Crimson Memories - The Second Blade (anyone)

Alexander sat thinking in the middle of the room, his old dark sword infront of him and giving off a small red glow. this would be normal for him acept for a gift he had recieved before returning the the mansion.

A second sword, made entirely of steel and bone...the bones of which shall remain a secret for now. nether the less the original sword was uneasy, it did not like this new addition to his arsenal.

"i know you don't like it but i promise it wont replace you" he said gently to the sword before laying both next to each other.
"I promised that I would try and you will help me" this time a bit more direct and commanding.

He Stood up and grasped both hilts in separate hands in which both blades protested, switching them solved the problem but they felt unweildly.

"this is going to take a while isnt it?" he muttered to himself

A small amused chuckle sounded from behind Alexander, the sound lingering and echoed slightly through the room. A figure was leaning against the shadowed wall at the far end of the room close to where the collection of daggers where lay neatly across a cushioned table.

"You know~ Talking to yourself in front of others may make them think you are a little on the," The figure paused, lifting their fingers up to the side of the head and rotated them around in a few quick circles, "cookoo side~"

The barely visible form shrugged its shoulders in a dismissing way before turning its head towards the man, looking him in for the first time, eyes scanning up and down his form.

"Not bad~" She whispers, but loud enough for the man to also hear on purpose.

Alexander Span around abruptly and his eyes caught sight of the... very open women. her words made him chuckle slightly before his reply could be heard.
"every ones a bit crazy, its no fun being normal" he retorted nicely.
in truth he mentally cursed himself for not noticing her. his guard around here was slipping.

he too scanned the women and took in her scent before grinning slightly at her oh so intentional comment and volume.

"new here?" he asked, sheathing his weapons and stretching, his well toned body pressing against his tight shirt as he did.