Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190720092525/@comment-29564364-20190722034455

Alex recounts the events that led up to his arrest in detail -- especially his interaction with Brianna -- during which he kept veering on tangents about his past, a Gremlin friend of his, his inventions, Tesla, etc. that Tesla always had to bring him back from. At one point, he even asked for the guard's opinion on whether he should ditch the rockets on his boots in favor of bigger thrusters on his backpack that could hold bigger spirit energy tanks.

Meanwhile, three of the guards that escorted him were fiddling with his equipment: one was trying to slip his hand in a gauntlet whose locked opening was barely too small; the second was gently shaking one of his boots, watching the liquid spirit energy dance in its half-exposed cylindrical container; and the third was inspecting the intricate clockwork mechanism visible between the blade, crossguard and hilt of Clockedge.

After almost 20 minutes, most of which were rambling, his account finally ends with the party of guards tying him up. Alex then tilts his head over his listener's shoulder. "Hey, don't twist that, dude!" he warns the third guard who had now moved on to the socket at the end of the hilt. Unable to contain his curiosity, he twists the weirdly shaped pommel and the handle extends to several times its original length, striking his nose in the process, while the tip glances off his armored foot to plant itself in the ground between his feet. "Told ya." He brings his head back while chuckling. "It never gets old... So! Got everything down?"

(Okay, I'm going to sleep for real, this time.)