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[astraymoon]

Which kind, and what decades? Oh, and country.

American sabers are different from the French. Or you mean like grand daddy saber?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Who the fuck are you, a furrier version of me?

[astraymoon]

Nah, because I can bake.

[atowncalledtreffy]

I worked in these kitchens! For four fucking years!

[astraymoon]

That's cooking, not baking! You don't bake a meal, you cook it!

[atowncalledtreffy]

Oh my god.

[astraymoon]

Also, you know how to swing a sword.

Proper, I mean.

[atowncalledtreffy]

‘Course I know how to swing a sword.

If you want to learn, all you need to do is ask.

[astraymoon]

Because otherwise why carry around all that metal, other then to try to crush teenagers with. Right.

But I'd like that. More then making drugs.

What sword suits me, you think?

[atowncalledtreffy]

You’re tall, you could probably swing a two-handed broadsword if we packed some muscle on you, but it’s slow.

Let me talk to Alucard. He had a sword he could use as a wolf.

[astraymoon]

We give me enough muscle and muscle memory, I could be fast, maybe? We might have to test it out. Test a few out, maybe.

I don't think the light saber would be the way to go though. Damn.

I feel like unless it's a magic sword, I'd just have to grip it in my mouth or something.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Plus I only have the one. I can make a few practice swords, see how you handle the weight.

It actually is a magic sword, good job.

[astraymoon]

I still want to play with it, but guess you can't use that as a bribe anymore to give me a weekend!

Are you hoping the two of us are gonna be like your sword chopping wolf buddies?

Now that I say it...that would be cool.

[atowncalledtreffy]

I figure I'll teach you as much as you want to learn. Maybe you can teach me about baking if I can ever stomach getting back into the kitchen again.

[astraymoon]

Let's see how it goes.

And...there's the library yeah? There ought to be cook books and baking recipes. We can look in there.

What's wrong with the kitchen?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Yeah. The library's fairly solid.

Nothing's wrong with the kitchen, I'm just fighting with a few people there.

[astraymoon]

Ah, fun.

Let's look for some good baking recipes sometime, maybe see about what sword works before getting me fit to lift it?

[atowncalledtreffy]

All right. Come by my cabin sometime, I've got some of most sizes for you to try.

[astraymoon]

Cool.

I'll be by after my shift today, if that works for you.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Yeah, that's no problem. It's cabin six-one-six.

[astraymoon]

Cool. Be there in a few hours.

[And it's about three hours later, and he's down to cabin 616, knocking on the door. His hands are a little red, he smells of cleaning product, and he looks a little tired. But he brightens up when he sees Trevor's face.]

Hey.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Hi.

[he says with an easy smile, opening the door to reveal the veritable metric shitton of weapons in his cabin. He's pulled five swords from the wall and set them on the cot nearby, all different weights and sizes]

[astraymoon]

Oh...wow. It's like a museum.

[Sharp pointy swords. Swords! Swords!!! He glances around, taking in small deep breaths.

...he was sniffing like a canine don't worry about it.]

So these the Swords we trying today?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Sort of. I'll take it for a compliment.

[he snorts, nodding]

Well, I tried to get a variety of what I thought you'd like. Most of them, sure. But first..

[Trevor reaches behind him to take from his belt what is unmistakably the hilt of a powered-down lightsaber]

[astraymoon]

It's the coolest shit I've seen, and better then some I've been to.

[He was grinning- and his eyes lit up, making a soft, near squeak.]

Oh fuck yeah. You seriously have it!