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☆009-I couldn't feel the sting at all; It hit me like an arrow.

Glad to see those little fuzzballs of doom are finally gone. Anything that multiplies that fast can't be natural. Though, it was kind of fun to watch that one herd of them falling in an endless loop beside the islands.

To Lin: I think I just might have found something similar to what you're looking for. Well, part of something.

The chain attached to the bottom is broken, so I believe there's an integral part missing. I suppose it counts as half-found.

-Gene-1

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I will have no trouble recognizing you.

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[There was something a touch strange about that wording, but it was little matter, now.

Gene shifted off of his futon, picked up the small weapon which he'd polished to rid it of all dirt and rust the day before, and wrapped it in a canvas-like cloth to keep it safe. After depositing that and his journal in various pockets and making sure his gun was in its holster, he made his way to the Bazaar.

He arrived at the clothing shop a minute before noon and picked the part of the wall farthest from the entrance to lean against while waiting. No reason to interrupt the shop's flow of traffic, after all.]

[ Lin wasn't completely sure how she felt about it. Excited, yes-- she trusted Bastet and the information she had given them. And his sketch looked a lot like what Bastet had described.

But on other hand, what if it wasn't her sword? It would have been extremely disappointing.

Either way, only one way to find out.

Exactly at noon she arrived at the clothing shop too, tilting her head as a greeting. ]

Let me see.

[Gene raised a brow as a very petite woman made a beeline towards him. So this was the person behind the death threats so many months ago, hm? She was tiny, but time around people like Kazahana and Bastet had taught him that meant little here.

Her greeting gesture was met with a nod of his own as he fished the canvas-swaddled weapon out of his pocket.]

What, no pretty please? [The teasing quip was really more of a formality than anything. Something to say for the sake of talking while he unwrapped the bundle. Once he finished, he held up the sharp, gleaming little object for her to inspect.]

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[ This was the first time she met him in person, and just like with everyone close to Bastet, she was going to watch carefully his every move and try to figure out what kind of person he was, what did Bastet see in him, and possibly figure out why they were friends. So, as he was distracted with the sword, she scanned him from head to toe. ]

No pretty please.

[ As soon as the sting was out, she reached-- not to touch it, though, fingers not quite brushing against the metal just yet.

Nothing happened. She didn't know what she was expecting either. But if Bastet said it was hers... ]

Hm.

[When he glanced up from the object, Gene saw Lin's hand reach forward. He half expected her to snatch it up, so the slight hesitation just before she could touch it came as a bit of a surprise.

He wondered at that, whether she was just restraining herself while she inspected it or if this was a matter of pausing while waiting for that tug of familiarity that told the residents of the Sphere what was what.]

So, ringing any bells?

[ She ran her finger along the curve of the sting, before taking it into her hand and looking at it more closely. She fiddled with it a bit, then wore it on the middle finger of her right hand, noticing how it fit perfectly.

Yes. It was hers. ]

It misses a part.

[ Lin was talking more to herself than to him-- she blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. ]

I mean-- yes, it misses a part. Like you said.

Edited 2010-04-29 14:07 (UTC)

[Gene cocked his head to the side and watched as Lin toyed with the weapon. It was always interesting seeing someone else familiarize themselves with something from their past like this. Gene found himself thinking back to Chapel who also seemed to be able to easily adjust to the weight of the cross-shaped weapon he had recovered, where most people would have floundered. The way in which Lin wore the stinger had a similar quality.]

[Gene chuckled as Lin snapped out of her reverie.]

Fits like a glove. Or it would if it wasn't missing that component you just mentioned. Maybe you can get someone in the Bazaar to fashion you a replacement gauntlet.

[Because the sharp bit was the important part, right? Or so Gene thought. He wasn't aware of the way swords like this one worked and how they needed to be whole for their full potential to be used.]

No.

[ The answer was almost automatic, she was once again too busy toying with the... Sword? Was this her sword? How... Peculiar. ]

That wouldn't work.

[ No that she knew either. But it would have felt wrong to replace it like that.

As she talked, she began pulling up one of her sleeves, her gaze clearly going from her shoulder to the stinger and back to her shoulder again. ]

Well, I suppose you would know. [Said with a shrug.] Bladed weapons aren't exactly my area of expertise.

[The inspection of the object and her shoulder in turn was... odd. Gene wasn't exactly sure where the connection lay, and he raised an eyebrow in mild confusion.]

Something wrong.

No.

[ And then she stung her own shoulder. When only a trickle of blood started dripping down her arm, Lin looked somewhat disappointed. ]

Hm. It's mine, anyway, so you're getting paid as promised.

[...Oh. That would explain the examination, but testing it like that right then and there struck him as a touch odd. But she hadn't tested it on him or anyone else, so... he should probably be thankful. He wasn't going to say anything about it one way or the other.]

It's a deal, then. It occurs to me you never named an exact figure.

[He suspected it's somewhat lowered due to the fact that the entire weapon wasn't found, but that was fine. It would only be fair, half-price for half a weapon.]

[ Lin wasn't able to explain it, but it felt like something she had already done. Or would have done. Or... Something. It felt natural.

She undid one of the white ribbons at the end of one of her hair-tails, using it to clean the blood away and bandage her arm. Not a work of art, but it was going to hold for a while.

Then she handed him a little leather bag, containing the full amount she had planned to pay. Half-a-weapon or not, he had done the job she had hired him for. Besides, she didn't have anything to spend the money she earned on, so didn't particularly care about paying him more than necessary. ]

This should be all right.

[He accepted the bag, opened it up and looked over the contents... then his eyebrows raised.]

I'd... say that covers it and then some. [He raised a brow as if to ask if she was sure about this.]

Very well, then.

[ And since all was said and done, she turned to leave. ]

Nice doing business with you.

[He gave a short wave, despite the fact that he doubted she'd see, it before heading on his merry way.]

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