Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34830139-20180503015857/@comment-30717141-20180503023306

many of the artifacts on display were rusty, old but still were nice to look at. however, one blade caught his eye. the sword had a black, ornate scabbard with gold trim. the blade's hilt could also be seen, and it shimmered with the gold plates that formed the hand gaurd. the blade was curved and it's handle seemed to be calling out to him. he ignored these calls. a few minutes later, derrick was in another exhibition else where in the museum. A man in a black trench coat bumped into him, and a wrapped up curved pole-like object was then in his hands. he unwrapped the swaddling, and revealed the sword. making sure that the coast was clear, and nobdy could see him, he thought: ' a quick look at the actual blade wouldn't hurt..' and unsheathed the blade. his eyes went blank, and his brain was bombarded with messages like: 'go! Use Me and Kill', ' you are my user, use me and fight!'. He couldn't resist these calls. his mind gave in. Derrick's posture slumped. he held the sword in his right hand and the scabbard in his left. he dragged his feet as he walked, barely willing himself to try to return the sword, but his psyche buckled under the weight of the sheer force of the sword. the museum's security alarms Started going off. it's was the only thing he heard. the next hour was a blur of swings and slashes. but no red color. he heard the sounds of a terrified crowd and he heard his own voice, but he wasn't saying anything Derrick actually wanted to say. he wanted to scream, shout, anything to get out of this nightmare. the police in the surrounding crowd fired as derrick's possesed body rushed forward, but it stopped. None of the bullets hit. the Police Cheif, arriving with the first Mamono police officer, and deputy, stepped out.