-To the running girl-
The name is Ozzy, and you are currently in a crossroads like dimension so this place may look weird to you. But there is a house, you see where I’m pointing at? There is house there and a couple bunch of weirdos too.
Now if you excuse me I’ve got some business...sess to attend to....... -even I don’t know what I’m talking about, I hope she can’t read my mind-
“ There is never true good and evil. There is only lameness and baddassery.”- me....... derp.-Mura.-
-Did you misplace one of your swords?-
-There's one lying on the ground near you...-
-....Well, "lying" as in "embedded in the ground in its sheath"-
-The front door bursts open, and a figure in a tattered, ragged cloak stumbles inside before falling to its knees, breathing heavily....-
edited 18th Jun '18 8:10:00 PM by MacDuffy
-Outwardly, the sword's appearance is nothing flashy: a simple katana, of peerless craftsmanship-
-Mura, however, can sense the intense, massive torrents of energy radiating from the sword. Dark as pitch, and reeking of bloodshed and destruction.-
-The name is hazy and unclear to her, but she can feel its history, the hands of who have wielded it-
-This is a demon's sword.-
-The cloaked figure looks up at Ramona on her approach-
-On closer inspection, one of the figure's sleeves hangs loosely at its side, yet is still shaped like it contains an arm...-
-She has little time to stare, however, as the figure is up on its feet in an instant, and reaches out, grasping her neck with fingers wet with blood, and lifting her up and pinning her to the wall-
-It commands, in a raspy voice-
Do not make a sound.
edited 18th Jun '18 8:41:02 PM by MacDuffy
-As the sword is drawn from its sheath, the energy surges forth like a flood breaking through a dam, assaulting her magical senses.-
-As she holds the blade aloft, the air around it seems to split and flow around its edge, as though it were being cut-
-The figure stares her down through the shadows of his hood for a moment, before falling to one knee and making retching noises, spitting up blood onto the floor. His grip on Ramona's neck, however, remains no less tight-
-He looks back up at her, his fingers twitching around her throat-
...I need-....Somewhere. Secure, and quiet....Take me to such a place, and you will yet live.
edited 18th Jun '18 8:58:45 PM by MacDuffy
...Tch. I suppose.
(Caster looks like a babysitter bored out of his mind r/n)
...
(with a sigh, Mura glances down at the sheathed sword and revs up her Clairvoyance again)
(looking for stuff like a name - whether of the sword itself, its maker, or a past wielder)
(or of the possibility that leaving it alone in her smithy for too long could result in Wrecked Shit)

Well, I'm an old man. I don't really have time to go shoot for the stars or anything. I just focus on the smaller things nowadays.