[RL] Shiny Weapon Ooh!

[answerer_sword]

[Bazett had hurried as soon as soon as Father Kotomine had given her his location. She knows that her concern is unfounded, but as his friend and partner, she has a duty to protect him. Thus, she barreled through all clowns and even a few buildings trying to get to his location.]

[The side effect is that she looks a little roughed up when she arrives. She is sure that her thin layer of makeup has smeared away in the process of wiping away blood, sweat, and dust. Her clothing is crooked and even torn in one or two places. Her hair is falling into her eyes.]

[When she is close enough to catch sight of Father Kotomine, she has to stop and quickly brush her hair back and straighten her jacket collar. Friends as they may be, she still respects him and wants to look professional in his presence. Only when she thinks she looks presentable does she step forward.]

Good evening, Father.

[She says so as a courtesy. She is actually not too sure of the time, but it looks to be evening to her with the dark sky and the strange moon .]

I have come to discuss matters about the weapon.

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[structuraldefect]

[He wasn't lying about his experience. He knows his way around heretics. Even with a different method and a different weapon, he can handle himself well enough. He bounces more than could be expected. Swifter, perhaps. But there's motion, and there's blood on him and some of it is his. Most of it isn't.

None of it's on the sword. If it could be called a sword. It looks more like a drill. Perhaps a lance. It seems a bit blurry. As if it's being viewed on a low definition TV, and the image coming in is crystal clear HD. Something not quite fitting. Like the world behind 3D glasses when they're lowered.]

There you are. [He says this, as she rounds the corner.] Have you been waiting long?

[Mild. Despite the blood and the dirt and the weapon. As if this is ordinary.]

[answerer_sword]

[It is a beautiful sword, blurry as it may be. Even a person like her, who has little appreciation for decoration, has to admit that it is an impressive weapon. And something tells her that it is a powerful one as well. She has to take a second to marvel at it before replying.]

N-no, I have just arrived.

[She waits for him to hand her the sword. She does not want to seem desperate for a weapon, especially when she can protect herself perfectly fine.]

[structuraldefect]

Right. [He nods.] Let's get down to business.

[He smiles. Pleasantly, almost. A little exhale, as if he's not sure if this will go. He holds out the sword, after a moment of hefting it. The blade lies flat. If it can be called a blade. It seems to gleam, even in the bizarre light from the bizarre moon. It feels so official, somehow. Just from the stance. Like she's being entrusted something worth its weight and ego in gold.]

He can be choosy. [A small shift in his smile. Almost like a huff under his breath. Sort of a laugh, really.] But you may take him, when you're ready.

[answerer_sword]

T-thank you.

[She stiffens, and perhaps goes a little red when she sees how he is willing to entrust her with the sword. Even though he is young now, he is still her friend and mentor. She cannot disappoint his expectations, nor can she disappoint the weapon.]

Please give me a moment.

[She takes a deep breath, and then reaches out, letting her hand hover over the hilt of the sword. She does not know if the sword can perceive it, but she mouths a word thanks to it as well.]

[Then, without another word, she grasps the hilt.]

[answerer_sword]

[As the fire consumes her hand, she feels a pain that drills past her skin and muscle and bone, all the way into her nerves. For a moment, her hand is frozen from the pain, but immediately after, her impulse is to drop it.]

[Paradoxically, it is the question that gives her resolve. The voice resonating in her mind is that of a hero who perhaps wields power millions of times greater than hers. It the voice of a hero who had intimidated her from their first meeting. And he is asking her whether or not she is worthy.]

[She cannot show weakness before this hero. Nor can she show it in front of Father Kotomine, a man who would become her friend and mentor.]

Father Kotomine trusts me.

[This is her reply. As an Enforcer, she values her mission and the trust of her comrades over even the demands of a hero. She has to wield this sword.]