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[demlshn_boy_sir]

Kell is sitting in a booth in the corner of the bar, looking rather ill.

He's got a number of tools, too, and he's using them to probe at and scan the strange black briefcase on the table in front of him.

Despite the fact that he's turning 3 shades of green.

Anyone curious?

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[necessary_child]

Sam's been enjoying his lunch close by in his own corner of the bar, but looks up when one of the scanners bleeps rather loudly.

"You all right?" he enquires. "You don't look good."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

Kell looks up and smiles weakly. "Yeah, just a bug I think I picked up somewhere in the bar. Enough people from places other than mine around here, there's bound to be something."

[necessary_child]

Sam nods. "True enough. What are you up to, anyway?"

[demlshn_boy_sir]

He waves at the case. "Suspicious case, thought I'd check and see if it was gonna blow when opened before handing it off to Security." He shrugs, then thinks a moment and eyes Sam. "Know anything about this sort of thing?"

[necessary_child]

Sam shakes his head. "Not in the way you're doing it, I'm not much for technology. I can have a try with magic, though."

Interested now, he leaves his food and makes his way over. "I'm Sam, by the way."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

Kell blinks, then smiles fairly skeptically. "Magic? You're the second person I've heard in the bar mention the stuff. Last check, the only people I knew who did anything resembling magic were Jedi."

He's still convinced that that's all that out there. Wonder if Sam'll convince him otherwise...

"I'm Kell. Nice to meet you." He nods to his new seatmate.

[necessary_child]

It's not unlikely. Sam adores brain-breaking.

"Yeah, likewise. As for magic, I likely won't be the last to mention it either. Hear it's fairly common round here."

Pause. "I'm the first son of Magic to be here, though." Though talking, Sam's eyeing the case warily. After all, Kell said it might blow up.

[demlshn_boy_sir]

Alright, now he's just confused. "Son of Magic? What's that mean?"

He's totally ignored the idea that there's a bunch of people who might use the stuff. It's not something he wants to think about right now...

[necessary_child]

"Exactly what it is. I'm the child of magic incarnate."

But anyway. Sam, having decided the case is apparently unlikely to blow up, even if it does give him the heebie-jeebies for some reason unknown, is now investigating it with magic and has become totally distracted. There's some sort of magical field around it, but it's not like any shield he's ever seen.

"Hmmm..." He's totally absorbed.

[demlshn_boy_sir]

"That... wait, but... How can magic be incarnate? Especially if it doesn't exist?" Poor Kell looks like a monkey who's just been given a watermelon instead of a banana.

Like a freight train, a thought slams into Kell, just in time to keep him from utterly losing his mind--over this at least. "Wait. You're obviously not where I'm from. Where are you from?"

Kell belatedly realizes that this fella's obviously interested in the case. "Hey, according to a friend of mine, you don't want any part of this thing. S'posed to be massively evil." He shrugs.

[necessary_child]

"Mmm. It exists," Sam replies distractedly. There's something very wrong with this case- it doesn't take Kell's warning to tell him that. Firstly, there's no cracks in this shield, and that's supposed to be impossible. Magic this thick has cracks in, where the layers overlap or thin. After a while he suddenly realises that he was asked a question. "Earth, 2003."

Also, intensifying heebie-jeebies. It appears to be draining his magic. Whilst this alarms him, a sudden withdrawal of magic is not a bright idea. It reminds him somewhat of the last fight he had with his brother Seth. Distractions right now would be a very bad idea.

[demlshn_boy_sir]

"...Earth? That someplace outside the galaxy, or what?"

He watches Sam's work with great interest.

[necessary_child]

"...Depends what galaxy you're in, I suppose." The pause is even longer this time, partly because he's almost done, partly because that question took some thinking about.

"And done." Sam's now even paler than before, sweating slightly. He leans heavily on the table. "...Yeah. That thing? Bad news. No idea what it is, but at least I can't see it exploding. Might be openable, but... not even thinking about it." He staggers backwards. "What the hell is it?"

[demlshn_boy_sir]

"Damned if I know. But yeah, seems to get that reaction from everyone."

He eyes Sam... this thing really drained him, evidently. And Corran didn't look so hot, either... he'll think more on it later. "You gonna be alright? You look a bit pale, might want to sit down." He stands up in case Sam needs some help.

[necessary_child]

Sam shakes his head stubbornly and wobbles back to his own seat. He turns in it in order to lean on the back of his chair and carry on talking.

"It's... draining. Sucks the magic in and wouldn't give it back. Doesn't do anything, just... grabs on. But I'll be fine." He sighs. "So much for a nice peaceful lunchtime. Might be what's giving you the-" a huge yawn- "Sorry. Giving you the bug or whatever."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

Kell sits back down. "Y'really think so?"

He looks at the case, then back at Sam. "Guess I'd better get rid of it then. I'll go see if I can find someone from Security or something to take it."