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By looking at Steel Manor, a mansion near the center of the city, you wouldn't know that there was a loud rehearsal taking place in the house. As the name of the house implies, it is the home of the illustrious Steel family. Their only son, Desmond, was currently rehearsing for an upcoming performance in his father's new concert hall. There were even posters up all over the city advertising it: "The Dirt Road Dragons, LIVE and in concert at the Steelcorp Concert Hall." Because of it, Desmond and his band have been performing their hearts out. After belting out one last long note, Desmond turned to the band. "Great rehearsal, guys. We still have a few days before the performance, but we'll have one more rehearsal the night before. Sound good?" The band gave their agreement, then left him with warm smiles. Desmond, however, took his new sword and left, as well, taking his motorcycle out for a run. He was easily bored, but a ride always helped alleviate his boredom.

Amelia blinked, then looked around. "If you're a potential buyer, I could cut a canvas to be pocket-sized. That will cost you extra, though," She appeared to be thinking now. "As I'd be shortening another canvas in the process. What style are you looking for, sir?" In the process of realizing he was not the important agent that was supposed to come by some time this week, she also felt the pulses of Marcus. He was sensing something. What, she didn't know.

After several miles of walking and several strange stares from people, including a few children who were rushed on by a parent or guardian, Ari had made it into the center of town, watching the people and many things happening around her, knowing that alot of the things happening in this city was controlled by Sora.Co. She found the place she was looking for, the city museum, she stepped inside, making sure to hide her face best she could with a scalf and a hat, which wasnt really out of the ordinary for the weather, knowing that the unveiling of the new find would definatly bring some less than friendly people who might recognize her, she stopped as she heard more muffled talk coming from her bag "Someone is here, someone....familiar." Ari quickly elbowed her bag and hissed a quick angry protest to his talking "Shut it...do you want us to get caught, we cant let them find out your hear..."

Valiant looked at her and shook his head. "I'm set with food. And I won't sell your work. You worked hard, you deserve to sell it." She seemed nice. Could he tell her the truth? That he had a sword on his back? that it was possessed? He thought for a second before mentally nodding. He took Ma'at from his back and held it out. He let down the power and revealed the blade to Amelia

Desmond continued riding until he got to what appeared to be a museum. The sword at his back pulsed with power, and he could easily feel it. "Don't know what that's about, but I'm likin' this exhibit they're settin' up. Ancient swords, huh? That'd be right up my alley."

Val backed up a bit. She was a swordkeeper? That didn't really matter to him. He acted like he was cut by her though, pointed ears pointed down like a dog's when he was sad. He didn't mean to come off as threatening. Ma'at vanished from her view and he put the sword back onto his back. Bowing, "I'm sorry for bothering you." He turned to leave.

Desmond was surprised to hear an alarm going off in the museum in front of him. "What the hell?! And here I thought this was a more peaceful area of the city..." He was torn between riding away and staying to see what happened. Going against his better judgment, he stuck around to see events unfold.