Almadel had been enjoying the banter but openly pouted when Tama was taken from his shoulder. He wasn’t too miserable though, given that it allowed him to immerse himself with the inspection of Faustite’s sword.
“It has a good weight to it. You want to learn to use it? I’m sure there are plenty of sword-baring agents that could give you lessons on wielding it.”
He supposed Faustite must have been asking for more than that, though. He turned it over in his hands. “Or, maybe not. It’s a bit of a unique shape. The make of this is impressive. I don’t know if I can identify specific origin by looks alone. If I had more time, I’d ask to take this with me. I could run some tests, check my books.” He didn’t think Faustite would want to part with this item for that long though, but there was still plenty to glean from it now.
“Given that this is Earth, I suspect you’d want to start here, though. You should look into sickle swords.” He took a few seconds longer to assess it, and held it up to examine the curve and weight. “It might pass for a few things. At first glance, I’d think you’re working with a shotel, but those are a bit out of fashion these days, no? Ah, but a weapon that’s just magically manifested, just
there? I suppose you can’t be picky. It’s got a bit of magic stuck to it, I can’t quite make out what it does. Can you feel the hum of it when you hold it? Like a bug in a jar, scurrying to be let out.”
Earth was such a fascinating place.
“Magic can be finicky, sometimes it stays inactive until you do just the right thing, just the right way. Do you think a youma would be able to give you information on it? You can go places I can’t, I imagine. Which is a shame, I’d love to visit your Dark Kingdom.” He sighed heavily, dramatically. “I’ve heard legends of the Rift. I bet there’s so much hidden away in there, lost and just waiting to be found.”
