Tales from Swordbearer
Disclaimer:
Based on the AU Swordbearer series created by Vega,
Based on "Highlander: the Series" by Panzer-Davies productions and others.
AN: I fully encourage everyone to read Swordbearer and it's sequel at Vega's FF. net account, under the name Arkaidy. It's a wonderful, fantastic piece of Highlander fanfiction and you wont be able to fully understand this drabble without it.
AN2: VWL stands for the Visible Weaponry Law, a law that states that Immortal's weaponry, i.e. swords, must be worn in plain sight at all times. Other laws include only fighting challenges in approved areas and carrying an "Identification of Immortal Status Card" which has its own sharp edge in order to provide evidence of immortality.
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"VWL"
by SlvrCrystalC
My name is John Constaint. I am a 13 year veteran of the San Francisco Police Department, Major Crimes division, and I am immortal.
'They're all going to kill me,' was his only thought as he made his way through the police department's main hallway. People whom he had taken breaks with, dodged bullets for, had known for years, stared at him in shock. Word of his new accessory had obviously traveled, because his boss was already standing at the door to the Major Crimes department's main room. He did not look happy. 'In fact, that twitch seems to have come back,' John thought distantly.
As soon as John reached the door, his boss, without a word, turned and swept into his own office, the door to it being left open in silent invitation. John went in. The closing of the door almost, but not quite, muffled the sudden whispers that broke out among the occupants of the main room. Oddly, it seemed like not a single one of the people here had noticed that before today, he had a sword hidden under his coat; definitely not his boss, Harold Sanders, who seemed to have composed himself behind his desk, apart from the twitch.
"I don't have to tell you that it is now illegal for a non-immortal to wear a sword," Sanders stated simply. He didn't. The sheer number of seminars and training those in all major police departments had received was a bit much. The politicians still seemed a bit paranoid about immortals. A bit of time had passed with no other talk from his boss, so he went ahead and answered, "No Sir." John also took out his "Identification of Immortal Status Card" and cut himself on the back of his hand, showing both to his boss.
"I won't ask you why you've stayed silent all this time," his boss told him, "We all know how people are reacting to immortals, but it would have been nice of you to warn me first!" Here he started glaring. "You're lucky it would be seen as racist to suspend you, but for now on, we're USING your un-dying immortal finding ass, got it? Now get out there explain this to the others, because I sure don't want to hear it right now."
He almost let out a sigh of relief as he left the office, but froze instead, looking upon the dead silent room. 'Well, it's not like I didn't know this would happen'
"Hello, my name is John Constaint and I am Immortal..."
