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"As you wish. A jaunt to the armoury perhaps then?"

Smiling, Jan would lead the way back inside, handing off the tray to another staff member to carry up to Nines' rooms.
Jan himself was fussing about finding the right keys, to once again open the armoury with the same procedure as the day before.

And as the day before... the scythe was the dominant feature of the room, yet Nines' may well note he hadn't heard a single whisper since the previous day...

.: No one else can hear me. Save you. No one HAS heard me, for so long. :.

That quiet, gentle voice like a whisper on the wind. It was perhaps even quieter than usual despite the fact the scythe was as close as it had ever been to Nines right now.

.: I can only hope you will be willing to truly hear me, one day. I will help you... if and when you are ready. :.

Silence, following this. Jan seemed completely oblivious, organising with Nines the items he needed, before stepping aside until such time as they were ready to leave.

"Hear what sir? If you mean the slight noise behind the wall, its the pressure rebuilding ready to shift the armoury back to its safe house after we are done. Please do not be concerned."

.: I am NOT a set of hydraulics. I told you already... you're the only one who can hear me. Please just think about that for a minute. The ONLY one. Silence can be terrible. I am alone. Until you decide to help me, and let me help you in turn. :.

Clearly Jan heard nothing and assumed nine's heightened hearing was picking up the background thrum of the house. And clearly though the scythe's occupant couldn't make himself heard, he could hear what went on around him perfectly well.

"Oh, lots of places sir. The generic items are bought in under special license from dealers overseas, the USA provides the most conducive market of course.

As for the more unusual items, her Ladyship has some contacts on the continent who are keen to exchange rare ammunition and items for exotic trinkets or information the Lady often acquires in her own line of work.

The most rare items of all however are gathered by hand by the Lady from wherever they may currently reside in order to keep them safe... or at least out of the hands of anyone who may use them unwisely. In this case, before sir asks, unwisely usually does mean against her Ladyship personally.

Sir will come to realise the Lady is an avid collector in many ways, though she rarely realises this herself."

Answering Nines without hesitation, Jan clearly had no idea what else was going on. The scythe.. remained dull and quiet. Indeed, Nines would feel a brief oppressive silence pushing in on him, then... the scythe ceased to hold that slight sway over him. Perhaps, the creature within did not like being ignored. Perhaps it was genuinely hurt at being treated so. Or perhaps it was something else that caused the slight feeling of someone else being nearby to fade completely.

"Many things. Sir is already appraised of her love of books, and now weapons... I suppose her next biggest item of importance is her garden.

Lady Roan is very fond of roses. She has been since she was young, and cultivates many rare breeds within the grounds. Her prized collection is on the roof terrace, however I would recommend sir ask before going up to view it. Some of the specimens currently on display are unique."

Jan talked easily, simply watching Nines as he moved about the armoury, not wishing to rush him. There was plenty of time tonight, not least of which as Roan was... elsewhere... in the building at present and would not be interrupting for a while to come.

Silence, and that lack of feeling behind the eyes, would continue. To all intents and purposes, the scythe had gone dormant.

"Her Ladyship is seeing to the well being of another of her charges, and will be a half hour more approximately. She has also taken this opportunity to allow some of the house staff annual leave, while others are making use of the better weather in which to perform duties outside the house before it gets cold of a night.

Please do not be concerned sir. The house doesn't employ the full number of staff it should do at the present time as is."

Because Jan was NOT going to tell Nines that Roan was currently downstairs ensuring Corbin ate tonight, assessing the kid, and had sent half the staff on compulsory leave cos the dream the other night had worried her THAT much.

"The young m...an. Corbin. He and Dagoth are both currently concurrent residents with yourself."

ALMOST a slip of the tongue by Jan, covered by the swift closure of the sentence in another direction. Noting Nines glancing about, Jan nodded to the area in which he had originally picked the weapon up from, where indeed a selection of other useful items could be found, from cleaning items to holsters and alternate load outs, or accessories.

"I can vouch personally that sir Corbin does not, in fact, require medical attention to his legs."

Droll and dry, Jan quirked his head as Nines looked around, then seemed to linger on the scythe.
Silently, the butler crossed the room, and fiddled about for a strange looking key from the ring he wore at his waist. It seemed to vibrate to the eye, as if it inhabited more space than was currently being perceived.

A brief glance at Nines, the door out of the armoury left unbolted and open, and Jan slipped the key into the lock, intending to open the cabinet. His voice was quiet and steady, talking, as he did so.

"Okra has a very strange history. It is known to have featured in several historical areas of importance, though its original point of origin was Japan. When the Lady took possession of it, it was again in that country, though one could say it was being used for much less historically worthwhile pursuits."