The Park, Tuesday Night

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The cold in Fandom is biting, as it becomes more and more obvious that the place is a lawless nightmare. No police, no mayor, no law other than that of force.

It is no place to be for any normal person or any trained fighter.

Much less the old man who is walking through park late at night. He draws his coat further around him and shivers, putting a hand up on his hat to keep it on. He looks very frail and helpless out in the cold


That's exactly what he is. A frail, graying, helpless old man. Yep. That's exactly what you see here. You definintely do not see an ex-British Intelligence Officer who has caught some of his employer's knack for do gooderism and is well armed enough to take out an army division by himself.

Yep, that's definitely what you don't see. Totally. You can go ahead and attack this old man without worry that anything bad will happen to you. At all. You won't end up in an Intensive Care Ward. Why would that happen?

[[OOC: Open to anyone who is dumb brave enough to wander around the park at night for their own means, anyone who wants to chat with Alfred, or anyone who has a death wish and wants to attack him.]]