RP:The Evensong in Vailkrin
Part of the Chasing Lightning Arc
Hanging Corpse Tavern
Message found on the tavern's board:
There's some crazy little ghost running about the city's fringes, carrying a sword too big for it, and chasing after wisps and other less than solid things. I could swear it was hunting the creatures. But it nearly took my head off with that blade! Looking for an exorcist to get rid of it quickly. I'll pay well. -Randall Belgravia
Bridge Across the Void
Kasyr is ghost-hunting. In an official capacity, anyways. In reality, his actions could be better described as 'lazily ambling about the city', albeit in the relative location of where the apparent sword happy specter had been spotted.
Satoshi is not a sword-happy specter, although she's been mistaken for one. There's certainly a sword involved, and she's phantom-esque enough, but there is little in the way of happy going on at present. Rather, the kit is on the verge of rage, currently to be found at the bridge's center and struggling with an overlarge bundle of canvas. The package is certainly lengthy and far from narrow, but it hardly seems large enough to have the magus throwing all her weight into futile attempts to drag it along. "Nngh! I'd swear you've gotten heavier in the past hour! Move, damn you!" And other such berating comments follow, none of which seems to provoke the bundle into actually complying.
Kasyr can't help but look a touch befuddled when he catches wind of an altogether familiar voice, though it doesn't take long for him to realize that Vailkrins 'newest' specter may in fact be a 'ghost' it's already familiar with. Offering a mild grin to no one in particular, the Revenant begins to pick up his pace, jogging over towards Satoshi, if only so he can offer her a quick bow, and a Jovial, "Bonne soir, Madamoiselle~ Might you need a hand with your luggage?"
Satoshi, preoccupied with scolding the bundle, misses Kasyr's approach until he's speaking. With a yelp, the kit drops her burden, which strikes the stones of the bridge with a resounding clang. Thankfully, Satoshi's hopped back quickly enough to avoid having her boots caught between rock and metal, or she'd likely wish she had been standing on an anvil while a blacksmith worked, instead. "Ah! Erm. Hullo. What're you doing here? ...Er, not that I'm complaining. I just... wasn't expecting to run into you?" In the revenant's city, on the main road, while Satoshi's been making a racket for hours. The likelihood of crossing paths here is outrageous, I tell ya.
Satoshi dropped 1 Vesper the Evensong.
Kasyr offers Satoshi a look of feigned pain, "Madamoiselle, though I may indeed find myself chained to my desk, due to both those seemingly mountainous piles of paperwork, et the endless hassles brought about by my office... there are things which I prioritize far higher. Indeed, when I was told that you may have been spotted in the city, I made all due haste to pay you a visit, cherie." Sure, this might be a slight exaggeration of why the Revenant is currently slacking off on the job, but it certainly sounds good.
Satoshi doesn't care if it's an exaggeration or an outright lie. Flattery is flattery, and when it's coming from the kensai, it's potent enough for the conceited mage to live off. Heightened frustration forgotten, the kit side-steps her dropped burden and moves to sidle up alongside Kasyr, a nudge of her forehead to his shoulder offered in affection--some cattish qualities never properly die. Now that she's nearer at hand, the revenant might notice Satoshi's looking slightly singed, and that the head-bump included a touch of static. "Whoever told you they saw me, I owe them. I was actually on my way to see you, and would have been there sooner but... well, I got a bit held up." She shoots a withering look at the bundle lying innocently upon the bridge.
Kasyr can't help but offer a puzzled, "Hrm?" when Satoshi's touch proves to be shocking in a slightly more literal sense. That being said, the Kensais particular affinity has him internally file that as something likely self-perpetuated, and thus falls beneath his notice- with the entirety of his attention instead focused upon coiling his arms about the foxkins waist, and drawing her closer to him, "Well, whilst I wouldn't have minded seeing you earlier, I'm no less grateful to be seeing you now. ...Though I am curious as to why you've decided to engage in a bit of 'Do-It-Yourself' parcel delivery. Normally, I'd ask if it's fragile, but you did sort of drop it. ...And seemed all but ready to kick it, with the way you're glowering at it."
Satoshi's glower fades as she looks toward the kensai, the expression quickly transition from confusion to extreme smugness. "Fragile..? Oh no. Hellfire, it's about the furthest thing from fragile as can be imagined. I spent half a year and a great deal of energy and resources determining how to make it durable enough to handle -you-, and... well, since I'm here, with it, consider it done~." Which is Satoshi's way of saying, 'Surprise, I brought you a present!' She's halfway toward reaching to pick the object up when she catches herself, glancing back at Kasyr with an almost sheepish expression. She'd forgotten the sudden issue with its weight and her being unable to lift it anymore. "Ah. Best if you took it now, actually."
Satoshi fidgets, uncharacteristically anxious and uncertain. "It's no Gospel, but..."
Kasyr picked up 1 Vesper the Evensong.
Kasyr , being a politician, is rather practiced at guarding his expressions- able to maintain neutral, albeit occasionally smug, appearance in the face of most events. That being said, that Calico tail of his is currently ensuring that his veritable emotions are hard to miss, considering that it's frantically furling and unfurling with the excitement the Kensai is labouring to contain. It's only when he starts to move towards the bundled object that he lets a whisper of a smirk cross his features, an expression that segues into an outright grin when he moves to tear off the canvas that his 'gift' is wrapped in. "Mon amour, I doubt I could be dissapointed by something of your making. Doubly so if it's different from Gospel, since at least I won't have to deal with my weapon conspiring against me."
Satoshi said to Kasyr, "We aimed for something a bit more... balanced than Gospel. It shouldn't be conspiring against you." A quick look is shot to the unwrapped sword, as if she's silently emphasizing the 'shouldn't' to it. The blade makes no response one way or the other, lacking in sentience. Although, considering it is a complex mixture of different metals, materials, and magics all woven into one, along with a spark of Satoshi's feelings for her husband to further affinity, it's perfectly possible the weapon might develop a personality in time. "Do you like it? I've been calling it Vesper. Y'know, like the evensongs sung at dusk to welcome nightfall, since that's when I sang most of my spells into it. And because of what it can d- ...Better yet. Pick it up. I'm sure you'll figure it out."
Kasyr can't help but give Satoshi a wry grin, "Whilst I'll confess I have a certain..knack for figuring out swords- I'm more than happy to hear it from you, Cherie. Et not just because I enjoy hearing your voice. But because you sound like you've put such effort into crafting it- and the confidance you feel in your creation resounds in every word." That said, the Kensai does heed her request, wrapping a hand about the hilt before he gives it a good solid heave. Though considerably stronger than the ice Magus, even he can't help but be surprised by the unnatural weight carried within the blade- a weight which makes lifting Vesper a bit more difficult than it ought to be. Still, beyond the briefly unbalanced lurch he makes, it's not enough to stop him from bringing the weapon up, before resting the flat up against his shoulder.
Satoshi hastily adds, "It wasn't so heavy earlier. Maybe I fed it too many wisps testing it out... I wanted to be sure it would actually cut ethereal things, before I gave it to you..." Trailing off a moment, Satoshi leans forward to peer at the sword. She continues quickly enough, not wanting to leave her remark hanging. She's flustered enough about the results and potential flaw to have missed Kasyr's bits of flattery. "And it does! It just... go sort of heavy? Maybe it'll lighten up again soon. Hopefully. It's no use if it stays that heavy, eh? But try its other trait out, see if it works! Make it dark around here~. Or, darker, rather."
Kasyr brings the sword up, if only to allow it's weight to bring it down in a wide arcing side slash- the likes of which brings it away from Satoshi, and slams it down into the bridge, "Mm. I'm not sure. This weight could be useful. Might need to keep it fed. Or make sure there's a source of things to feed it on. There's potential there...to be sure." The kensai trails off at that, his gaze growing briefly unfocused, before his attention snaps back to his wife, "Darker than night es generally supposed to be a figure of speech, but...~" It's on that note that the Revenant utilizes his peculiar knack with swords to the fullest extent, tapping into that intuitive knowledge of blades he's since developed as a Kensai to synchronize himself with Vesper. With an adeptness that could only come from grasping at the very -essence- of the blade, the Kensai's will exerts itself upon the surroundings, Vailkrins ever present darkness now gaining an almost liquid quality to it. Bit by bit, the natural illumination around Satoshi and Kasyr finds itself drowned out in an altogether sinister darkness, a palpable thing which hangs heavy and hungry in the air.
Satoshi barely restrains herself from throwing her hands up in delight and exclaiming, "It worked!" You can hardly come off as a confident, capable magus if you're cheering when a project is successful--however tedious and challenging that project might have been. Although the moonlight has been all but devoured by Vesper, the kit isn't overly restricted by the lack of light, nocturnal as she is, and so she has little difficulty making her way back to Kasyr's side. "It can't change its shape like Gospel, nor does it have similar abilities, but it should serve you better than Ko'tar, at least, no~?" Before Kasyr's answer can be delivered, Satoshi is already nudging him in the direction of the Hanging Corpse, willing to converse along the way but also wanting to find shelter soon. Lugging around that beast of a sword and testing it--despite her lacking physical strength and clashing elemental affinities--has left the kit thoroughly worn out, the anxieties and excitement of bringing the kensai his gift all that's sustained her until now.
Kasyr might be dense at times, but it's quite doubtful that even he could miss the intent of the nudge. It's thus without further ado that he sidles up alongside Satoshi, before he gingerly begins amble back towards Corpse. On the bright side, despite the lack of light, his unnatural grace is going to likely prevent him from ignobly face planting. "Cherie. You've done marvelously. I would lavish praises upon you, but I don't think words could quite capture how well you've done."
Satoshi would purr, if she were still capable of that. Kasyr will have to settle for the ecstatic swishing of her too-many-tails instead.