Scone Crumbs

[Gavin Etheridge]

He'd heard so often that war was good for business, but the whole mess made Gavin more than restless. His own people were restless, too, as they worked in the factories that produced the electronics and machines and weapons that they exported to the world and earned their bread by. Typically most Creig couldn't care less for the affairs of the mainland so long as they didn't affect their exports; after all, they had enough money, bread and ale to keep themselves cared for for a long while if things went amiss. When things had begun to be troubled, Gavin had begun preparing; war was coming, and every Creig could hear the drums in their blood. War had been their business since the days they carried halberds and arrows, and though their involvement had changed, it would continue to be their business until the world crumbled... And at the rate things were going, that may be sooner rather than later.

News of Amestris' destruction had been no small affair and had caused quite an alarm in the small island nation. They owed no allegience to Amestris, but in the past had done business with them. Even now Gavin had sent eyes and ears out to make sure Carraig's safety would continue... But then shortly after the Fuhrer destroyed her own country, another was being overthrown. In the past, this would have meant Carraig's mercenaries would be sent out to whichever country could afford them and help guarantee their victory. Things were different now, however, and more was at stake. Gavin had wasted no time in sending a message to the King of Creta, asking to see him. Gavin knew that Creta had just had a war with Amestris, and that most of the surrounding countries were at least on non-aggressive terms with Drachma. But that was before the Czar had been thrown over. New governments changed everything. Now was the time to make sure Dietrich's army was well-covered... and that Creta would still back Carraig if they were attacked.

Gavin walked through his gaden, his dark gray suit crisp against his skin and making the back of his mind wish to change into something more relaxed and just go hammer his stresses out at the forge. But he knew that wasn't possible right now. Now he had to focus and be prepared to receive another King as a guest and show him new what was new from the research and development team. He smiled faintly to himself as he headed that way. He hated that they were needed so much, but they ensured Carraig's safety and exports... and the fact that his princess designed so much of what they produced never ceased to amaze him. And today another king was coming to see her toys in action.

Pausing at the large door, Gavin tapped an attendant's shoulder as he pulled out his speech pad, fingers sailing over the keys. "When the King of Creta arrives, inform me at once. I wish to welcome him myself. Tell Artemis she is wanted here." The younger man gave a quick, short bow and hurried off to find the king's best guard and send her to where he was. Gavin put the pad away into his coat pocket as he pushed open the door and looked around for Sorcha, the signs of her handiwork all over a worktable nearby. Bluerprints with a mess of notes, tools, parts, something that looked like a flying remote-control slipper, sprinkles from a donut long since devoured... The man in the labcoat notably in charge of the department spotted Gavin first and bowed.

"Where is Sorcha, Gavin signed, spelling out his daughter's name. The lanky man pushed his glasses up and smiled, pointing down some stairs where the little girl was hard at work. Wordlessly the man left Gavin's side, hurrying down the small set of stairs to tap the young princess on the shoulder.

"Princess? His Highness is here to see you." Gavin waited patiently for Sorcha's attention to be gotten and then gave a small wave as he smiled, waiting for her to come up.

[Guest]

Dietrich wasn’t a huge fan of traveling. In fact, he had grown far too used to having other people travel to him. Except that little mess in Amestris, of course. But Creig? It has been a while, he admitted. Such was the situation… He had to start seeking allies where he could find them. Or, as this case might be described more accurately as, a business partner.

”I always wanted a place in Creig,” he comments to Vivian, walking up to the regal residence of Creig’s king. He knew Creig wanted its neutrality, and thus he told most of his land escort to await further outside the perimeter, while bringing along only a few Royal Guards. Not for intimidation, of course; he wasn’t a barbarian. This was a meeting, from one king to another. Though it was still business to him, as was everything. A game could be made out of this, but that was disrespectful.

”It’s the atmosphere, really,” he adds, the group walking through the front gates. ”Everything’s always so quiet, so peaceful. Lovely country, really. Wish Creta had something like this. But, I digress… There are bigger fish to fry, as they say.”

Walking into the foyer, he and his guards stop and are told to take a seat. ”Let us pay him the proper respect then,” he says, turning to his entourage. ”Just remember that you’re here as part of standard procedure, and that I’ll be needing some privacy with the king. So, please, keep your distance…”

Looking over at Vivian, he motions for her to come closer. ”Except you, of course. You’re my consultant for the day, Lady Duchamp, and as such I expect you to speak freely and relax. But not too much. He is a king, after all, and you are my first line of defense should things take an unexpected turn.”

Turning back around, he stands patiently, one hand resting atop the other on his cane. Today was business as usual, as far as he was concerned. Any other outlook would be unacceptable.

[Guest]

It was a rather gorgeous day on foreign soil, if not a bit windy but it could hardly be surprising considering the terrain of Carraig. This was also her first time traveling to this country so she had no real expectations except what she had read about, heard, or observed in files. Wearing standard Royal Guard attire, sporting her new two bars to show that she had indeed been promoted to the rank of Captain. The red stuck out, but it was their unarmored ceremonial garb, her sword still hanging at her side with the rather distinctive hat upon her head. Her long ponytail flowed out from the base of it, the two silver bars glinting in the light. Aye, you could say she was both proud of her accomplishment and yet.. guilty of it. She knew the price that had been paid to show her valor. No, she promised herself she'd stop thinking like that. What had happened, had happened. She had to push on.

And push on she had. Looking up as the King spoke, she couldn't help but smirk at his comment. Aye, that sounded like her lord alright. What with his visits from the Duchess, she was surprised they hadn't gone off to visit some foreign land. Then again, she wasn't actually that surprised at all. She was merely being unfair. Or amused. One of the two. "Aye, its a beautiful country sir." Of course her first visit would be because of business. She made a mental note to come back sometime when she had free time. Hell, apparently the ale's were amongst the best as well! And it had been a rather long time since she had partaken in such activities.

Listening carefully to Dietrich's words, Vivian's gripping blue eyes were cast elsewhere up to the castle that was before them, the annoying hat upon her head getting rather uncomfortable. It didn't matter if you got used to wearing it, you never really got used to it. Ugh and the tourists...... Thank god she only had to go out on the rare occasion unlike Blingworthy. Poor sod. Those bastards were right obnoxious they was. "Go far enough out into the countryside and it could possibly be found. Just a matter of where and how far I should think."

As they entered the giant palace, she gratefully removed her hat, having to shake out her bangs which fell rather gracefully on either side of her face. It framed her creamy skin like dark curtains, a lovely if not starch contrast. Holding the awkward hat beneath on arm, she stood straight up and still, nodding once at his orders. Though she had to raise an eyebrow as he pointed to her. She never quite got used to being a consultant for him since she always thought herself first and foremost as a soldier ordered to guard him. It was certainly not an unwelcomed thing though, she considered it a rather high honor all considering.

Nodding once more, a faint smile rose to her lips as she stepped forward after him, "Very well, I shall do my best to sir." She answered, knowing it sometimes infuriated him how uptight his guards were. "Sticks in the mud" she believed she heard him say once. Adjusting her leather gloves upon her hands, it was just in case she had to perform any alchemy, her newest discovery rather.... tricky to pull off for lack of a better word. But certainly effective. "Oh of course. I'll be alert as always like during your appointments with certain party officials." He had given her permission to speak freely and... well... she took the opportunity to relax. At least a little. That had been another order after all. So she waited patiently with him, one hand resting upon the hilt of her sword, the other propping up the awkward hat beneath her arm.

[Guest]

Artemis had been in the training room taking out some mild frustrations on a punching bag. All her skill flowing through her as she punched and kicked in time with the CD blaring from the player in the corner. Some unruly rock music that made the floor pulse from the bass. She hadn't heard the knock on the door but she had felt the foot prints on floorboard so when she kicked off the punch bag from its holder and sent it toward the intruder just to hear the most girlish shriek come from the male's mouth she couldn't help but giggle. "Woops sorry." She said soothing her hair back.

The man was shaking and clinging to the floor whimpering as the heavy bag had sailed over his head and crashed into the wall above him. Where his head had just been. The busty woman was in only a pair of boxers and a sports bra which would cause most men to stop and stare but he knew better, It was common to find the grown woman in barely more then a bra and what should be considered a belt. He coughed and composed himself. "King Gavin wishes you to join him in the Foyer." He said before leaving.

Artemis sighed as what's his face left. She headed to her shower room beside the training plaza which joined to her room as she stripped down slowly and snapped the band holding her hair up. Letting her flaming red hair cascade down her back. turning the scolding hot water on she stepped under it releasing a sigh. Leaning back against the door she tried not to let the tension eat away at her. She hated meeting up with the other politicians. She couldn’t remember there names for one and half the time they were snobby gits with sticks shoved so far up there arses they were getting a temple message from it. Not only that she would have to wear some horrible restricting formal wear that she have to hide weaponry under somehow. She gave a growl and started scrubbing her hair more aggressively then she should have been with it but she didn’t get to punch her annoyance out of the bag so she had to vent it elsewhere. And sadly Gavin’s face was not a plausible target.

After washing herself she then began to arm herself and get dressed. Strapping the weapons to her body in accessible area’s she had to give her beloved rifle a kiss from its case and whisper soft apologises. The poor thing was to tall to hide and sadly her walking in on a official meeting with it strapped to her back might cause outcry. So she stuck to a few hand pistols and a bunch of throwing knives. Acceptable and easy to hide weaponry. Next came getting dressed. In the evil thing. The skirt suit laughed at her from the wardrobe as it dangled there in its restrictive glory paired with a pair of red high heeled stilettos. All that screamed ‘we’re going to mess up you balance and move ability if you find yourself in a situation.’ It must have been laughing evilly beside her much nicer non restrictive bikini tops and a shorts. This was just enough reason she was cursing Gavin right now. He owed her a milkshake…a strawberry ice cream milkshake…from mc Donald’s with cream and a cherry for this. He knew how much she hated these clothes that made it hard to move. He job was all about being able to respond quickly. How was she meant to protect him in stiletto heels and a damn skirt that held her legs so tight together she could barely walk.

After an hour of struggling with the damn outfit and applying make up and putting her hair up in a messy bun pinned by some throwing knives. She teetered out of her quarters trying not to fall over or prod herself in any unwanted placed with any of her hidden weapons. Cause god that be embarrassing. Highly train bodyguard /Assassin killed by falling over in heels and the blade hidden in her cleavage goes through her heart killing her in a second. Her doubters would never stop with the we told you so. She walked up to Foyer and sighed. Gavin wasn’t there. So she had to wait in this restricting clothing longer then she had too. She squirmed in her heels and huffed. He owed her two milkshakes now.

[Guest]

Bzzt, bzzt, bzzzzzzzzt the sparks sang as Sorcha adjusted the wires within circuitry system of the oddly shaped component in front of her. She was sitting at a workbench in a little downstairs section of the research and engineering department, one of her favourite work spots, especially for super secret awesome projects like this. The orange haired twelve year old peered through shaded goggles at her technological marvel, slowly scanning over all of its components and details as a series of information and numbers streamed across the lenses of her goggles, which were wirelessly connected to her main computer upstairs.

Circuit system error: Fixed. Cooling systems: Functional. Battery prototype: Near Completion. Medium: Set. Lens concentration system: Calibrated.


Perfect, with these last few tweaks, all that was left to do was to assemble the equipment and test it out. Maybe as a display for that King o' Creta guy. She was sure he'd be fine, nothing would go wrong with the testing.....probably.


Sorcha was so absorbed in her work that she hadn't noticed O'Leary approach her until he had tapped her on the shoulder. "Princess? His Highness is here to see you.". Sorcha spun around quickly, snatching the strange contraption off of the table and rushing up the stairs with unparalleled energy, a wide grin spreading to the corners of her face. She emerged from the stairs and spotted her father at once, standing there in his usual silence. Not that he could not stand in silence, but even if he could not not stand like that, he probably still would, because this was supposed to be an occasion of silence and conduct for him, because the King O' Creta was coming over and all. "Gavy Gavy, Gavin! I finished it! Just in time too! Isn't it super incredible!" she shouted, much to the chagrin of the other men at work, though she took no notice of them. She held up the device to Gavin's face, beaming with pride through her sparkling amber eyes and her grin as wide as the day was long. Of course, it just looked like an oddly shaped piece to something else, lined with a complex system of tiny wires and circuits, but to her, it was the beauty and awesome incarnate.

[Gavin Etheridge]

Gavin waited patiently, watching the little area down the stairs as Sorcha stopped what she'd been working on and took off the goggles that still seemed far too large for her face. A warm smile moved across his lips as Gavin watched the little girl spring from her seat, zooming and swirling around as she ran in no particular rhythm and even in circles in a few places, her little project in her hands as she bounded up the stairs to him. "Gavy Gavy, Gavin! I finished it! Just in time too! Isn't it super incredible!" The Creig King blinked in mild confusion as his daughter held aloft her beloved project in all its glory. He had absolutely no idea what in God's name it was or meant to do, but Sorcha seemed thrilled with it. Gavin smiled, moving his hand up to pat her head, ruffling bright red hair affectionately. God she's getting tall...

He stepped back a little moving his hands gracefully. "Can't wait to see how it works," he signed, moving his hand down to pat her shoulder. Giving Sorcha a quick look-over, he observed her clothes. The loose white shirt and capris... play clothes. Fitting, since she'd been tinkering in here, and God knew it was nearly impossible to get that girl in a dress. Gavin lifted his wrist, checking his watch. Bugger, there wasn't time to have her change. "Come, King Dietrich is coming. He wouldn't fight with her or force her to change; the meeting was really just for the two kings, and Dietrich would surely excuse a child from a few formalities. Holding out his hand to take hers, Gavin exited the building, heading back for his main palace hall. He knew Artemis would be there by now and waiting for him, and given the time King Dietrich would be fast approaching... and Gavin hated to be late to appointments.

Hurrying into the palace, Gavin smiled faintly as he saw Artemis standing in the hall, waiting for him. Ah, wonderful. And then blanched slightly as he saw the look she was giving him, suddenly grateful one of the world's deadliest women wasn't allowed to kill him; he was pretty sure Artemis wanted at least one solid hit right now. But at least she looked wonderful! She cleaned up very nicely, and he wondered idly how many weapons she'd managed to tuck under her suit and still leave her able to sit properly. "I will make it up to you later, I promise. Maybe sign off for her to go get a nice massage on her day off. He smiled apologetically to his bodyguard and turned, heading for the foyer. True, he could send someone to greet the King and have them escorted to the garden, but Gaving felt that was rather impersonal and would prefer to meet with his guests himself on such urgent business matters.

The door opened with a soft click, Gavin entering the large foyer with his guard and daughter as he saw King Dietrich come to a stop and rest his hands on his cane, a female guard by his side as well. Good, at least the foreign King hadn't been waiting long if he'd only just come in that far. Extending his hand, Gavin shook Dietrich's firmly before pulling away to pull out his speech aid, switching the mode to Cretan and typing quickly with one hand. "Welcome to Carraig, King Dietrich. I trust you had a pleasant trip? The automated voice didn't have as smooth a gait as one naturally speaking would, and the Cretan accent was very generic yet still sounded dignified, but at least the Cretan was clearly understandable. His fingers moved in a flurry for a moment, and then looked back up to Dietrich as the voice relayed his message. "And thank you again for coming on such short notice; I know things have not been easy on the mainland of late."

[Shula Brighton]

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[Guest]

” I'll be alert as always like during your appointments with certain party officials.”

Dietrich smiles softly. ”Now, now, the duchess is a fine woman. No need of you to be jealous only because she’s courting a charming, respectable man.”

Straightening himself out as he heard people approaching, he gave the Creig King an elegant bow of respect.

” Welcome to Carraig, King Dietrich. I trust you had a pleasant trip?”

”Always a delight to come and see an old friend in this beautiful country.”

"And thank you again for coming on such short notice; I know things have not been easy on the mainland of late."

Dietrich sighs, nodding. ”Such a tricky situation that’s developed, I’m afraid. I’m sure you’ll see an increase in sales though.”

Looking down at the young girl, he tilts his head slightly. ”And who might you be, little lady?” he asks, leaning down and giving a warm smile. ”And what might that be?” he asks, eyeing the contraption in her hands.

[Guest]

"Now, now, the duchess is a fine woman. No need of you to be jealous only because she’s courting a charming, respectable man.”

Vivian chuckled softly to herself, And so modest too. She thought to herself, blue eyes glancing to Dietrich. Ah, but this was Dietrich after all, an epitome of arrogance not that she'd ever point that out vocally. She liked staying alive to be quite frank. She still hadn't quite asked him about matters yet, there never seemed to be the right time. It wasn't exactly something that she wanted to leave hanging so long, but...... well, it was a delicate matter. And Dietrich could be rather unpredictable sometimes with his responses.

Though faint, she heard the doors open at the other end of the foyer, straightening up Thus the rest of the party had arrived. Her eyes moved from each figure to the next, lingering upon the female guard at the King of Carraig's side out of mere curiosity. It was good to see another woman in such a position like herself. Bowing her head politely to the those before her, Vivian remained silent as the monarch's exchanged their pleasantries, her blue eyes coming to rest then on the younger girl on the other side of Gavin. It made her smile despite herself, she reminded her somehow of her youngest siblings with how her disposition seemed to be. She should probably check in with home at some point in the near future....

"And thank you again for coming on such short notice; I know things have not been easy on the mainland of late." ”Such a tricky situation that’s developed, I’m afraid. I’m sure you’ll see an increase in sales though.”

Heh... Situation indeed. The smile faded as her expression grew more somber, watching the two Kings with a sort of distant look in her eyes. Outright war was what it was sounding like, least from what she could perceive while accompanying Dietrich on various tasks. The future was both bright, and grim at the same time. She wasn't too sure how to feel about it. Oh well, what would come to pass, would pass and they would keep moving on. As long as Dietrich was safe, and Creta remained unthreatened, she was happy. The rest was icing on the cake.

As her lord turned his attention to the girl that she assumed was Gavin's daughter, she couldn't help but feel conflicted about introducing herself or not. Generally guards didn't speak unless spoken to themselves. Once again, her noble upbringing and soldiers training clashed. So she fell back upon her default; be a soldier. Besides, this was a meeting between them. She was merely there for protection, and apparently, consultation. She wasn't really sure what exactly Dietrich would need her impute on, but she'd gladly offer it nonetheless. That was a rather curious contraption in Sorcha's hands though.

[Guest]

Artemis shuffled irritably as the Cretan King and his guard entered. Her eyes lit up as it was a female guard too. She couldn't help but feel her heart swell slightly at the idea that she was not alone. Somewhere in her childish mind she pictured them crushing the male dominance in there area of work. She giggled slightly but quickly calmed herself from a glance from Gavin. Smiling shyly she walked over.

"Welcome to Carraig, King Dietrich. I trust you had a pleasant trip?" She heard the electronic voice say. So the kings name was Derek...cool she could remember that. Duncan...yes see perfectly able to meet royalty and not make a tit of herself. She bowed in front of his making a slightly noise as the cold steel of a hidden knife slide against her inner thigh. shaking it odd she stood tall. "Welcome to our country King Daniel." She smiled softly and offered her hand to shake. "May I get you something to drink Nicolas?" She added. She was doing so well she gotten his name right for sure.

[Guest]

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"Can't wait to see how it works," her father signed to her, to which she grinned avidly. Approval! Approval was always a nice thing. One of those warm and fuzzy things that make you feel great no matter what, like plushies, puppies, qauntum physics and ice cream. Well, ice cream wasn't really warm and fuzzy, it was soft and cold. Maybe that wasn't the best analogy. Could you feel warm and fuzzy after eating ice cream? But your esophagus and stomach would be cold! It'd be a paradox! Paradox, paradox, paradox, yaaaaaaaaaaay! "Come, King Dietrich is coming."

Oh right, the King guy. That's why she made this thing in her hands. Paradoxes could wait for later. "Letsa go~" Sorcha exclaimed in a cheesy Cerisian accent, pointing forward, starting off with a spring stepped march. She had only gotten a few meters towards the exit before she stopped in her tracks, one foot raised high in the air, her arms frozen in their jubilant swinging motions. She spun around suddenly, on the axis of her bare foot on the ground, turning around to face the work space of the lab, where a few lab technicians and associates busied themselves quietly. "Oh! I almost forgot to not forget! McGrath-Taft!" she called out to a tall young, blonde haired man with a somewhat chubby face and and overall goofy look. McGrath looked away from his work with an exhausted expression. It was painfully obvious that he never got any sleep, and running as errand boy around the lab was no help for him. "What is it woman? I am sciencing so hard right now" he responded in a jokingly irritated tone. He was sciencing at all! He was probably dozing off and thinking about World of Warcraft. They sometimes played together. Sorcha was Gnome Mage. Anyways, "Bring the goods!" said Sorcha exclaimed, pointing to the ceiling as to emphasize her exclamation. "The meth? I haven't gotten the latest shipment yet, I have to talk to Ricardo later to see why-..... Oh! You meant the parts to your whatever-its-called!" he replied, correcting himself suddenly in his routine jest. That guy was such a jester. OR WAS HE!? Anyway, Sorcha took Gavin's extended hand and pranced along with her father towards the foyer while McGrath gathered up all of the things Sorcha asked for and loaded them into a wheeled cart. He'd catch up with them sooner or later.

The two of them, daughter and father, father and daughter, hurried to the foyer, while Sorcha floated in her own little world, thinking about relativity, waffles, and the relativity of waffles. They passed by Arty in the hallway outside of the foyer. She was all dressed up for some reason. Was it because they were meeting the King? Formalities were so silly. Gavin was a king but she always walked around him wearing hardly anything at all. It was better to wear the most comfortable clothes available, it just made life easier. Why did people ever dress up in uncomfortable things? Sorcha had tired on high heeled shoes once, sorta like what Arty was wearing now. She didn't like them, all they did was make it harder to walk. She didn't even like shoes in the first place to begin with, so it was probably a given that she'd hate those odd looking things. But she just had to find out why older girls wore them all the time! Needless to say, the inquiry was a failure. She would have to ask someone sometime later.

The three of them then entered the foyer, and Sorcha's attention immediately shot towards the pair waiting there: The blonde haired kingly king man and the ponytail girl. Of course, Sorcha knew what to expect as far was what Dietrich looked like, she had gone on the internet before, wikipedia had pictures and all. Besides, Gavy made her study about other countries, it was important to learn those sorts of things, apparently. The red haired spaz of a girl refrained from speaking up as Gavin and Dietrich exchanged words and formalities. She knew better than to act out or interrupt them. However, to her mild surprise, as well as her delight, the Cretan King turned his attention to her.
”And who might you be, little lady?” he asked, leaning down a bit and smiling at her. He was different from the other officials and politicians and dressed up diplomats and ambassadors. Everyone before just gave her some generic cue card line to just acknowledge that she was there and that she was the King's child. ”And what might that be?”. And he was interested in her device too? Best day ever since yesterday. Yesterday was hard to top though, she invented a toaster with artificial emotions. It burnt its toast all the time though. Must have been frustrated with its existence as a toaster.

"I'm Sorcha~!" she replied in a sing-songy voice, grinning widely back at them Cretan King. "And this is my model XC44RL energy amplification circuit board" she explained, holding up the oddly shaped, device, that sorta looked like a computer component in the shape of an H with the bottom part bent outwards rather than being linear, like said letter. "But thats not the best part!" Just as she said this, McGrath walked in, pushing his cart full or Sorcha's things. Without a word and only a quick glance towards the King, he left the cart at Sorcha's side and hurried off to go nap somewhere.

Without a moment to spare, Sorcha grabbed a shell casing frame that matched the shape of the circuit board in her hand, and then busied herself to attaching it the to the base of a odd looking blade that lied on the cart. It was a peculiar sword, its blade was lined with rectangular octagonal holes in the center, and an open, two pronged tip with no center, a vacant, split hole much like the others. The base of the blade was stranger still, now connected with the device Sorcha had carried with her into the room and its synthetic material case. A small section of the key component that she had just attached could be seen in the lowermost hole in the blade itself. The hilt of the sword was about as oddly shaped as the rest of the blade. The top of the hilt was just an oddly shaped section, round object, a cylinder with uneven dimensions, the center being wider than either end. The rest of the hilt was actually a very long metal cylinder with black super insulative grips for holding. But the circuit board wasn't the last necessary part of the futuristic looking sword, that appreared as if it came out of some fantasy game. "You see-" Sorcha began, not bothering to explain much, as if the design of the blade was something everyone should just be familiar with. "All I have to do now is attach these cooling cartridges here-" She took two small black cylinders from the carts various tools and bits and plugged them to either side of the circuit shell, facing outwards from its open legged 'H' shape. "And then slide the final directive lens at the tip-". She took a small gray, flat, four inch long component, which possessed a small hole that ran through it like a tunnel from top to bottom and slid it down into the open space between the two sides of the blade tip. She double checked to make sure it lined up perfectly with the small lens devices concealed in between each open space that ran down the bottom of the blade. Everything checked out. "-And finally we install the power source." she concluded, plugging another oddly shaped component, that sorta looked like a metal christmas tree lightbulb with a flat end and several indented spaces. It locked into place and clicked.

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"Ta-daaaa~" the young girl exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. She glanced up at Dietrich again, a jubilant expression set upon her face, absolutely content with her work. "Its too heavy for me. Go ahead and try it out! You press this button at the top section of the hilt here and-" Sorcha stopped in the middle of her sentence, overcome with sudden realization. "I just remembered, you shouldn't do that inside here, it would be a bad idea. You might break something or dissipate someones eyes out!"

[Guest]

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