Fairy waltz

[Nephrite]

"How?" Moore asks. "Did you intend for this to be used on someone to that effect?" He asks. "There's... quite a bit that this can do, though..." A shake of his head. "It is risky, whatever is done with it."

[Anastasia]

"There is always risk in great ventures," The Adversary declares. "Such a Prophecy involves a great deal of risk to oppose it."

[Nephrite]

"I'd like to understand who you'd like me to use this on." Moore says. "I'm certain you have someone in mind?"

[Anastasia]

"A test subject first," The Adversary says, "A minor daemon of no importance."

[Nephrite]

"I see." Moore says with a nod. "All right. Since I understand now how you intend to use it... It could be used in a lot of other ways too, I think, other than trying to learn about loss... I honestly wonder what would happen if you used it on one of Shar's to make them forget their hopelessness, for example."

[Anastasia]

"You'd have to make them forget they're idiotic assholes, too," Sylvie speaks up here.

The Adversary merely ignores that in favor of, "There many avenues this may open."

[Nephrite]

"You are aware a lot of good can be done with this item, I'm sure?" Moore asks. "Not just 'it's good for you,' either."

[Anastasia]

Give me a Sense Motive check.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 110.

[Anastasia]

A rapier is in the Adversary's hand. It is made of what looks to be shiny steel, catching the light. Yet it looks faintly wet, damp. "You speak of every other weapon in Creation," The Adversary declares, holding the rapier before him, horizontal.

"Sure he does," Sylvie concurs. "But most people are fools, foolish or idiots. How often do we repeat the basics to them and they stumble like moronic children?"

Antenora's gaze travels to Sylvie as she speaks, expression neutral.

"You know what poison and hate are," The Adversary observes. "You know them very well."

"You learn that best when you grow to hate yourself," Sylvie admits, "Some of us even have the strength to grow past it." Her face has a smile now, one as sharp as Antenora's speartip. "Even if only a little."

"Celestia's standards have grown lax," Sammael slowly lowers his rapier, as it is gone in between blinks of an eye.

"That's the one thing I admire about Mount Celestia," Antenora interjects here. "They don't give up on anyone, even Sylvie. Unlikely as it is, she may one day reach the pinnacle. They don't throw those with hope away like yesterday's trash, Sammael."

[Nephrite]

"Even poison can be used against evil." Moore says with a small smile. "I don't pretend to understand your motives, motivations or goals - or whether you still work with Asmodeus in the shadows as an agent of his. If you would seek for me to find a way to use this against Shar, then I would appreciate you allowing me to do it in my own way." He says, as he clears his throat.

"My proposal is this: You let me take the harp and study it further and do tests with it. I will agree to use it to its fullest extent on a variety of subjects to see what it is capable of regarding the power of loss." He says. "I will provide you with full and complete reports on it to your satisfaction and agree to return the harp to your upon your request." He says. "I am certain you can find someone else to use the harp, but I doubt you'd find anyone willing to deal with you open and honestly." He says.

[Anastasia]

I'm going to call for a Diplo check here, you said something right.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 156.

[Anastasia]

"You vow not to use it against me," The Adversary notes back.

[Nephrite]

"I vow to not use it against you." Moore repeats. "Do we have an agreement?" He asks.

He'd say something about not having it used against him, but he's sure The Adversary already has something like that anyway...