pick up your phone...

[A pause, a low growl.]

I dunno where I am or what's going on but-- [unintelligible stream of swearing under his breath] there

Comments

[sword_boy]

Frankie? Is something wrong?

[good_at_this]

Why the fuck does everyone here know my name?

[sword_boy]

Because you've been a resident of the City for quite some time...

...Why, would you prefer that I call you Dalton instead? Because I think I would have the right to call you by your given name after that time you had to feed off of me.

[good_at_this]

What fucking City and who are you and why do you know my name?

[sword_boy]

This is the City. It's a crossroad of sorts. It exists outside of time, space and reality... You've been a resident of it for awhile.

I'm a friend of yours here... Kamishiro Tsurugi. I can't remember who arrived here first, but we've been friends ever since.

[good_at_this]

I have no idea what you're talking about. I just got here like, a day ago.

[sword_boy]

...No, I'm certain you've been here longer. I don't think you've left anytime recently, since I would saw it in the Hall of Portraits.

Plus I know what I'm talking about with you. We've had conversations about your world and you formerly being a vampire.

[good_at_this]

Maybe you know what you're on about, I don't have a fucking clue.