[IC] Concorporatius Quartus Vigensumus Vs. Kentucky Tom

[Doc Doctor]

Tom sat on a stump in a vacant lot, enjoying the noonday sun alongside a smoke. He was flat broke, but at least for now he could enjoy the little things.

[Sea Man]

@Doc Doctor

The area suddenly lit up with what appeared to be a second sun, flashing its blue light onto the empty lot. Trash and leaves swirl about as a portal opens. Stepping through is a man in a pristine white uniform, looking like a cross between riot police and a medieval crusader with metal armor. A helmet protects his head with a black visor obscuring his face. In his right arm, he carries a book about the size of a twenty pound bag of rice, then lowers it to the ground.

"Mister Thomas of Kentucky. You are in clear violation of Article Four Hundred Thirty Eight Subsection Sixty Two B. The punishment is five years of stassis. Come quietly or I will be authorized to use deadly force." He warns.

[Doc Doctor]

@Sea Man

Tom stared, baffled, as the Law Mage appeared out of the blue. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming, slack jawed with his cigarette lilting in one corner of his mouth. After being addressed, he straightened up and stood, pushing his shades firmly up his nose. He'd have to think fast to get out of this one.

"Now listen Son, ya got it all wrong. I ain't Kentucky Tom. I'm actually his vessel. My job is to magically carry the REAL Tom around, against my own will mind ya, for his dirty deeds. Here, I ain't resistin'! I'll throw the little bastard out and you can arrest him first! Otherwise ya'll never catch 'em. I'll move real slow-like, all righty?"