swordians

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                Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ~  “This is what you blew your cover for? This runt?”

                ୨୧~   “Harold.”


            Neither was fond of Barbatos Goetia. The man was a vicious brute and a traitor,
            and needed to be watched constantly. However, this time the Berselius twins
            differed on what kind of job he’d done. Harold was unhappy, to say the least, and
            in some ways he understood. A Swordian was the finest weapon the Aetherians
            possessed for hand-to-hand combat and spellwork, the crafting was exquisite, and
            Harold did not want to give someone like Barbatos one. At least, not unless there
            was significant gain to be had from it.


            He understood, he truly did. And someone else might have been preferable. Igtenos,
            or Clemente. If they broke Igtenos they could dismantle the spy network he was sure
            existed here. If they picked Clemente, it would remove one of the biggest thorns in
            their side when it came to actual ground battles. Clemente was fearsome on the
            battlefield. Even capturing Dymlos would have dealt the Er'thers a significant blow.


            But unlike Harold, who was certain the silver-haired man restrained in front of them
            was no one special, the strategist recognized him from reports. Barbatos was not
            lying; This was a high ranking Er'ther officer, if the most junior of the bunch.


                    “Harold, meet Major Pierre de Chaltier.”


            That made her go quiet.


            Of course, then the brute chimed in. “Hahahaha. Listen to your brother.”


            She was still unhappy, and shot Karell an annoyed look, but Harold was still not talking,
            which meant she saw the potential here. He might have to say something to her later.
            He wasn’t trying to upset Harold or cut her down in front of the brute, but Barbatos had
            done what he’d promised. She would have to do her job in return.


                    “… I see. Take him to the high-security cells. Then come to my lab, Lieutenant
                    Goetia. We will run the necessary tests.”


            Yes, he’d definitely need to soothe her bruised ego somehow. For now she’d given
            herself an out, and turned on her heel, and though she might look calm to most
            individuals he knew she was trying not to storm off. Some poor assistant was going
            to get their head bitten off.


                    “I assume you’ve checked him for any hidden Lens?”


                    “Do I look like an idiot to you, Berselius?”


            Mostly, yes, but he wasn’t going to pick a fight with Barbatos in front of the prisoner. It
            wasn’t productive and a fight would undoubtedly cause environmental damage the
            Major might use to escape. “Then take him to the cells. From then on I’ll be
            responsible for his interrogation.”

The conversation started out with my oreference changing from Everyone X Genji to Everything X Genji.

And then there was RyuIchimonjiXGenji and StormBowXGenji.

Now what if Overwatch characters’ weapons got souls in them and they talk– and this made me think Tales of Destiny’s Swordians… (God, I love that game, okay?)

Ryu-Ichimonji calling Genji as 坊ちゃん/Bocchan/YoungMaster… I know I already did this with Midori, Genji’s drsgon, but what the sword IS the drsgon? Aaah this is very nice…!

Yes, I like this idea very much.(T▽T)♥