{Voice; UN: bakusaiga}

[prince_of_the_moon]

I wish to fight.

{Because, damn it all, he knows battle. Relationships? Apparently he is a failure in that arena.}

Do not reply if you are weak.

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[prince_of_the_moon]

{The ice will help because, under her feet, the destruction continues. Bakusaiga's blows are like that; one nick, one cut and the victim will eventually succumb to blood loss.

Thus why he strikes the ground and not her.}

Over here.

{He directs her to safety, leaping away from the crack and landing nimbly.}

[atheva]

What a magnificent weapon! Is the power that of the blade or your own directed through it?

(( This, of course, once they've moved to safety. ))

[prince_of_the_moon]

The fang is mine; it is my power flowing through it. {He holds out Bakusaiga for her to see.}

[atheva]

(( She looks carefully at the weapon. Yes, she sees it now, his energy flowing through the blade. It seems similar to her staff, in that respect, a focus for one's power. ))

May I touch it?

[prince_of_the_moon]

{One of his teeth is embedded in it - thus the name fang. He nods at her request.}

This is Bakusaiga, the blade I carried inside of me. It only revealed itself when I became worthy to wield it.

[atheva]

(( She lights traces her fingers across the flat edge of the blade. Yes, indeed, she can sense the power humming through it. It's easy to recognize as Sesshomaru's own power. However, the creation of the fan intrigues her. ))

So it's a part of you, in the truest sense?

[prince_of_the_moon]

Yes. Purebred Dog Demons all carry their fangs inside of them. {He nods towards his arm and adds:} I lost that arm in battle and when my blade appeared, it brought my arm back with it.

[atheva]

(( She listens intently, her focus still on the sword. ))

A mage's staff is not so personal. We can go through many within our lives, either made by us or for us. It channels our power, but we have no significant ties to them.

[prince_of_the_moon]

{So there aren't any Totosais in her world?}

There is a demon who perfects the blades for us and makes their sheathes. A Mage should specialize in crafting new staffs and matching them with a proper owner.

[atheva]

(( She holds out her staff, quite pleased with the design of it. Its narrow for her small hands, but sports a curved blade on one end to be a practical weapon as well as a magical one. ))

I made this staff to combat a great evil that threatened my world.

[prince_of_the_moon]

{He sheathes Bakusaiga, showing her how the fang must be contained. Then he looks over her staff.}

Have you thought of assisting others with theirs? After the evil is conquered?

[atheva]

I have not thought that far ahead. I wasn't sure I'd survive the last time my world was in danger.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Why shouldn't you survive? Plan on it.

[atheva]

I did not survive by my strength alone.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Life is a gift. Cling to it as tightly as you can.

[atheva]

I won't give up easily. That, I can promise you.

[prince_of_the_moon]

My blade can revive someone once. Only once.

[atheva]

Then you'd best not let those dear to you come to harm.

[prince_of_the_moon]

I made that mistake. I won't again.

[atheva]

You have my sympathies.

[prince_of_the_moon]

She isn't with me. {All he can do is hope others are keeping her safe.}

[atheva]

(( She lays a hand on his shoulder gently. ))

It is difficult to be without our loved ones.

[prince_of_the_moon]

{He seems to take a small, steadying breath.}

I detest relying on my brother, but I have no choice.

[atheva]

Are you not on good terms?

(( Or perhaps it's just pride. From what she knows of Sesshomaru, he is a proud creature. Perhaps relying on another makes him feel vulnerable or weak. ))

[prince_of_the_moon]

He is - {A Half-Breed idiot. Yet...} My foolish younger brother.