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Sure, I've got those.

You've got a short reach. Maybe we should look into a secondary weapon with a longer aim to make up for it; I used to be able to grab someone about to punch me and hurl them by their wrist.

Yeah, it's true, my reach sucks! I might be close to last among the guys. [Getting really into this.] I was actually thinking about that too, but I thought it would be too big to carry around with me, especially concealed to not freak people out. I mean, unless it were a gun...

Sad, my two best guns are with Jacob and Collins. I keep looking for a good port to restock, haven't had much luck. Even so, both of them are expert marksmen.

This one might be a stretch, but..did you want to try something magical?

Yeah, there's definitely risks. [To a gun. Holy shit, this guy seriously might have given him a gun. They're certainly friendly but Trevor still doesn't know anything major about him like what the hell his crimes are. ...note to self: Talk to Jacob and find out what his crimes are. Jacob's relatively new like him too, right? So Trevor must be serious about this principle.

Hmmmm... Walter needs to think. This feels like going a lot deeper down the rabbit hole, or simply too good to be true and a trap. But a shortcut for his physical lousiness might be the only effective option, and maybe Trevor sees that too.]

Honestly... There are a lot of unknowns, but I'd be open to magic.

Right.

I want you to practice with me with it first, but I have a dagger that we can link you to, psychically. So if you need to, you just need to think where you want the dagger to stab and it'll drive home.

Really?

[Certainly he'd thought about the option of a knife. Brass knuckles, gun, knife, these seemed to be the three that could be concealed in his pocket, ranked in ascending order of messiness. Honestly, telekinetic stabbing is a level of violence he never expected to experience in his life.]

I don't know if this magic works like you can use your skills in one thing to make up for another, but I might be able to get good at practicing that. Wow. I'm moved, honestly.

Good. Don’t lose it, I only have the one and it was a gift from my terrifying father in law.

But we can start practicing with it soon as you like.

Holy smokes. Thank you so much, I mean it. I won't let you down.

[Taking a breath again, trying to collect himself. He has a lot of questions, whatever he can do to make this worth Trevor's time.]

Do I get to keep the actual dagger on me right away, or will that be after more progress in practice?

[a little unsure at being faced with enthusiasm - usually both Trevor's world and the Barge are full of pessimistic assholes - he falls into awkward silence to the genuine moment of gratitude]

Uh. Right.

[moving on!]

I want you to practice with me first. Last thing you want is to accidentally stab yourself if you don't know how to position it when you use it.

But I can show you.

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Good point, I don't even know how it won't cut through my pockets. If you have a sheath or something, I thank you in advance for that also.

[Walter likes to think of himself as an optimist, but the barge has quickly shown him just how many different circumstances can occur that don't merit the optimism.]

So... meet somewhere later tonight?

Enclosure would be best for practice. 1am?

Okay. Gives us both plenty of time to do other stuff tonight. [This means it's going to turn out to be after Willa's post, which will put him in A Mood.] I'll see you there.

[He shows up in darker, firmer clothes than the cargo khaki shorts or whatever he usually wears, and gloves. It's a bit hot at this point but oh well. Coverage is important.]

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[Trevor stands ready at the door, curled up in his usual cape. He tilts his head and holds the door open for Walter]

Hey. You all right? You look warm.

It's fine. I dress too cold a lot anyway. Change of pace will do me good. And... [With a low-voiced drama:] A glimpse of a bruise might give someone the right idea.

[He bounces on his feet tensely.]

The enchantment. Do you have that ability, or do the components just activate themselves? [He'd wondered for a second if "we" was about another person helping with the magic part.]

Right. Don't overheat.

[He huffs, grinning. Trevor clicks open the Enclosure door, letting them into Castlevania itself. Or rather, the front entrance of it, grand and imposing and impossibly high gothic ceilings, designed to be intimidating from the ground up]

Don't think about it too much, I'll show you. I'm not magic but I have a nose for what is.

...Okay.

[He wonders if this is a separate magical area that has simply been accessed through the enclosure door. Then he wonders if this is actually a castle like out of the vampire stories. None of these seem wise to ask at the moment... This could so easily be a trap. Getting betrayed on the barge seems like a matter of when, not if. Let it not be Trevor, then.

He crosses himself and continues to follow. Maybe the castle will be drafty, or maybe it will be heated by the mysterious technology.]

[Trevor enters the facsimile of the castle so many of his ancestors fought and died in without a second's hesitation. He snorts aloud when he sees Walter cross himself]

You fucker. That's adorable.

[it actually is relatively heated. And has electricity! Which is decidedly weird for something supposedly built long before even Trevor's time.

He turns to face Walter, and a dagger springs out of his hand, hovering in the air between them]

[Walter points a finger to say:]

Just for the record, I was not an altar boy.

[But it's comfortable in here... He assumes Trevor made the settings. He looks at the dagger, observing that it appeared instead of Trevor manually taking it out.]

Is this a memory of the dagger?

What's that got to do with anything?

[he smiles and uses his hand to subtly point. The dagger moves in accordance, following his motions]

No, it's the real thing.

Just wanted to be clear I'm not quite that adorkable.

[He watches the motion, raising his own hand though without intent yet.]

Will we both be able to control it at the same time?

[he snorts, calling the blade back to his hand]

Nope. So don't go stabbing me.

[He holds the knife out for Walter, tapping the red gem in the middle of the crossguard]

So this is how you're going to control it, and hopefully keep others from controlling it too. We feed it a drop of your blood and it changes ownership.

...I hope it doesn't come to this, but what about the other person's blood?

It requires the original owner to relinquish control first.

Or, die. Preferably not die.

...okay. ...Fingers crossed!!

[He makes the gesture and then waits - to watch Trevor's gestures more or for him to relinquish it.]

[he chuckles, and presses down hard on the gem. The blood inside it swirls, and disappears, returning to its pre-charged clear state.

He holds the dagger for Walter to take]

Give it a drop of your blood on the gem there.

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