Post by Kaija on Aug 26, 2022 17:18:14 GMT
The term “Arcanum Imporium” brought a great-many things to mind.
A gun shop certainly wasn’t one of them. And, ironically, it didn’t bring her any more into her element. Kore was comfortable fighting at long range, sure, but she’d spent as little time familiarizing herself with firearms as she had reading magic tomes.
At the very least, she had a built-in lie detector to keep her from getting swindled.
The shopkeeper looked like an eccentric at first glance. Her soul spoke of a checkered past but there was nothing unusual or overly alarming about that. Just another reason to ask all the relevant questions, really. Today, the Antichrist was here only as a customer.
She glanced over at Alice, watching to see if her words got any reaction out of her. Not out of suspicion of involvement but, if she showed some signs of familiarity with the subject at hand, then maybe she’d have something in here that the hunter could use to, well… properly hunt a ghost.
Alice wasn’t wrong.
Kore greatly preferred rely on on her own natural gifts in battle. Especially when her only reliable options were a set of weapons and artifacts that were cursed beyond imagination that could backfire, unexpectedly. But so far, when it came to hunting ghosts, her abilities were only good for tracking them down and keeping herself alive. Not so much for actually terminating them.
There were, undoubtedly, powers locked away within her infernal genome that could exercise spirits. But the devil had no more control over the pace or direction of her own evolution than she did at the day of her birth. It simply wasn’t something that she could rely on to face Sugar Skull.
What she might’ve become in the distant future was irrelevant if she simply lacked the means to overcome the threats that she faced today.
A gun shop certainly wasn’t one of them. And, ironically, it didn’t bring her any more into her element. Kore was comfortable fighting at long range, sure, but she’d spent as little time familiarizing herself with firearms as she had reading magic tomes.
At the very least, she had a built-in lie detector to keep her from getting swindled.
The shopkeeper looked like an eccentric at first glance. Her soul spoke of a checkered past but there was nothing unusual or overly alarming about that. Just another reason to ask all the relevant questions, really. Today, the Antichrist was here only as a customer.
"Normally you’d be right, but I’ve been running into more difficult prey recently. I’d like to say 'ghosts' but the word doesn’t seem adequate for these things. Ethereal beings that can’t be harmed by conventional means.”
She glanced over at Alice, watching to see if her words got any reaction out of her. Not out of suspicion of involvement but, if she showed some signs of familiarity with the subject at hand, then maybe she’d have something in here that the hunter could use to, well… properly hunt a ghost.
"So far, luck’s been on my side. I’ve been able to get by through a combination of using the enemy’s weapons against them, relying on others,” that being her familiar and her assistant, "And I suppose my own resourcefulness and creativity. But I don’t like relying on others nor chance if I can help it. And, given what I’ve heard about you, I figured you could help with that for the right price.”
Alice wasn’t wrong.
Kore greatly preferred rely on on her own natural gifts in battle. Especially when her only reliable options were a set of weapons and artifacts that were cursed beyond imagination that could backfire, unexpectedly. But so far, when it came to hunting ghosts, her abilities were only good for tracking them down and keeping herself alive. Not so much for actually terminating them.
There were, undoubtedly, powers locked away within her infernal genome that could exercise spirits. But the devil had no more control over the pace or direction of her own evolution than she did at the day of her birth. It simply wasn’t something that she could rely on to face Sugar Skull.
What she might’ve become in the distant future was irrelevant if she simply lacked the means to overcome the threats that she faced today.
"I’d like a blade, if possible. Daggers are my favorite. Never laid a finger on a gun before,” at least not with any intent of actually using it, herself, "That sound like something you can help me with?”