Go, go on, go down and find the tools of your new trade. The stairs seemed at once long, and foreboding and yet short, too short because he was absurdly anxious about this whole affair now he had time to think about it. Had he had time to think about it BEFORE he signed up for this madness? Surely he must have, but what the hell had he been thinking?
He was a student, a… surfer, he did tattoo, now he was going to do –this?

The cove, it seemed was smaller than he’d thought it would be. Somehow he’d expected something more grandiose, something like a dwarven hall with, maybe tiki leering from the corners. But it was maybe 10 feet across tops, it wasn’t even well lit, there was just one torch, a real honest to god –torch- like some weird temple of doom lighting trend.

//Here//

it was a whisper, a ghost of ta thought that tried to draw his attention as he approached the wall, seeing what made it truly strange. Tiny stone tablets covered the wall, covered it, completely, each unique with strange markings on their surfaces. They were everywhere it seemed, no bigger than the size of his hand.


//Come on….// the whisper again as he let his gaze drift over the tiles, reaching towards them with an instinct he didn’t even quite understand. Each tablet he passed his hand over illicted a –feeling- or a whisper, a sound, a hum, but not quite matching the whisper that called him most clearly.

//Cute, you seem nervous about this… little to your left.//

He started slightly, hand drawing back in surprise at actual instructions, or something close to them.

“…Are you, are you a weapon?” He asked after he looked around, trying in vain to find some source for the ‘sound’.

A laugh, or something like the child of a laugh and a wind chime echoed out as he reached once again for the wall, leaning towards the left in search of that sound.

//I am now// the ‘voice’ was amused, like it addressed a child, it was frustrating but at the same time he couldn’t quite blame it, he –felt- foolish, ignorant even now.

“So…. What were you?” He asked cautiously and then he found it, he just knew he’d found it, it felt right when his fingers touched the stone, but still he hesitated before lifting it.

//An angel// it purred but there was something in it’s… no, her voice that made him wait still, though he knew she was waiting to be taken into hand.

“But?” He asked cautiously.

//Oh, I fell.// he could almost hear the shrug in her voice. //It was worth it, I just ask to be treated, like you want to be treated. You should ALWAYS treat your weapon with respect.//

She was more chatty when he took her in hand, when she turned from a tablet to… something like a spear, he couldn’t remember if he’d ever known the proper name for the KIND of spear it was, a curiously shaped blade on a long enameled metal staff. There ibblwas a wing that looked made of crystal that reached upward along the dull side of the blade.


//Besides, aren’t I pretty?// She laughed again.

//And you are mine, and I am yours, I’ll be the angel AND the devil at your shoulder.//