[ Chihiro hears someone talking, but as she pauses, clutching her backpack close, she doesn't see anyone at first. Nor on second glance. It's about the third time she's looking around herself that she takes a half step to the side and feels something (clothing) brush against her ankle, startled into looking down at a pile of bundled clothing and a sword.
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She's starting to have Suspicions that every sword may actually be a tsukumogami. Or enchanted. Or just special, even if they're not talking on a given day. ]
That's you talking, isn't it... sir?
[ She asks, voice hiking toward the end as she crouches down to look at the sword. This is normal. Everyone walking by, hurrying into their own business, probably even expects children to just stop and talk to strange objects. (What's next? they might say. Talking to the spoons?) ]
I'd be happy to help bring you to your master. Um... what's their address?
Phase III
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She's starting to have Suspicions that every sword may actually be a tsukumogami. Or enchanted. Or just special, even if they're not talking on a given day. ]
That's you talking, isn't it... sir?
[ She asks, voice hiking toward the end as she crouches down to look at the sword. This is normal. Everyone walking by, hurrying into their own business, probably even expects children to just stop and talk to strange objects. (What's next? they might say. Talking to the spoons?) ]
I'd be happy to help bring you to your master. Um... what's their address?