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Guest Psyber     Psyber was still adjusting to how to deal with Ari and the fact she had chosen him as a wielder. It was not an unwelcome situation, but it was one which was definitely different from, say, Adjudicator in that Ari was a Sword and also a female. This definitively changed the rules of treatment and engagement on such topics as 'I need to find somewhere to put you that isn't my room' (the answer had been her own room), among others.

    Right now, though, he wanted some answers and to actually get some questions going towards Ari. Thus, he has the sword in his personal quarters and has elected to lean it up against the wall while he sits in the office chair that pairs with his desk, "Hey Ari. You awake right now?" He asks curiously, not fully sure how to summon her personified form beyond simply addressing her.
Heaven's Armory     "Yes." That answer comes as something indistinguishable from telepathy, though not very strongly. It's about at the level of someone speaking from about twice as far away as the sword is currently standing, which is close enough, in a room of this size.
    Ari materializes a moment later, human form standing by her blade, and takes a step forward, before stopping to look this way and that. She makes her slow way toward the desk, continuing to carefully take in the room while she does. It's either somehow bizarre to her or she has an obsession with detail.
    "What is it?"
Guest Psyber     "I wanted to ask some stuff. I guess starting at the most recent events and move backwards," Psyber notes, leaning back in his chair and tossing the sword a can of soda. He knows the Armory can't take nutrition, but maybe she can taste. It's a ginger ale, "I guess I'll start with the most immediate thing on my mind."

    "The being that brought about the death of your last user. Is it still alive?"
Heaven's Armory     Ari catches the can, slowly turns it fully over, then pops it open and drinks. Psyber's guess seems to be right.
    "My prior wielder is dead, and has been for some time. All of my past wielders are dead. There is rarely any other reason for me to find another." A pause, another drink, and then a look at Psyber that is, for a fleeting moment, conflicted. "I can't tell you how any of them lived or died in any recognizable detail. That is considered... private, and to be protected. The same applies to you, whenever we should be apart."
Guest Psyber     "I respect that. But your prior wielder asked me to make sure that justice was done before his spirit could move on, and I told him I would. Both by you, and by his quest," Psyber points out to her, leaning back a little more and folding his hands in front of himself.

    "That's the only reason I ask. If the villain that slayed him survived his death, I feel I have inherited his quest to see him vanquished." Psyber muses, watching the girl to see what she thinks, "That said, if it's a lost cause to pursue because you cannot tell me or unable, then that's simply a reality I will have to accept. I can pursue alternate investigations."
Heaven's Armory     Ari cocks her head to one side, considering this, ginger ale momentarily forgotten. Finally, "I waited in that place long enough that no one my past wielder knew is likely to still be alive. That some injustice should still exist in his world, I am certain. But he would not have limited his quest to only one world. I expect his request can still be honored, without knowing whom he fought." Sip.
Guest Psyber     "Alright. That's one question answered." Psyber muses, nodding his head slightly. The half-angel folds his hands in his lap and scowls a bit at the thought of him inheriting the sword from another's death. But it had helped the man move on, so he was acceptant of that much. Psyber looks up at her, "So I guess my next question is 'Who made you?'."
Heaven's Armory     Ari nods. "Father made us." That was an easy one, so she adds, "We had no chance to meet him directly, so I can only tell you what he was like by what he left to us, and that would be a... conversation in itself."
Guest Psyber     "It's a conversation I wouldn't mind having. I'd like to know of your origin, if your father had a name, that sort of thing," Psyber muses, watching her and rocking in his chair faintly, "Is Ari short for something, or is it your full name?" He seems to be trying to suss out what information from her that he can get.
Heaven's Armory     Ari holds the can in both hands while taking another sip from it. She doesn't seem to drink quickly, but it at least agrees with her. "It is my full name. Ari, like the bird-of-prey." Though she hasn't seen one here, so she can't point out what bird she's talking about.
    "Father... we keep his name, as well as the first wielders. Hm." She ponders. "My sisters would disagree on some things. They take different stances on what father wanted us to do. I am not certain why this is. You'd have to ask them. But I know what he wanted me to do, because he forged me with those feelings. I know that he burned with righteousness. I know that he was the most cautious man alive, of those that could be still be called 'brave.' And I know that no mortal smith could surpass him. I suspect that had he not been mortal, forging us would not have cost him so much, but I cannot know this for certain."
    Drink held to her chest, Ari inclines her head. "Because of what he was, I am what I am. Because of what I am, I would like to know more of you, my wielder."
Guest Psyber     Psyber considers it, "Ari. I've never heard of that bird of prey," He tries to search his memory for one, but can't draw up an image. Maybe Ari will have to show him one sime day.

    "Cost him so much?" Ari is keeping his name to herself. Psyber can accept this, more or less, and simply not fight on that point, "Did forging you cost him his life?" The half-angel inquires.

    "Mm. Fair enough. Ask me whatever curiosity strikes you. I'll answer you as best I can, any time that you ask."
Heaven's Armory     Ari gives another nod. "He continued work until he could not. Seven--myself, and my sisters. When he'd finished the last, I think... there was nothing left in him to give us. I could only see him afterward, and guess, but that is how it felt to me. He burned out his life to light seven others, and if that hadn't been enough, he would have continued until it was." Her expression is distant, recalling a story she has likely told before, though not for at least as long as those years she'd spent waiting, there in that tomb. "I am the legacy of that part of him, most of all."
    She sighs--curious, for one that shouldn't need to breathe--and leans against the desk, dropping to a slightly less stiff and formal stance. "Even if I wasn't curious, I'd still like to know. The more I know, the better I can support you. And I will, in whatever you do, until you are no longer my wielder." Fairly specific wording, that. "The choice of quest is yours. To start with, what are you, and what do you do?" At this, she turns her head to stare directly into Psyber's eyes. Attentive, yet passive observation.
Guest Psyber     "Most people call me Psyber. It serves as good a name as any, though some day I might give out my real one," Psyber begins, telling her that much up front, "I am a Paranormal Investigator, a problem solver for the Union, a professor of occult studies, and someone trying to repent for mistakes he made in the past. Or rather, necessary evils undertaken to try to save many people."

    "Ultimately, I do a lot of things, but most of them some down to solving problems and trying to help people."
Heaven's Armory     Ari is quiet for a moment longer, before her eyes finally move and she says, "I see." That seems to be it, until she starts again, "Because of how we were forged, there's a requirement to be a wielder. Even to touch one of us, of Heaven's Armory. Because you passed it, I can make this guess. It's that, whatever else you are, you're a hero. But," she holds up a finger, "that is something that can't be told at a glance, even for me. That's why I'll stay with you, to see if I was right."
    She places the can down on the desk, sliding a coaster over if there is one. "I'm usually right."
Guest Psyber     "There are many types of heroes. The thing about being a hero is that it has a tendency to expand your great deeds, but also exacerbate one's worst flaws. Many people forget this, but I endeavor not to." He tells her honestly, shotting his eyes a bit as he considers her words, "But the vote of confidence in my ability is appreciated. I'm more concerned at my rather eccentric nature rubbing you the wrong way."

    "But I am glad to have you around, even if I haven't had a chance to use you in a fight yet."
Heaven's Armory     Ari nods and, noticeably for the first time, gives a small smile. "We will see. I won't give up for anything trivial. It isn't..." Her smile fades. "...actually necessary we get along. I am, after all, a sword. It is enough that you are authorized, and I will be willing."
    A sidelong glance. "You haven't asked what I can do. That's a bit unusual."
Guest Psyber     Psyber smiles at her a bit, "You're a sword, right? You cut things and you probably also stab things, though you might be a bit big for stabbing." He teases to her, grinning as he lights a cigarette and puts it in the corner of his mouth.

    "Are there any other abilities I should be aware of?"
Heaven's Armory     Ari's expresssion relaxes, if not quite back to smiling. "Magic. You can use it while wielding me, so long as you know what you're attempting to do, and have authorization. My theme is 'burning,' so I can burn things. Wood, oil, sugar... people. Anything that can be broken down or apart and turned into something else, and I can put that energy to use." She shrugs. "I can't tell you everything possible. I can recommend, though. That you don't just think of 'breaking down' as destruction."
Guest Psyber     "Interesting. That is a fairly potent ability," Psyber considers it, "Breaking down is fairly broad. You could disassemble a wall, but can you break down concepts or magic, such as breaking a seal or causing a breakdown of negotiations?" He asks in thought, trying to figure out how much Ari would know her own limits and abilities. And what Psyber can do with her using those.
Heaven's Armory     Ari does smile, at that. "Clever. And... yes, and no. I could break a seal, but only if the seal can be broken /into/ something else. Abstract targets are difficult that way. If something can be fuel for something else, then I can affect it. In theory." She mimes grasping something with one hand. "In practice, your authorization might not be enough. Yet. Depending." Another shrug. "It would be worth a try. I can talk to you, privately, so long as we're close by. You can ask me then, though the one who makes the attempt has to be you. I'll feel your intent."
Guest Psyber     He smiles back and nods, "Well. We'll get creative and see what we can do. I have no shortage of people and things to test a burning sword on," He confesses, crossing his leg and taking a slow draw from his cigarette, "Still. That is an interesting requirement. That it needs to be broken into something else."