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.]
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.]
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.]
[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.
[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]
[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.]
[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.
[So even if he doesn't get to keep the dagger right away, the magical ownership will be transferred to him. Well, that's cool. Walter is definitely a little nervous about this but it's not like he expected psychic control of a dagger to involve anything less.
He nods and uses the dagger to make a small cut on the knob of his palm below his pinky. Then the drop of blood is tilted onto the gem.]
[He expected to move it with his mind, exactly like in that book and movie Matilda, not that it would so truly enter his mind. He takes a big step back, and the dagger wobbles in the air.]
Yeah, I can see now why you saved this for someone crazy enough to handle it.
Mount him on a wall? God, what do you take me for?
[then again, he does have skulls in his vault. Maybe it's not so outlandish]
...So when you kill someone, or something, you can technically bring them back if you have their remains. So we had to light the corpse on fire to make it so no one could bring him back.
[Backpedaling:] You know, like a talking head that passes down wisdom.
[But that wasn't relevant at all in the end... Walter listens thoughtfully to this story.]
I didn't think he was here now... did he graduate? [Feels like a bit of a blunt question but oh well, it's a gap in Walter's knowledge of prominent Bargizens, and "is he doing well" seems off when Trevor is in his corner about how this place is Bad.]
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[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?
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[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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Hey. You all right? You look warm.
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[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.]
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[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.
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[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.]
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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]
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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?
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[he smiles and uses his hand to subtly point. The dagger moves in accordance, following his motions]
No, it's the real thing.
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[He watches the motion, raising his own hand though without intent yet.]
Will we both be able to control it at the same time?
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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.
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Or, die. Preferably not die.
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[He makes the gesture and then waits - to watch Trevor's gestures more or for him to relinquish it.]
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He holds the dagger for Walter to take]
Give it a drop of your blood on the gem there.
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[So even if he doesn't get to keep the dagger right away, the magical ownership will be transferred to him. Well, that's cool. Walter is definitely a little nervous about this but it's not like he expected psychic control of a dagger to involve anything less.
He nods and uses the dagger to make a small cut on the knob of his palm below his pinky. Then the drop of blood is tilted onto the gem.]
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Give yourself a chance to get used to it first. Impulse control's a little crazy the first few minutes.
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[He expected to move it with his mind, exactly like in that book and movie Matilda, not that it would so truly enter his mind. He takes a big step back, and the dagger wobbles in the air.]
Yeah, I can see now why you saved this for someone crazy enough to handle it.
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Don't lose it. I got it from Dracula.
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You've heard every version of "Thanksgiving must be awkward" in the book, I take it.
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He's not so bad, when he's not batshit crazy.
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Mount him on a wall? God, what do you take me for?
[then again, he does have skulls in his vault. Maybe it's not so outlandish]
...So when you kill someone, or something, you can technically bring them back if you have their remains. So we had to light the corpse on fire to make it so no one could bring him back.
Didn't do much. We both wound up here eventually.
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[But that wasn't relevant at all in the end... Walter listens thoughtfully to this story.]
I didn't think he was here now... did he graduate? [Feels like a bit of a blunt question but oh well, it's a gap in Walter's knowledge of prominent Bargizens, and "is he doing well" seems off when Trevor is in his corner about how this place is Bad.]
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