Bold = Action
Italics = Singing
Normal = "Speaking"
On the upper side of London , where all agents bought their gear and weapons along with anything else they may need was often a decently busy street and quite of any kind of paranormal activity…. Or at least that was the normal case but today….Something was very different…. A tall young man with a heavy duster along with a guitar and a dark black felt stetson hat ( a cowboy hat for y'all who don't know ). He was out on the ledge above the street with a good sized crowd growing below him... He took a deep breath then started to play a simple western tune…. ( Play : Carry me back home by Blues Saraceno ) As the guitar started carrying it's tune a ghostly choir started to sing a mournful tune ( the "Wooooo," parts ) Then he began to sing in a gravelly voice with a slight twang.
"Farewell my love ,we'll see each other soon." In the crowd below was filled with members of all agencies were in the crowd from Fittes/Fitz's and Rockwell to Lockwood Co. They were all watching with interest and concern. The man continued to sing.
" I'm resting with the angels , they'll carry me to you,"
The man started to walk and jumped to another building that was a good 7 feet away while still playing and singing.
"Realize my dear , we'll see each other soon"
The man had made it to the end of the block , the group had followed him and watched with wide eyes as them man let go of the guitar as it continued to play as he walked to the edge…
"We'll meet up in the heavens , I'll wait alone for you." "Don't jump" Yelled an agent as the man , no young man that was older than 16 or 17 fell backwards onto the street. Just before he hit the ground , his body became near invisible. The young man rolled to the side and became tangible again and fixed himself with the a pair of dual sabers at his side along with a pair of revolvers above them along with plenty of ammunition and tools on his belt. "What in the bloody hell?" Shouted George Cubbins as many agents started to prepare their weapons and gear. "Oh I hear them say , the angels are calling …. Me …. Back ….home…" The man was pulled back up onto the roof and was playing the guitar. Now , all the agents had the rapiers along any other weapons they had. Clearly war was about to be waged. "...Does anyone know what the hell that was?" A senior team leader asked , being able to see him as well as the rest of the rest of the agents. Even if the didn't have the sight.
"Good night, my dear , Bestill your worried heart , Keep me in your prayers , We'll never be apart!" The young man sprung across the road , his legs became intangible until he reached the other side.
"Take heed, sweet love. You'll never be aloneI'm watching from the heavens. To keep you safe from harm." As many agents were grabbing hold of flares and other ranged weapons the man continued to sing without a care in the world.
"Oh! I hear them say…. The angels call to me!And when their trumpets play. The angels will carry me back home!"
The man had finished singing then jumped down and landed in front of the group. The man then turned to them as he reached to his sabres and pulls them out with a large smile on his face. All of the agents had quickly surrounded him as fast they could.He raised his hands.
"What ? Was there something wrong with the song?" He asked with a confederate American accent. "Hands up and drop the swords!" Commanded one of the supervisor. "As appealing as it sounds , I'll pass." He said as he sank into the ground, pulling the blades with him judt leaving a hat.
…………………………………………………...Alright, ladies and gentlemen, that's it. This may turn into a story or just a random thing I write time to time but until then a have a nice one.