I13DT - In The Hall of Weapons

[Miranda Weaver]

Mom probably wouldn't be happy about this, she reflected as she wander up on down the aisles of 'swords through the ages' that she'd asked the Danger Room to recreate. She hadn't seen 'her' sword yet, but maybe, if she could find it, it would tell her something about herself. Since she was a student, and a relatively new one at that, the room was not locked, but the status panel indicated the name of the occupant and that it was a non-training-related simulation.

((Open))

[Kevin Gravis]

"Ooo... sword museum," came a voice over the intercom.

[Miranda Weaver]

"Sort of, I suppose," Miranda said without looking up.

[Kevin Gravis]

"Or is it Crazy Gilgamesh's Sword Emporium?"

[Miranda Weaver]

"I don't even know where that is," she said, no indication that she'd gotten the joke.

[Kevin Gravis]

"Well I made it up just now, so neither do I."

[Miranda Weaver]

She moved from a section of Middle Eastern versions to Southern Europe. "You are welcome to come look. I'm just browsing myself."

[Kevin Gravis]

In a moment, he was there.

"I'm partial to the spada da lato here myself," he said as he lifted what appeared to be caught between short sword and rapier.

[Miranda Weaver]

"I'm looking for something specific," she said, "Something I've seen before but don't know the name of."

[Kevin Gravis]

"Huh..." he said, scratching his head, "Can you... describe it?"

[Miranda Weaver]

"Largish. Big enough to wear on my back, but small enough to still wield in one hand," she said, reaching up to tug her hood down lower.

[Kevin Gravis]

"Computer, sort by Oakeshott and move the racks to type XX," he said. The racks whizzed by in Matrix fashion and stopped.

"God I love that," he grinned.

"That close?" he asked, pointing a hand-and-a-half claymore.

[Miranda Weaver]

She reached out and picked it up, attempting to hold it out to her side. This didn't work very well and was particularly wobbly.

[Kevin Gravis]

"... is bigger than I thought..."

[Miranda Weaver]

"Or I'm smaller than... the person I've seen it on," she said, putting the sword back up.

[Kevin Gravis]

"Hmm..."

"Computer, type XVI please."

Whizz whoosh.

"Try that," he said, holding a shorter sword out to her.

[Miranda Weaver]

She looked at it, "No, nothing like that. The previous one was a better match for what I've seen. It's an Astral thing though, so the normal laws of physics probably don't apply."

[Kevin Gravis]

"Not looking for an actual one then, just a reference, gotcha."

[Miranda Weaver]

"Hoping finding it will teach me something about the person wielding it."

[Kevin Gravis]

"So it was like the Scottish Claymore before this sword?"

[Miranda Weaver]

She nodded, "Similar. The hilt was different, but the overall size was similar."

[Kevin Gravis]

"Computer, show us a few variants of the Scottish Claymore." It did so.

[Miranda Weaver]

Miranda looked closely at the swords, frowning the entire time. Finally she picked one with a very short cross-guard. It looked like the oversized love child of a claymore and a gladius. "Something like this."

[Kevin Gravis]

"Nice," he said, whistling. "Mean looking too."

[Miranda Weaver]

"You have no idea," she said, lifting the blade and looking it over closely.

[Kevin Gravis]

"So... a figure in the Astral had that?"

[Miranda Weaver]

She nodded. "I'm hoping that finding it will help me understand them a bit more."

[Kevin Gravis]

"Well I don't think anyone wielding that in a dream-ish place is safe to be anywhere near."

[Miranda Weaver]

"Probably not," she said. "Not like I'll have a lot of choice if she shows up though."

[Kevin Gravis]

"She huh?" he wondered aloud.

[Miranda Weaver]

Miranda considered the slip and then seemed to dismiss its importance. "Nothing to worry about in the short term I suppose."

[Kevin Gravis]

"You sure? I hear the Astral can be dangerous for the inexperienced."

[Miranda Weaver]

"I feel kind of at home there most days."

[Kevin Gravis]

"Eh, not my place to say. I'm not a telepath."