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a revolving door of screaming

WHO: Darin, Lucina
WHERE: Darin's workshop
WHEN: Late Apr/early May/time isn't real it's rp
WHAT: a sword, a port-out, a grown-ass anime man yeeting things through a ceiling
WARNINGS: two idiots, but nothing horrible beyond anime

[today's the day! Lucina got the simple message from Darin barely an hour ago, and she was out the door like a shot. it's time. finally time! Falchion's refashioned hilt...one made just for her...it's as exciting as it is scary!

she still can't comprehend the idea of a Falchion feeling any different in her hands than it always had, but Darin's all but guaranteed that this change would unlock power she didn't know she was withholding. and if that's the case, it can't come at a better time. she's going to be a greater help, dammit.]

Darin!

[she calls, already halfway through the door, shrugging her light jacket off and setting it on the nearest bench.]

Is it really ready? Where is it!

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[Darin knew Lucina would be over in a flash, so he didn't even try and pretend he was going to work on something else in the meantime. The girl probably, and quite literally, flew here, so when she bursts in, he's leaning back on a stool so that it balances precariously on two of its four legs while his boots relax atop the nearest workbench.]

[Part of him wants to play dumb. 'What's ready? What are you talking about?' But Lucina had been through so much the last few months, he couldn't bring himself to frustrate her. So, without further ado, he drops his feet to the floor and reaches behind the bench he'd been leaning on. He retrieves a large case and brings it up onto the bench with a loud thud and a smile, then flips the latches to open it. Inside, resting inside a lining of blue crushed velvet, was the new Falchion in a brand new, Darin-designed, custom sheathe. After all, the old scabbard wouldn't fit the new guard any longer.]

[Yes, Darin made a case specifically for this moment.]

[He lifts the sheathed blade from the case and holds it up to her,reverently. The new hilt catches the light of the forge and it practically radiates warmth, the twin butterfly wings polished to a mirror shine. The metal seemed so delicate at first glance, like the guard of a fencing foil, but upon taking it in her hands, she'll realize it's far sturdier than it looks, matching its owner to the letter. He's not going to draw the sword. That moment belongs to the wielder and the wielder alone. But he does grin in anticipation all the same.]

Lucina, my friend. I present to you the fruits of your labor. I present to you the new, properly balanced, Falchion.

[for much of that reveal, Lucina's breath is held, hardly blinking as she draws near to take in the new sights. that sheathe is so much more...elegant than her father's, but still similar in shape enough to be familiar. that hilt, though?]

Oh...Oh, wow...

[awestruck, Lucina watches the way light catches off the metal guard, barely thinking to touch anything until Darin gestures with it for her to take. she lets out a soft, surprised sound that ends in a nervous kind of giggle.]

Oh gods it is light, just as you said it would be...! It looks like, like a museum piece...!

[her heart clenches, both joyful and somehow sorrowful. gods, if only Owain could see this! if only her father could...!]

I told you. A properly balanced sword is worlds apart from anything else. But go ahead, draw the blade. Take a look at your hard work too.

[She'll find the blade itself is polished to a mirror shine. In fact, with the way the metal is treated combined with the new hilt and guard, it looks as though Falchion were just forged instead of being passed down for however many centuries.]

With this, I can officially and definitively say, Falchion is one hundred percent yours now.

...And I have to say, I'm honored to have had the opportunity to work on something so special.

[at his encouragement, the blade is drawn, and Lucina watches her reflection pass cleanly across the steel. the clarity of the polish makes it startling to behold at first, almost afraid she's not even holding the right blade, but...no. no, even through the new hilt, the strange energy of Falchion tingles through her skin. it's still there, it's still true, and still promised to her and her bloodline.

she carefully tilts the blade this way and that in the light, her face flushing with the mix of emotions welling up inside her. like the blade, she's practically glowing.

(she kind of is. slightly. that's weird.)]

Darin, it's incredible! I almost can't believe it, but...

[Darin just assumes the aura coming off of her has something to do with Falchion being properly balanced towards her, thereby making it one hundred percent hers. The sword did have special properties, so why wouldn't there be a glow when she held it?]

[But the fact that she's just so over the moon about it brings a kind of warm glow to Darin as well. He couldn't be prouder of the work they had done together, and seeing Lucina so happy with herself.]

It's definitely real. And I bet you're dying to give it a test, to see how strong you've actually gotten.

Am I right?

Gods, you have no idea. [she grins back at him.] You'll have to get yourself a formidable weaof your own so we can--

[that glow becomes a fade?

BLIP.]

... ... ...

[Darin rubs at his eyes.]

...Lu?

Lucina??

[He stares in disbelief for a few moments. Did the new and improve Falchion just shunt her through time? Did she gain the power of invisibility? Teleportation? No, come on, think rationally here, Darin. There's no way.]

[The more he thinks on it, the more his heart sinks. He'd never seen it happen in person before but...there was only one thing that could have happened.]

[Lucina had gone back home to her world. She was ported out right before his very eyes.]

[Finally, Darin takes a seat on the stool he had been sitting at when Lucina had entered. He's having some mixed feelings for sure. Did upgrading Falchion cause her to port out? If so, why would it? Wouldn't she lose all memories of being here? Wouldn't Falchion revert back to its original state?]

[Is this somehow his fault? In changing Falchion, did they stray too far from what Lucina was meant to do? Was this some cosmic or Porter inspired way of correcting what they had changed??]

[That couldn't be it, right? If so, how close were any of them from porting out? Any form of personal growth could lead to them just...vanishing.]

[Darin felt a pang in his heart. Lucina had been so...happy. He'd never seen her beaming like that before and, for once, he felt like he'd truly been of use to her. Like he'd finally done some good for her. And now, potentially because of that good, she was returned to a world of war.]

[...She wouldn't even remember him.]

[With a sigh, he buries his face in his hands, feeling a lump start to form in his throat.]

...Go get 'em, Lu. Show those demons in your world how strong I know you are...

--haps even a lance? It'd be an uneven fight, but all the more reason to test out new limits! What do you think?

[she's still smiling, energized and ready to go! back in the same place she'd vanished, holding the new and improved Falchion just as before.

she has no idea the stress she's caused or time she's missed at all!!!!!!!!!!!! no demons were slain!!]

[The last two days were...well, they were bittersweet for Darin. He'd made sure to let all of Lucina's close friends to know she had been ported out, you know, the responsible thing. It was grueling telling so many people that she was gone. It really made him wish he was able to get drunk.]

[He'd taken the case he had stored Falchion in and was just about to lock it up in storage. Out of sight out of mind. But then, Lucina literally popped back into existence behind him.]

[Have you ever been so startled that your body just sort of reacts outrageously? That you can't form words or coherent thoughts? This is what happens here. The second Lucina's excited voice pops into reality behind him, Darin screams. And not only does he scream, he pivots and pitches the case he was so reverently holding, like a pallbearer, through the reinforced roof of his forge like a missile. A second later, there's an audible boom as the case breaks the sound barrier and, potentially, the atmosphere.]

[Then he turns to Lucina and just continues screaming.]

[Maybe he'll stop soon.]

[... ... ...]

[Nope, still screaming.]

[WO W ok so whatever she said up there CUT WHATEVER PARTS WERE DROWNED OUT BY SCREAMING AND THIS GROWN-ASS MAN YEETING A BOX INTO THE UPPER STRATOSPHERE. because Lucina screams, too, bouncing backward and brandishing Falchion defensively to face a threat?? threat?! where? roof?]

WHAT'S GOING ON-?! DARIN???

[Darin just wildly and emphatically gestures at her. All of her. See this? This shape? It's you. It is the shape of Lucina. This tall and this wide and--do you follow? Because he's got a case of crazy arms over here!]

TWO!!!

[More wild gestures.]

TWO DAYS!!!!!

[Dem arms ain't stoppin']

[she's still bristled, but becoming more baffled by the second. is he having a spasm? has he gone temporarily insane? why would an offer for a duel be this horrific??

and now the arms. she recoils, mouth curled in a grimace.]

Two-two days? Darin! I, I have no idea what you're talking about! Two days for what! [Falchion needs to be set down on the bench for now so she can take a stab at grabbing these ridiculous arms.] STOP YELLING THIS INSTANT!

YOU!! TWO DAYS!!!

I GAVE YOU THE SWORD AND YOU POOFED!!

[She's managing to grabs a hold of those arms and, well this might come as a shock to the both of them but, she's managing to halt his flailing. Despite the fact that he doesn't seem to be holding back much of his strength.]

YOU WERE GONE AND THEN YOU JUST APPEARED AND I SWEAR TO THE GODS YOU BETTER NOT BE A GHOST HERE TO HAUNT ME!!!

[that's super-strength, baby!! and she ain't even noticed because he's clearly not heeding her request to stop yelling.

aggravated, she reaches over and pinches his nose with her free hand.]

DO GHOSTS DO THIS?! I said STOP YELLING AT ME!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW

POLTERGEIST!!! NOSE!! GONNA TEAR OFF!!! I NEED THAT TO SMELL THE ROSES!!!! NYAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

[GODS WHY IS IT WORSE NOW. Lucina growls in frustration, releasing the nose so she can properly clamp a hand over his mouth, absolutely frazzled and frustrated!!! DARIN!!!]

Stop it! Stop it right this instant! Darin! [glaring.

a huff.]

It's me. It's Lucina! Calm down so you can explain yourself properly! Alright?

[because she sure as hell isn't going to let this screamfest continue; the outside world will hear of this!]

Mffoo fayz mgo moo mffanfishef fan mI ffoot mfoo mrr mgn ffer goofm.

[You asked for this.]

[EXHALE.]

Just.

Just nod once if you agree. To stop yelling?

[Nodnod...]

[...Nod]

[a beat. she's giving him a very suspicious eye, still bracing for screams the second she lifts her hand away. she will punch if that's the case.]

Now... [hand...removed.] Take a breath. Calm down, please?

TwodaysagoyouvanishedandIthoughtyouweregoneforgood.

[INHALE]

... ... ...

[...WELL? ARE YOU JUST GOING TO STAND THERE?? NO RESPONSE?]

...

[huh.

give her a second to parse through that; she's not German enough for a massive, compound word!]

...Vanished? Darin, what are you talking about? We were in the middle of a conversation and you just started screaming bloody murder.

Wrong!

We were in the middle of a conversation, you started to glow when you drew Falchion, and then you vanished!

You ported out! It's been two days since then!

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