Artifact 2.5

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[ Finally, neccessity wins out over pride, and Angela flops onto the Plane.

Either rope is the newest fashion statement in Fa'Diel, or she's been bound. At the elbows, wrists, knees, ankles. And of course there's a gag. No point in tying up a mage if you don't gag them, right?

After a pause to stare at the Plane and huff through her nose in relief that it's still here, she starts attempting to wriggle free of the ropes. ]

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[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[Exasperated sigh. He stretches out an arm and his arm starts glowing white. It transforms into a red and black curved blade, like a scythe. He then turns and slices through the ropes, careful not to nick her skin.]

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Nnngh! [ Okay. Hands free now. She pulls the gag out of her mouth. ] Sword and Tree, how did you do that?

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[His arm turns back into an arm.] I'm a weapon. It's what I do.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ She blinks. ] ... That's weird.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

...Is not.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Is so. Changing your arm into a sword-- not even a Jumi can do that.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

I'm not a sword.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

A hooked sharp thingie, then. [ She's a mage, Soul, what do you expect. :I ]

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[...Soul has never been called a thingy before. He just sort of stares at her.]

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

What?

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

You're seriously telling me there are no living weapons in your world?

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

There are living chess pieces.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

That...really isn't the same.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Living suits of armor, too.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

Closer. Though a job like that would suck.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

It's not so much their job as it is what they are. There have been living toys, too. My grand-aunt used them as soldiers in the war.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[He narrows his eyes a little.] When you say "living," you don't mean really living, do you. Not like me.