16th century hay? Why the heck would that be in your hair?
Still. You look well! Its been a hot minute since I've seen you around. I was beginning to worry you'd gone on an adventure too much!
Oh!
[ Quickly, Helene puts the relic away. ]
Quite busy. Here and there and everywhere really, I'm still picking pieces of 16th century hay out of my bloody hair!
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they're given โ keeping it, placing it in a museum, handing it down... I'm not at liberty to pass judgement on their own property.
Unless they use it for unsavory purposes, that is. Then, it goes right back in my shop."
Until she can ask its originator, that is.
The second the weapon is removed from play, she relaxes โ shoulders sinking down with a sigh through her nose.
Many times has Helene been asked a question like this โ BC to AD, yet for once she holds herself at an impasse.
Merlin pleads for a halfโtruth, and a halfโtruth
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Something's off, and he can't shake the feeling โ but Nazis have never been the type for sharing, let alone responding to threats with peace offerings. So at least that takes her off the list.
โ...Fine, you don't sound like a kraut, but don't try anything.โ He mutters ยป
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is (more or less) given.
"Helene Gascoigne. I recover artefacts from... well. Everywhere. Tombs, ancient Vatican hollows, Arthurian Mausoleums, caves and mountain hovels โ I find the descendents of the artefact and place it in their hands.
What they do with what
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Yeah, let's... Tuck that one away in case of emergencies. Probably best to leave it if we can help it.
I haven't personally seen the fallout of shattering Excalibur, but I can't imagine it's terribly pretty.
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unconvinced, well..."
An unlikely scenario, but this man seemed volatile.
"You can have it โ and its twin. You may leave thoroughly unharmed and go right back home."
Her eyes soften.
"What do you say, friend?"
"There'll be no discussion on the subject. I know what this is, and what it leads to. I assume you're eager to know, also, what it leads to."
Her thumb brushes over the stone slow, and it shimmers a pale red. A nearโexact copy of the Philosopher's Stone, forged at the exact
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The hammer clicks back with a snap of his thumb, and his finger on the trigger tenses, just enough to show he means it.
โThe homeland, huh? You may not sink your teeth into those wubbies the same, but I knew my gut was right about you.โ He levels the weapon. โI wonโt ยป
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same time, yet likely used for something else entirely.
"I..."
Her right hand lifts, free, and she holds it up in surrender.
"Will offer you an accord. Come with me, listen to me talk and see the purpose for which this is used โ and if you remain thoroughly
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