Palamedes glances up and over at Shen Yuan, brow furrowed in semi-concentration, and waves a hand at him. He says, "Wait a minute; throw some paint around, or something. Find a smock."
And then turns his attention back to the sword. He's absolutely never tried to push his psychometry into the realm of projecting whole sentences, mentally, so Shen Yuan at least gets to hear one half of this conversation, as he continues to speak out loud.
"I'm a necromancer," hm, "Lady... Xiu Ya? Is that what you'd like to be called?" He knows nothing about swords other than sometimes people call them things, but like, things that mean 'big smashy,' usually. If 'Xiu Ya' means 'big smashy' and not a name, that's probably not ideal. Anyway, "I'm pretty good at handling spirits, when they're up for it. Can I..."
He glances at Shen Yuan again, like hm, shortcomings, this poor dude and his lack of smock and also any amount of chill. Ahem, sword, "Can I help you with anything?"
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And then turns his attention back to the sword. He's absolutely never tried to push his psychometry into the realm of projecting whole sentences, mentally, so Shen Yuan at least gets to hear one half of this conversation, as he continues to speak out loud.
"I'm a necromancer," hm, "Lady... Xiu Ya? Is that what you'd like to be called?" He knows nothing about swords other than sometimes people call them things, but like, things that mean 'big smashy,' usually. If 'Xiu Ya' means 'big smashy' and not a name, that's probably not ideal. Anyway, "I'm pretty good at handling spirits, when they're up for it. Can I..."
He glances at Shen Yuan again, like hm, shortcomings, this poor dude and his lack of smock and also any amount of chill. Ahem, sword, "Can I help you with anything?"