draw me not without purpose

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Characters: Espedon, Uchiha Sasuke
When: May 13th
Where: Room 303
Rating: TBD
Summary: Reunions of blades and masters


Espedon hurried up the stairwell. Two flights of stairs was not a problem; the problem was not tripping over himself in the attempt to get to the room faster. Both of his hands were occupied, one with the black-scabbarded sword that Libitina had seen fit to replace the Seventh with and the other with the PDA. While he'd attained some small control over the English language, he hadn't yet started on Japanese, so the little device would still have to be his crutch.

Arriving at the door, he slowed and gave himself a moment. The ninja, no doubt, had a clue he was outside the door, as he'd done little to quiet his footsteps, but taking the time not to appear either desperate or disheveled (which seemed to be happened more and more these days) couldn't hurt.

Then, he reached up, and knocked on the door.

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[hebi]

Sasuke sat on the bed, completely bored out of his mind. When the he heard the knock on his door, he glanced over and stared at it for a brief moment. Well, that might as well be the owner.

"It's open." Because it was, and he really saw no need to get up himself.

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Espedon stood outside the door for a few seconds. Once again, he found himself frustrated by the language barrier; had he said 'come in', or 'one second' or 'go away'? Could have been any of the three.

He toyed with the PDA for a few moments and called Sasuke up with a quick audio log.

"...apologies, what did you say?"

[hebi]

...How annoying. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Sasuke pulled the device out of his pocket, "I said it's open."

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He heard that.

With a shrug, Espedon opened the door and stepped through. And there it was- his missing blade. His life. Propped up against the wall, waiting patiently for him. He lifted his arm and called to it, calling it back to his hand.

Didn't move.

A brief flash of displeasure went across the blade hunter's expression before he went across the room to get his hands on it. Sasuke's sword, in Espedon's hand, was set in its place.

"I found that sword in my hand when I called to the Seventh. You can have it, if you like."

[hebi]

As soon as Espedon walked through the door, his eyes widened a fraction as they saw his sword in his hands. He had looked for days for that damned thing. He shifted on hie bed, half-ready to get up onto his feet in a second's notice.

"...I can have it because it's mine." About damned time the fucking thing showed up, too. Tch. It was unfortunate it wasn't the actual blade of Kusanagi. Finding that one would have been a breeze.

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An odd sight it must have been, after Espedon lifted the Seventh from its place. Ignoring Sasuke's words, he closed his eyes and lowered his head. It was almost as though he was going through a configuration test.

The Seventh disappeared. Then it reappeared, in his hand. Once by once, and in several combinations, the six fragments of Severalis found their way into reality, alternating between his hand and simply hovering in the air. The display took about fifteen seconds to complete.

When the last of the blades disappeared, Espedon looked down, and picked up Sasuke's blade before tossing it over to him. He then rested the Seventh on his shoulder.

"...out of curiosity... did you pick up this sword?"

[hebi]

Sasuke caught his sword with ease and placed it on the bed beside him where it belonged. It'd have to start storing it in the seal on his wrist again if it was going to be taken from him so easily. ...But that was most likely the dependence talking.

The teen raised a curious eyebrow as he settled back into a more comfortable position. "Naturally.. Why?"

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"Did it speak to you?"

There was something strange in the air; it was very subtle, but it was something Sasuke was used to. Espedon's tone wasn't interrogative, but perhaps it was in the way he was standing, his eyes not meeting the ninja's, but rather looking beyond the wall. There was a wrong answer to this question.

[hebi]

Another curious glance. Like hell he remembered if a sword talked to him or not, as unordinary an occurrence that would be. He had a snake locked away in the depths of his mind, he was used to things talking to him by now, so he never really thought about it if it really did.

"I don't recall."

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Espedon turned his head and locked eyes with Sasuke. Sasuke was likely used to seeing strangely-shaped irises; this man's had been narrowed into the outline of two swords, almost catlike in appearance.

He studied the youth, gauging him. If the blade had spoken, it was reasonable to think he wouldn't have given it back. But the Seventh was supposed to be inseparable from him to begin with. Too many questions.

"...hn."

Espedon walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

[hebi]

Now that...was definitely interesting. He couldn't help but frown slightly to himself, keeping both comments and questions to himself as he watched the man practically silently storm out of the room.