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Crispin had been idly chewing on a piece of toast that - well, he wasn't really sure it was toast anymore. It had been burnt to a crisp, and was more like eating charcoal with jam on it. Thank god for Smuckers. Shaiming was vocal with his distaste for the cuisine; however, Crispin was a college-age male. Enough said.

He was surprised, though, when somebody came up next to him. "Nope, go ahead," he said, swallowing his most recent bite. "Looking for conversation, or just the chair?" Not everyone liked to be talked to. He'd figured that one out already, at least.

"Crispin Ceineros, also Moon," he replied, surprised but pleased to find someone else in his division. He warmly returned the handshake. "And new as hell, unfortunately. At least I've got Shaiming along for the ride." The totem form of his weapon was tucked in his coat pocket, and he pulled it out for a moment, displaying the round stone 'gem' with the dragon wound around it for Tuck to see.

"You get to wear yours? Lucky you," Crispin said, wryly; Shaiming made a noise like hmph inside his mind, and he smiled fondly.

"And he's a dragon, and a... uh. Guan... dao?" His pronunciation was awkward; it was clear that he had no experience whatsoever in speaking Chinese. "Which is basically a glaive. Fancy spear," he added, for good measure. "And you're the second person I've met with an axe. Huh." Was it a common thing for monsters to become?

"Oh, wow, a draugr? Like in Skyrim! Neat." Crispin flashed Tuck a bright smile. "And no - wait, golems? For weapons? I heard about the ones for us, to take into Halloween and all that, though I haven't tried it myself..." He was sure he wasn't ready to go into Halloween. Hell, part of him didn't quite believe that part of the story. "You must've gotten a better orientation than I did."

Crispin looked shocked for a moment, then sheepish. "Dude, I didn't even know we got paid... I guess I missed out on a bunch of details. I got... we're here to protect humanity, with monsters that became weapons and are now our partners, they can protect us in fights and also do cool limit breaks, there's golems to take us to the monster world... er... yeah. That's about it." He shook his head. "You'd think if we were gonna risk our lives, they'd at least want us to know what the ******** we were doing."

He brightened a bit at the mention of missions. "Right! I heard about those, too. But man, sometimes it feels like I can barely swing Shaiming around - I mean, I did the whole protecting-the-Island-from-Heartless thing when we got attacked, but I feel like I was just lucky, not skilled or anything..." Crispin sighed. "Figure I'd just end up being monster lunch."

"Twitter? Well - well yeah, of course, but I thought electronics didn't work. They wouldn't let me bring my consoles or my laptop or anything. You can get Twitter?" He tugged out his Deus-issue phone and made a face at it. "Though I probably couldn't use my old account, huh..." He looked wistful for a moment. Presumed dead closed a lot of doors he wished... weren't.

He poked at his mug for a moment, then looked up at Tuck. "Yeah - yeah, they said something about that. Just half the time I feel like I'm swinging around a tree branch, or something, and not a proper weapon..." Shaiming rumbled reassurance in his mind.

"But hey, a shield charge - I think I've got one of those, too! Only tried it once, and it didn't work, but it looked pretty awesome for a couple seconds. Maybe if we both give it a shot we'll get something that actually functions, yeah?"

Crispin grinned the grin of the satisfied geek. "Oh yeah. That sounds awesome - Shaiming's looks kind of like... eh... if you ever played Skyrim? Kinda like the Dragon Aspect Shout. Only, er, not as pointy." He waved one hand in the air, then sighed wistfully. "I had over 300 hours on that save..."

Then he looked a bit sheepish. "Yeah, that ought to give you an idea of how often I held a weapon that wasn't in a videogame. My replica Sting doesn't count. Sure was pretty, though..."