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Calliope [207] Muse of Epic Poetry: "This poem would be better with aliens."
Olivia Azuel-Marina [150]
Florissa D. Blackenshield [108] A voluptuous and fiery (literally) arms dealer.
Alekzander Caine [74] "Curses? What do you know of curses child?"
Edward Racket [68] Fox Demon/Wall Street Villain/Alien/All-Purpose Minion: "Blame the voices in my head, not me."
"Jig" Blackenshield [54] Cruel and Unusual
Fagin Sochet Cagliostro [48] "I am a thistle sifter, a soul collector, a flawless lover and a terrible husband. Let's get rowdy, shall we?"
Joseph Jackals Juniro [30] Depressed poet extraordinaire.
Alexandra [17] Angel: "I am God."
Re-L Mayer [1] ''I am not accepted, never will be. For what I am is unthinkable to the people here or everywhere for that matter.''
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So it's unclear, in other words. "Well, better to be safe than sorry. I'll make preparations for the event of an assassin. Come to think of it, have you been trained in the art of self-defense?"
"Oh, great! I can teach you! If you don't mind." But the feverish look in her eye indicated that Calliope was set on teaching Olivia, even if she did mind.
"Well, all right," Olivia said, running her fingers opposite the scales on her neck, like she did when she was unsure.
Calliope leaned on the bar with her elbow, and rested her chin in her hand. "What sort of weapon would you like? I'm best with a sword. I also know a little about axes, throwing stars, daggers, guns...if you have any magic powers, I might be able to guide you through some of that. I've found that magic isn't too different from poetry."
"One moment," said Calliope, who went to the door behind the bar. She came out a moment later with two swords in her hand, which she set down on the bar. She went back into the other room (her bedroom) and later came out with another two swords, which she placed to the other two swords. The first sword looked like it was made of glass, completely see-through, with a faint green-blue tinge. The second sword was light and dainty, a fencer's sword, with a golden lion inscribed on the hilt. The third sword was much bigger and heavier, the sort of sword that made people think the wielder was compensating for something. The last sword was completely ordinary-looking. Calliope gestured at the swords on the bar. "These are just a few of the swords from my private collection. We can go to the market later, if you want a sword that is more to your taste. But for now, you can take one of these. Consider it a gift."
Calliope nodded. She began to put the swords away, but hesitated at the sword with the golden lion. She put that sword under her bar, thinking that it might come in handy sooner or later. "Actually, I might keep this one. I quite like it. Yes, we can go to the market later, and we can get you a sword, and I can train you. You will find yourself in need of swords training eventually, as a princess."
Someone else might have asked if they were being too pushy about the sword training, but it was not in the nature of Calliope to consider that she might be pushy. Especially not about swords or assassins. "Is there anything else I can do to help?"
Calliope might have been obtuse in general, but even she perceived that Olivia had her mind made up to be as independent as possible. She probably wouldn't ask for further help. Even if she needed it, thought Calliope to herself. "That's good, I'm glad," she said, smiling.
She nodded, as princess-like as possible, and sat at a table, rubbing her temples with two fingeres.
Calliope went back to cleaning her glasses. After a while, a mailman wearing a baseball cap came into the bar. Calliope recognized him as the mailman that had been delivering to her a lot lately. She took the envelope from him - it was from the Bureau. Inwardly, she let out a long, exaggerated sigh. The mailman nodded and left, although he spent a long moment looking at Olivia.