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[agnominal]

I would like that.

[ A faint tick showed in the corner of his mouth -- look who's had practice letting his emotions rise to the surface -- as he turns to more fully observe her. The temperature, the treatment of the pan beforehand. ]

Do you know what they are? Those swords.

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[Connie flashes him a quick grin in reply before pouring out a spoonful of batter into her pan. The first pancake is always a throw-away, in a sense. See if the pan's hot enough, if there's enough or too much butter to get each side uniformly golden. Tapping a finger along the pan's handle she silently counts the seconds until small bubbles coat the top side of the pancake, a thin line of darkening tan hinting to the bottom side. With a flick of her wrist she flips the pancake over, counting again as the other side cooks to completion.]

My guess is that they're alien made, but I've never seen them before. Tucker said something about being the 'Chosen One' but didn't go into detail about what that actually meant. I'm curious about them, though.

[Care to share a little, Locus?]

[agnominal]

[ He halts long enough to watch her progress. What she's waiting for isn't exactly clear, but he's trying to pick up what he can regardless, counting out the time in his head.

That should be sufficient to go on. ]

They are alien in make, yes. Weapons as well as keys, meant to wielded by a 'true warrior'. It seems that on planets of significance to them, one key would be stored that could activate certain temples and trials. The key would be bound to the one who wielded it...until that person's death. Then, the next to hold the sword would be its champion.