.o11 ☈ the swordless soldier;

[sting_to_death]

I'm going to pay well whoever of the Scavengers who can find my sword.

Actually, whoever finds it

Comments

[live_ringer]

Any word on what it looks like or how we'd be able to tell it from any other sword out there?

[If he does find it, he plans on running it by Bastet first, since he's not sure if this one's past her probationary period or not.]

[sting_to_death]

No. [ Ah, sore spot. ]

But I know I'll recognize it when I see it.

[live_ringer]

...Right. Well, that'll make it just a touch difficult to follow through with your request.

[sting_to_death]

That's why I'm paying well for it.

[live_ringer]

Well, as long as you don't mind being presented with a good many red herrings along the way, then I suppose it's no bother.

How's this: if I find anything distinctive as far as swords go, I'll make a public description over the journals. If it rings any bells, you can chime in. If it doesn't, then neither of us have wasted our time doing wrong-sword show-and-tell.

[sting_to_death]

[ Pentaps... ] Very well. Your name. [ Never mind that she already knows it from stalking. ]

[live_ringer]

Gene-1. And you're Lin, right? I think we've spoken before.

[And chances are neither of them really left the best impression then, but that doesn't preclude keeping tabs, does it?]

[sting_to_death]

[ Not if she needs something from him, no. ]

Correct.

[felinemystique]

I can tell you what it looks like.

[live_ringer]

That so?

[Huh. Well, he guesses that answers his question on whether Lin's actually allowed pointy things or not.]

[felinemystique]

Yeah, I'll tell you the next time we see each other.

[live_ringer]

Alright, then. I'll look forward to it.

((ooc:Handwave an encounter at the clothes shop?))

[sting_to_death]

[felinemystique]

Well, maybe you should talk to me more.

[sting_to_death]

But

[felinemystique]

Hm~?