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Characters: Amon, and YOU
Date: Dec. 23
Location: Keelai, general
Situation: Around Earth Sector + various in the wake of current events
Warnings/Rating: n/a (as of yet)

[ Amon had little recourse left open to him in the wake of the loss the Eshai in inclusion to his own return to the turtle beyond his own clinic. It was now a small, dark corner of the Earth sector reduced to threadbare refuge to the poor natives with some shred of trust left to spend on foreign presence.

While most spent their days off-shore, Amon returned to his former clinic. He spent the hours wiling away on the task of bringing the place back up to stock. Simple but time consuming tasks like moving equipment and furniture, or seeing to people that could do with some simple waterbending to alleviate chronic conditions such as arthritis or the like. It kept him busy, or at the very least, distracted from his disquiet with the recent upheavals of the world. Something told him the turtle wasn't quite ready for his particular brand of revolutionary response. ]

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[ Amon laughed low, deep and humorless. ] Worth a try.

[ He fell silent when the blade and scarf where dropped in his waiting hands. The scarf he threw over his shoulder; it was soft and weighted against his shoulder. The dagger he unsheathed and inspected closely, even through his mask his eyes were quick and curious even hungry. ]

It's beautiful. [ Amon commented looking to Sabriel. ]

Do you like it? Hopefully you won't have any cause to use it, but- just in case. [The marks flowed over the blade like water, constantly shifting and rearranging themselves.

Sabriel turns her attention to the windchime.]

Yours is wonderful too.

[ Amon went back to running his fingers over the blade, mesmerized despite himself and his well-known...'bias' when it came to the magical and enchanted. ] Is it meant to be used on the Dead? I recognise some of these marks.

[ Finally he tore his attention away from the dagger. ]

Unfortunately, it doesn't have any hidden properties or any more practical uses aside from a little music when its warm enough to leave the windows open again.

Yes- or creatures of Free Magic, though I doubt there are any on the turtle. And of course, it works as well as any dagger against ordinary people. [Which to Sabriel is a broader category than just 'people without any powers'.]

Sometimes, music is enough- Particularly on days when the weather is pleasant enough to keep the window open.