[It's an ordinary day at the museum. Slow, sleepy, boring, until the curator personally greets someone. That isn't to say something interesting always happens when he does - if that were the case, then it might well be more eventful more often - but the visitor has a tell-tale parcel, the size and shape of a blade, and the glimpse inside, the glint of steel (dulled from soot and fire though it was) told him all he needed to know.
They'd have a new spirit around very soon, if the blade was old enough to have one.
Ah- but there was another figure among them, one who didn't quite fit, trailing along as though he belonged there, despite being covered in soot and, presumably, the source of the lingering smell of flame that was successfully setting Souza on edge and making him worry about the general state of their newcomer.
But as soon as they've come, he's gone, and Souza is left to wait - wait on the museum staff, wait on the spirit to grow curious enough to wander, maybe even wait until he was put on display.
It only takes a couple hours for the staff to go home and the new spirit to trail after them as far as the door. For his part, Souza has been waiting near to where he's been taken, just in case, because for all his aloof posturing, he still doesn't want a newcomer to be scared and unwelcome when it's likely they'll be spending a considerable amount of time together - and in disuse, no less.
He'll give him a moment to look around, acclimate to the surroundings, before approaching relatively quietly and answering question with question.]
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They'd have a new spirit around very soon, if the blade was old enough to have one.
Ah- but there was another figure among them, one who didn't quite fit, trailing along as though he belonged there, despite being covered in soot and, presumably, the source of the lingering smell of flame that was successfully setting Souza on edge and making him worry about the general state of their newcomer.
But as soon as they've come, he's gone, and Souza is left to wait - wait on the museum staff, wait on the spirit to grow curious enough to wander, maybe even wait until he was put on display.
It only takes a couple hours for the staff to go home and the new spirit to trail after them as far as the door. For his part, Souza has been waiting near to where he's been taken, just in case, because for all his aloof posturing, he still doesn't want a newcomer to be scared and unwelcome when it's likely they'll be spending a considerable amount of time together - and in disuse, no less.
He'll give him a moment to look around, acclimate to the surroundings, before approaching relatively quietly and answering question with question.]
I... presume you've been here before, then...?