About the hunter swapping places with their weapons… weapon Pyrra should have the running gag of being damaged/destroyed
Ooookay, I'm going back to the simpler format. I need the calmer approach. Also, the Hunters/Weapons au is a far more relaxed one.
It had been a normal Saturday so far.
Magnhild and Storm were training their fighting style to a new sonnet Magnhild composed the previous night, Crescent was nowhere to be seen (probably hunting down Grimm to relax herself), Crocea and Shroud went out with Myrte for a movie and 'teach her to relax', while Ember spare time to cook a dinner, humming a tune to herself.
Then MilĂł entered, groaning half frustrated, and half on the verge of tearing up.
Ember, looking back from stirring her chile with meat: "Something's up girl?"
MilĂł: "It's just-- Agh! Just--"
Ember: "Go on, you can use full sentences."
MilĂł: "I think I'm cursed."
Ember, lowering the flame and leaving the pot to sit with her friend: "Cursed? How?"
She pulled up the pieces of Pyrrha, stuck in glaive mode, but snapped in half, with the wiring that acts as string in bow mode hanging from one of the halves, and at least one spring showing from the other.
Ember: "Damn, girl! Where you using it to smash the pavement?"
MilĂł: "This is the fourth time this week alone."
MilĂł: "Yeah. No matter how careful I am, something happens that makes Pyrrha break into pieces. Today it was simple target practice; I threw it at the target as a glaive, and it transformed mid-air into a bow."
MilĂł: "It did hit dead center." she shrugged "It's still me."
Ember: "Humble as always."
MilĂł: "But the impact in bow form made it snap open, like a spring trap!"
Ember: "And this is the fourth?"
MilĂł: "First time it was just the string. No big deal, re-string with a sturdier wire."
MilĂł: "Mechashifting gear got jammed. Replaced it with a new Atlesian model."
Ember: "And the hat trick was..."
MilĂł: "Fire Dust explosion." sigh "While aiming as a bow."
MilĂł: "Yeah." cracking her neck "I replaced the Dust chamber with an sturdier one from Valean steel."
Ember picked up one half of Pyrrha, inspecting the snapped piece and the loose spring. She lightly tapped the exposed spring with a fingernail, and it jumped off, flying right into the trashcan.
MilĂł: "It has to be a sign."
MilĂł: "I'm trying to figure it out. But this kind of insistence has to be a divine message."
Ember: "Yeah." she shrugged "The message being 'tighten your screws'."
MilĂł groaned again, throwing her head back while Ember set the broken half Pyrrha on the table again. She leaned over, resting on an elbow.
Ember: "Have you considered... making a new one?"
MilĂł recoiled like she'd been slapped.
Ember: "Just a suggestion."
MilĂł: "Pyrrha is an heirloom."
Ember: "Pyrrha is currently two heirlooms."
MilĂł: "She has history."
Ember: "She also has her insides on the outside."
MilĂł crossed her arms, looking away while slightly pouting.
MilĂł: "I repaired her every time."
Ember: "You replaced the string."
Ember: "You replaced the mechashifting gear."
Ember: "You replaced the Dust chamber."
Ember pointed at the snapped shaft.
Ember: "And now you're about to replace the shaft."
MilĂł: "That's just maintenance."
Ember: "At this point the only original part left might be the name."
MilĂł opened her mouth, then paused, closing it and putting her hand on her chin, thinking. She was only pulled from her thoughts when Ember opened a pair of soda cans, offering one to MilĂł.
She sighed again, taking a sip of the soda.
MilĂł: "You don't understand."
MilĂł: "Weapons carry meaning."
Ember, looking back at where Yang was resting against the wall: "They do."
MilĂł: "Pyrrha represents discipline. Faith. Devotion."
Ember: "And catastrophic mechanical failure."
Ember, snickering: "Sorry."
MilĂł: "If I replace her" running a thumb along the broken metal "It won't be the same."
Ember thought about that for a moment as MilĂł gently picked up one of the halves of Pyrrha.
MilĂł: "This weapon has been with me since I began training."
Ember: "And since then you've replaced half of it."
MilĂł: "That doesn't make it a different weapon."
Ember: "When the string snapped the first time.. was it still Pyrrha?"
Ember: "When you replaced the mechashifting gear."
Ember: "When the Dust chamber exploded and you rebuilt it."
Ember: "If you replace this part too." gesturing at the broken shaft.
MilĂł, hesitanting: "...still Pyrrha."
Ember, spreading her hands, smiling a little: "So it's not the parts."
MilĂł looked down at the weapon.
MilĂł, setting the pieces down: "...no."
Ember: "Then what makes it Pyrrha?"
MilĂł thought about it for a moment.
Ember: "Which you carry."
Ember: "Which you give it."
MilĂł looked up, as Ember sipped from her soda calmly.
Ember: "Pyrrha is the weapon you fight with."
MilĂł slowly glanced down at the two broken halves.
MilĂł: "You really think I should--"
Ember: "Build a new one. Yes."
MilĂł: "That sounds so wrong."
MilĂł: "You say it so simply."
Ember: "There's no reason it can't be simple."
MilĂł sat quietly for a moment, stirring her soda can a bit. Out of nowhere, another screw fell off from Pyrrha. MilĂł and Ember watched it roll a bit, then fall off the table.
MilĂł: "I could improve the bow stabilization."
MilĂł: "And maybe rethink the mechashifting."
MilĂł: "Yeah, I need the glaive's pole to be sturdy, but the bow's arc to be flexible. It can't be the same piece for both."
Ember: "Starts to sound like you have a clearer vision for your girl there."
MilĂł, looking at the pieces one more time: "But it will still be Pyrrha."
MilĂł: "Because it's my weapon."
Ember: "Now you're getting it."
MilĂł: "Can we eat first before I start rebuilding my destiny?"
Content, Ember got up and lightened up the pot again, stirring the chile.
Ember: "Here, try a spoon and tell me how we're doing with the flavor."
MilĂł, taking the spoon: "You sure? I'm not much of a chef."
Ember: "You're the one having a spiritual crisis. This will ground you."
MilĂł blew on the spoon once, then took it. There was a pause, then she stiffened as her eyes widened.
She grabbed the soda can and chugged half of it in one go.
MilĂł: "What did you put in there? Fire Dust?!"
Ember calmly took the spoon back and tasted it herself.
Ember: "Eh, could use some lemon."
MilĂł: "I think I saw my ancestors."
Ember: "What'd they say?"
MilĂł gripped the table, sweating bullets.
MilĂł: "They said 'stop eating Ember's chile'."