[PRP] Of Rings and Other Things (Lucky, Sherry)

[Molten Tigrex]

There was a delay of about five minutes before Sherry got a response, during which time Lucky had been frantically looking her up on his SPECTRE watch.

text from Lucky

aren't you in life division? i don't work there any more

text from Lucky

how did you get this number?

His paranoia about a visit from a veteran life division hunter he didn't know was exceptionally high lately. There had been a lot of strange occurrences lately, and the last thing he needed was for his involvement in them to be noticed.

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[Molten Tigrex]

text from Lucky

oh

A small delay, and then:

text from Lucky

the ring? sure

text from Lucky

it's not as exciting as it sounds though

text from Lucky

come to 113

And true to the text, when Sherry arrived at the specified dorm she would be greeted by hunter that could probably only be described as a 'future Mark'. He seemed distracted and somewhat twitchy, looking past Sherry and down both ends of the hallway as if he expected her not to be alone.

"Um, come in, I guess?" Lucky finally half-invited, giving the empty hallway one last sweep before ducking back inside himself.

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[Molten Tigrex]

"Lucky," he greeted in turn, holding out a hand as if he intended to shake hers, then reconsidered halfway and awkwardly pulled it back. A black circle was emblazoned on the back, marred somewhat by a very large stab scar. That was stupid - she already knew his name.

He shut the door behind her, leaving the both of them standing in one of Deus's famously cramped first floor dorm rooms. The place looked surprisingly spartan, despite that - Lucky didn't seem to have many belongings, and the walls were bare of any decorations that might have made the room feel a little more welcoming, or normal. There were just papers, files, books, and a small pile of miscellaneous runic junk sitting in a box that, if Sherry looked at just the right moment, was occasionally skittered across by a single wayward cockroach.

"Right. The ring." He held out an empty hand palm up, concentrating for a moment. There was a faint metallic glimmer in the center of it - and the ring materialized, a simple band with a simple green stone. Compared to the one Sherry had used, it looked woefully average.

He held it out to her. "Like I said, it's not much. You can - you can have someone put it on, and then - well, they can only tell the truth."

"Only if they're wearing it, though," he added, waving his fingers for emphasis. "I haven't tested it much, but I haven't found any other limitations myself. The effect seems to be indefinite. Um, as long as they have it on."

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[Molten Tigrex]

"Anything they say. As long as they're wearing it on a finger. You can ask questions - but people don't have to respond if they don't want to. Only what they say is truthful. Like I said, it's... not much."

"If you want to see what it does, you can try it out for yourself," he offered, taking a step back and sitting down at the swivel chair by his desk as if to watch. "I found it in - there's a cave, fairly inaccessible, the only entrance to it is through Halloween. I still have the coordinates... somewhere. There were a lot of artifacts there, not just the ring."

His brow furrowed; he wondered what else was still there after all this time. Maybe he could find something that would be of use next time Charlotte tried a lethal strike.

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[Molten Tigrex]

"Go ahead." Lucky adjusted his glasses a little, watching more than a little curiously as she tried it on. He wasn't going to stop her. He hadn't had the chance to do any research on it in a long time. Maybe he never would, now. At least Sherry taking an interest in it might give him a little bit of new data.

"Really? Um, sure." He was surprised she was interested. He quickly made a note on a piece of paper beside him. "I'll look up my old report eventually, it's in there."

He was also clearly unprepared to ask a question, just staring for a few seconds. It was hard to think of something worth asking. There were a few at the back of his mind, things he wouldn't normally ask, but - maybe if he caught her off guard -- "Who told you to talk to me?"

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