Queen of the BSE
- Chaotic Good
4th of June (if it works)
Aranea had expected the Stoss Spear to just...show up. Things did that in Pandora, all the time, so she was just planning on waiting until it showed up, and using other weapons in the meantime. It was definitely not that she just couldn't be bothered trying to commission a different spear, or trying to source a different weapon. It had just been inconvenient to....okay yeah she'd been pretty lazy because tracking don a decent blacksmith was hard, and working so often in the Vales as she did, she didn't want to take the risk of crossing the anti-magic laws of causality that ruled this place. So sue her.
So, the Stoss Spear didn't fall into her lap.
But there was a new (though apparently he had taught there before, a different version of himself) teacher who taught weapon making, so that sounded about perfect to Aranea, because she had been in this place for more than six months, and in that time used a lightsaber, a gun, several guns, a sword, three daggers, one halberd and two bazookas, as well as any inferior spears she could get her hands on, and she missed it. She missed having a weapon that she could clean blindfolded, one that felt less like a weapon and more like an extension of herself. A mercenary's weapon was their partner when they had no other, and she hadn't really had that in a while. So...
Aranea knocked on the door to the office, mostly out of a pretence of politeness, before opening the door anyway. "Oi, Mr Slicy, you free?" Not her best nickname, but it suited, since the guy seemed to be all thin edges. Aranea was pretty sure that if he took off his shirt she'd be able use his ribs as a paper shredder.