Dream § 003 § "To be your sword and shield"
The city is deserted as the cries of the monsters echo around them; the hostile wavelength is coming closer, he can feel it. His body vibrates with the maliciousness of it and he's concerned- not for himself, but for her. Does she wish he was Soul? It would be more convenient for everyone if he was. Then she wouldn't be without a weapon in this time of danger...
He stops in the middle of the street and she turns to look at him after a moment; "We can't run forever," he tells her, sounding exactly as tired as he feels.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" she's exasperated; yes, they can't run forever, but if they're going to stop, there should be some sort of contingency plan.
And there is- he extends a hand towards her, expression flat. "Wield me."
She blinks in confusion. "What?"
"It's our only option." A second passes and she grips his hand resolutely; he feels the familiar rush of power as his form changes, settles into something different. Her arm dips briefly under the unexpected weight of the weapon and she adjusts her stance.
"I would have guessed a gun," she remarks, still getting the hang of using him. Soul's weight is distributed differently in weapon form than he is; the thin, flat blade of the rapier is more balanced than the heavy, localized weight of the scythe.
"Why?" He's genuinely confused, too; "I think it fits me." The rapier is a noble weapon, elegant and refined- proper, like him. But if she wants to quibble, she can do it when they're not in danger. A monster of shadows, black as night and clearly dangerous, erupts from an alleyway, its sickle-like claws crashing down towards her head, cutting off further conversation. Her arm jolts upward, blocking quickly and stabbing towards the thing's chest- but anywhere it would help to hit seems to be no more solid a target than smoke.
He knows it's not the time to point such things out, but he can't help it; "You're not doing it symmetrically enough!"
Her exasperation and annoyance returns. "Kid-kun, do you really think this is the time? How do you wield a sword symmetrically, anyway?"
"Your stance is off. If you just moved your left foot an inch and a half forward..."
She narrowly dodges and chides him, "Kid-kun, you're distracting me! Honestly, you're as bad as Excalibur."
And that shuts him up for a minute, because being compared to that insufferable thing would be a slap to anyone's pride, but soon enough he's at it again. "I'm sure there must be a way. If you'd just-"
There is a terrible screech of screaming steel as the creature rakes its claws along the length of the sword, brought up to block; a shower of blue-white sparks fizzle out on the cobbled road. "We can't win like this," she says, panting slightly, and he knows she's right. "Do you think we should try-"
"Yes."
As their souls resonate, all he can think of is how it feels to be connected to her. How it feels... right.
He stops in the middle of the street and she turns to look at him after a moment; "We can't run forever," he tells her, sounding exactly as tired as he feels.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" she's exasperated; yes, they can't run forever, but if they're going to stop, there should be some sort of contingency plan.
And there is- he extends a hand towards her, expression flat. "Wield me."
She blinks in confusion. "What?"
"It's our only option." A second passes and she grips his hand resolutely; he feels the familiar rush of power as his form changes, settles into something different. Her arm dips briefly under the unexpected weight of the weapon and she adjusts her stance.
"I would have guessed a gun," she remarks, still getting the hang of using him. Soul's weight is distributed differently in weapon form than he is; the thin, flat blade of the rapier is more balanced than the heavy, localized weight of the scythe.
"Why?" He's genuinely confused, too; "I think it fits me." The rapier is a noble weapon, elegant and refined- proper, like him. But if she wants to quibble, she can do it when they're not in danger. A monster of shadows, black as night and clearly dangerous, erupts from an alleyway, its sickle-like claws crashing down towards her head, cutting off further conversation. Her arm jolts upward, blocking quickly and stabbing towards the thing's chest- but anywhere it would help to hit seems to be no more solid a target than smoke.
He knows it's not the time to point such things out, but he can't help it; "You're not doing it symmetrically enough!"
Her exasperation and annoyance returns. "Kid-kun, do you really think this is the time? How do you wield a sword symmetrically, anyway?"
"Your stance is off. If you just moved your left foot an inch and a half forward..."
She narrowly dodges and chides him, "Kid-kun, you're distracting me! Honestly, you're as bad as Excalibur."
And that shuts him up for a minute, because being compared to that insufferable thing would be a slap to anyone's pride, but soon enough he's at it again. "I'm sure there must be a way. If you'd just-"
There is a terrible screech of screaming steel as the creature rakes its claws along the length of the sword, brought up to block; a shower of blue-white sparks fizzle out on the cobbled road. "We can't win like this," she says, panting slightly, and he knows she's right. "Do you think we should try-"
"Yes."
As their souls resonate, all he can think of is how it feels to be connected to her. How it feels... right.