The knife that cuts deep

[in_over_his_head]

[1] [Postmission]
[The situation was resolved. What was left of the Organization known as Scylla and Charybdis was being apprehended. Their underground base was in ruins and their ties to the Ebon Court were all but destroyed given the events in the tunnels. Not only that but they also managed to get the third key.]

[Yet despite this Calvin remains silent as he looks up at his battered Genoace. Shield cleaved, guns dented and its knife bloodied. There was clearly something bothering him as his gaze now turned to the recovered artifact. A rusted and very horrifically painful looking knife. Rather than speaking though, the air around the knife just seemed to have the faint scent of blood along with somehow making the air around it sound sharp as impossible as it was.]

Do you ever get the feeling that there's more to a story than you think you know?

[2] [Some time later]
[Calvin's out in town, with coffees in a cardboard carrying tray in hand as he walked down a row of shoplots. Somehow he didn't notice you at all as he kept moving through the area, moving to the older section of the lots and standing in front of one place in particular. From the looks of the place it was a magic shop. Not one of those places that sold stage magician tricks, but one that actually catered to people with a certain set of beliefs. Or in Calvin's case a certain level of wariness for things that people believed in.]

[He lingers at the entrance, trying to compose himself a little as he stared at the door. For a while he looked a little unsure about entering.]

[He still hasn't noticed you either. Try to get his attention?]

Comments

[keep_your_dignity]

AND THAT IS WHY YOU FAIL.

TELL ME, CAN YOU THINK OF ANY VALID HYPOTHETICAL UNDER WHICH WHAT THOSE PEOPLE DID WOULD BE THE ADEQUATE THING TO DO? [Oh, right. The killbot has this creepy habit of knowing exactly what you're thinking about, Calvin]

[in_over_his_head]

Well thank you for pointing that out. And as a matter of fact, no there is no valid hypothetical situation that anything they did can be called adequate or even reasonable.

[Yes, it was creepy as hell. Not enough for Calvin to go into needing a tinfoil hat but getting close enough. But right now he was too tired to deal with it.]

They need to be dealt with and I get that, but what I want to know is what the hell they're up to.

[keep_your_dignity]

THEN IT'S ENTIRELY SECONDARY. FOCUS ON THE MISSION FIRST. PERSONAL CURIOSITY COMES AFTER. AFTER THEY ARE DEALT WITH YOU CAN BEAT THEM BLUE UNTIL THEY TELL YOU.

NOW. TO BUSINESS. WHAT DO YOU INTEND TO DO WITH THAT THING. [No need to explain what thing she's referring to, is there?]

[in_over_his_head]

[What a very GRAVEYARD-ey thing to say. Calvin just grunts in reply.]

Find a way to lock it up properly then see if I can get it stored in one of the other bases until we can figure out what to do with it.

[keep_your_dignity]

IDLE SUGGESTION. IF YOU DON'T NEED TO USE IT, ENCASE IT IN CEMENT, DUMP IT IN THE FOUNDATION OF ANY RANDOM BUILDING THAT IS INTENDED TO BE HIGH SECURITY. PREFERABLY NEAR A POINT WHERE LEAD PIPING WILL BE INSTALLED. [This is said completely offhand. The fact that Kagura doesn't need to spend even a second to think of a way to store a magical artifact probably says a lot]