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Alexander blinked once , his brother was right. He was happy he was awake and more then that , now with his brothers no less but...He was acting poorly. He stood up to correct himself only to have Jian use him as a shield. Nothing wrong with it , Alex -was- the shield after all. Jian the brain , Quill the fighter , Arron the leader and himself , Alexander the shield , the protector. After that was just...a whirlwind of madness. He was pinched , hugged by a...what he had to assume was a mentally unwell girl in odd attire , climbed on , clung to , mildly choked , yelled at and left in a dave blinking helplessly at Jian for answers.

It wasn't long tell he was beside Jian at a table for first meal. Eating.....something. It was tasty , crisp , melted 'chocolate' inside it , the name sounded french but Alex could not place it , not that a explanation really would have helped. As Jian outlined the situation , the need for firmiliar ground 'books' for Jian in a strange world all Alex could do was gently put a hand on Jians shoulder and ease him back in to his chair , coughing in to his fist and handing him a near by small book , some kind of gloss....-thing-. Easy reading , looked to have something to do with clothing and the proper maintance of the female body concerning fat? Wierd , very wierd but it would at least give Jian something to skim over.

"Four of us , awake at the same time. Together again." Alex looked at his brothers and smiled , then looked to the girls with the same smile "Four of them , each one remembering one of us. It would seem we have found our Mistress'." Stand up slowly Alexander towered in a way that seemed natural for him. It was the aura of a protector , from the ground up and his steps fell heavy as he moved to Madelines side after spotting her ring. Taking a slow one knee kneel infront of her. Moving his hand in to his coat pocket and taking out a blue orb with a fang in the center. Squeezing it in his hand it glowed slightly , morphing and twisting in shape tell it took form again , his sword , sharp , desighned with markings and shapes not unlike his silver necklace , not a single imperfection in the entirety of the massive weapon. It was truth that long ago , when he first got the blade it looked very different. The blade looked closer to his fang then , the handle made of oak bark and the strappings of wolf hide. But now it to had changed , much like the world and his clothing it was reflective. He was no longer some imprisoned savage man who's muscle could conquer. He was a knight , -her- knight.

As he floated the tip of the blade just above the floor in his kneel his image even reflected it as he kept his eyes on Madeline. "I am Alexander Durmont. Lost noble to a old house. Fourth of my brothers. The last leviathan of the worlds waters and caller of storms. I am a servant , a protector and should the need arrise , a weapon bound to my oath and sealed to my ring and it's owner. As such , so long as you wear my ring , I am proud to call you my Mistress. Please look humbly apon me." Bowing his head down Alexander kept his stance , only moving to lightly turn Madelines hand and kiss his-...no -her- ring.