-18- Guard! Turn! Parry! Dodge! Spin! Ha! Thrust!

[its_me_hooray]

I thank the kind Medics for their medicines, ice cream and jello, Handmaiden for her wonderful poetry and whoever made those little turtle-shaped chocolates in well-wishing. Those were the best! Sylvar, are you o-

[Pause. Dirt smudge here.]

Ohh! A game! Another game! Throw another ball, fiend, you've yet to strike me!

[Smudge smudge.]The

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arrrg title sounds familiar...

[feathered_earth]

Hey, I'm glad you're back on your feet! And sure, come on by!

[its_me_hooray]

Off I go, then!

Those games and puzzles were super fun. I'll have to look for some new ones to test the mind. Where did you get them?

[ooc: Quicklog?]

[feathered_earth]

There's a guy in the Bazaar who sells them sometimes! And I got a few from that huge toy store from the Wilderness.

[Quicklog is good~ Krile will be waiting in the shop for him.]

Quicklog

[its_me_hooray]

I'll look him up sometime, it beats counting the ceiling tiles!

---

[Aaaand Night was a quick bugger when he was on a mission. It was a half-hour until he stepped into the shop, beating the crowds around the elevator and clutching an old, dirty rucksack. He managed to squeak by someone looking closely at some projectile weapons and stepped up to the counter.]

Miss Krile, congratulations on your name! How's the shop doing lately?

Quicklog

[feathered_earth]

[Krile grins at him--it wasn't nice to see him laid up in Wellspring, so it's a relief that he's back to his usual, exuberant self.]

Thanks! And it's been doing pretty well!

[She half-rises, hands resting on the counter as she looks curiously at the sack he's got.]

So what's in there?

Quicklog

[its_me_hooray]

Months of hard work, that's what's in here! I don't know how forging a weapon works, but I hope something can be done with these shards I've been finding!

[He grasped the edges of the sack and pushed them downward for its contents to reveal themselves in the light. He reaches down and picks up a bigger one. There were about a dozen fragments of a metal that seemed black or a dark blue depending on what angle you looked at them. Night felt nothing about touching the shards and having a look, but something about them...]

Quicklog

[feathered_earth]

[Krile's first thought when she sees the shards is that Night wasn't kidding when he said it needed to be reforged. From the look of it, she'll have to remake the entire sword almost from scratch. And the metal is a strange color--

--but when he pulls one out fully, she almost recoils. It's--she can feel it somehow. This is bad. She's not sure how or why, but she can tell.]

Night, what are these?!

Quicklog

[its_me_hooray]

Pieces of what I think was a sword! See, I think this piece connects here, and this one connects this way...

[He plucked some out one by one, connecting them on the table. Eventually, he'd managed to lay the shards out in such a way that it nearly formed the completed blade. It would need a new hilt, and the shape of the blade was just plain odd... how were you supposed to hold it? He looked proudly at his work.]

I kept finding pieces of it here and there and was compelled to find more! I wonder how strong it really is if it shattered like this... but a lot of stuff in Edensphere is broken for some reason, right?

Quicklog

[feathered_earth]

[And as he's laying it out, Krile is leaning back from it. It's not like the pieces are even glowing with sickly light or some other visual nonsense, they're just... there and... bad. She'd rather stick her hand in a Thunder spell than reach out and touch them.

It's starting to make her head ache.]

--oughta--I mean, this ought to stay broken! Can't you tell how bad this stuff is?

[It's a bizarre shape and laid out like that, she has no trouble envisioning what it should look like repaired. But she suddenly does not want to see it in an unbroken state, ever.]

Quicklog

[its_me_hooray]

Whoops, I made a mess, didn't I? Okay, let me get this back in the bag here.

[And back into the bag the shards went, scooping them all up and dumping them into the rucksack.]

Wait, bad? What's bad about it? What should I do with them?

[He looked honestly perplexed, scratching his head. He'd never seen Krile like this, and after Juhani's reaction that evening he was starting to seriously worry.]

Quicklog

[feathered_earth]

[Krile just about breathes a sigh of relief as the shards are removed from the counter. But she's going to clean those spots before she puts anything on there.]

Get rid of them! That metal is....

[She trails off, because she can't really define it in exact words. It is just Badness and she doesn't want to handle it--she doesn't want him messed up with it either.]

It's wrong. I can feel it--there's just something wicked about it. I don't want to think about what would happen if I fixed it.

Quicklog

[its_me_hooray]

[But there was a problem... he felt so drawn to collecting the shards. Something in him knew this blade. Krile insisted it was wrong, wicked, bad. He was just fine with the sword he had, right?]

Okay. I'll bury it somewhere secret. If it's as bad as you say, then nobody should be touching these. Thanks a lot, Krile, I didn't even feel anything from the metal!

[He was all ready thinking of places to bury it, places to hide it forever so nobody could make what could only be an evil weapon. Yes. He was just dandy with the sword he purchased from Krile months ago!]

I'm sorry to bug you with evil metals. Are you okay?

Quicklog

[feathered_earth]

[There's a nasty thought lurking in Krile's mind that he might not have felt it because he's a demon himself, but she tries to get rid of it and certainly won't voice it.

Just because he's a demon doesn't mean he's bad, even if that's her first instinct about them. She just can't see him that way.]

I'm fine--it's not like you knew. Are you sure you're all right? You really should be careful with those, make sure it's not a place where people will accidentally dig them up.