A deal is a deal (Barker)

[Blake Oleander]

Blake was at the edge of his territory waiting for Barker to show up as he had promised.  Virgil sitting on his shoulder seemingly lost in thought. 

[Sean Barker]

And Barker could be seen walking towards Blake in the distance, fanning his shirt to try and get air flow and cool off. His shitty tattered umbrella held over him to protect from the sun and keep his complexion. He'd squint with pursed lips scrunchign his face looking through the bright day at Blake, waving as he approached before drinking from his canteen.

"Ta-daaa!"

He'd say as he arrived.

[Blake Oleander]

"Ta-daa?"

[Sean Barker]

"Uh, I'm here. Like I said... Nevermind, it's a pre war phrase that was supposed to signal the end of a magic trick."

[Blake Oleander]

"I see..."

He was now wary of Barker trying to pull a trick on him!

[Sean Barker]

Barker would scratch the back of his head as the sweat began to bead.

"So let's get this thing done. Do you have the object you wish to bestow the power to?"

[Blake Oleander]

Blake nodded and reached behind him to take an ornate dagger and it's sheathed out to hand to Barker. It was well made and decorated. Obviously, something meant for a ceremony and not combat.

[Sean Barker]

Barker would check out the Dagger, it was a finely crafted show piece and would do well for ceremony.

"Yes, very good. I was afraid you might use a stick."

Barker would hand it back before making his next request.

"I do need to find the energy, so if you want to escort me or show me around, it's up to you."

[Blake Oleander]

"I will escort you."

He'd say before turning to Virgil.

"Virgil, will you be so kind as to point me in the direction of the power source Sean Barker will need to use to imbue the power into this dagger."

[Sean Barker]

Virgil would chuckle and bow exaggeratedly as he flouted in a general direction. Barker would watch Virgil as he had before.

"Very amusing, you just ask and recieve. How did you come across, this... Virgil Qi Sprite."

[Blake Oleander]

"A technique of our people that we give our leaders. It is born from us, however."


Him and his fractured, tainted soul.

[Sean Barker]

"Interesting. Useful no doubt."

It wouldn't be long before they were near the blast crater that was once the previous elder. Virgil would stop and point to a very small flower at the edge of the well walked road path near a destroyed building.

"Huh."

Barker would comment walking over to look at it.

"Not what I was expecting."

[Blake Oleander]

"What?"

[Sean Barker]

Barker would kneel down and inspect the tiny flower.

"Well with a power like you described and I suspected. I figured an anomolous bush, or miscolored tree, maybe even some mutated frog or something. This is just a small white flower. Could be mistaken for a weed and plucked. Surprised is all."

Barker would hold out a hand for the dagger.

"This could be dangerous, so if I tell you to, woul you be so kind as to cut off the hand touching the flower?"

[Blake Oleander]

He'd hand over the dagger while staring at the flower trying to think if he'd seen flowers like it before in the territory.

"Without hesitation."

He'd affirm, coldly unsheathing his sword.