Maybe you can interview Smithy?
Although, having said that …. "I don't suppose we would be able to interview Smithy?" Red and Green both look apprehensive, but Pink pouts indignantly.
"You just said we were interesting, but now you want to go somewhere else?" Green shakes his head at her outburst.
"They want to interview Smithy, Pink. They wish to observe his brilliance first-hand, no doubt – and if we are interesting, how much more so must be the one who made us?" Pink considers the argument for a moment, then allows herself to be mollified. Red, however, looks toward the castle before shaking his head.
"We can't make that decision. If you want to try, you should talk to Exor." You look toward the castle – and the sword rising among the towers. The sword must be Exor, then. You nod and look at the Axem Rangers.
"I see. Thank you for speaking with us." You stand and bow, and although the Rangers don't react, Hatate follows when you leave the room.
"So we're going to try talking to a giant sword. That's gotta be a new one." You snort at Hatate and shake your head as you float up the staircase to exit the ship.
"I suppose its size is rather impressive, but are you telling me you've never met a weapon tsukumogami?" She shakes her head.
"It's not the same thing, Aya – not if the Rangers were telling the truth." You chuckle.
"Ah, semantics. Arguing that two things that are almost the same thing are completely different, right?" She scowls at you as you fly off toward the castle and the gigantic sword. It's impossible to tell its proportions, and you take a picture before landing on the tower closest to it. Close up, you can see the impression of a closed mouth where the blade meets the hilt, and the crossguard seems to be claws. The pommel is carved in the shape of a small horned head as well, with blazing eyes. And then one great eye, wider than one of your wings, slowly opens, examining you. You tilt your head, and the right eye opens fully, followed by the left. Exor's mouth works for a moment, then opens.
"Are you supplicants?" Exor's voice is deep and gravelly, but not ponderous. You frown and look at Hatate; still flying, she shrugs, and you turn back to Exor.
"No, we're reporters. We'd like to interview Smithy." Exor doesn't react to your announcement for a long moment, and you wonder if he's communicating with someone else.
"If you wish to abase yourselves before Smithy, bring to him one of this world's six Wishing Stars." You frown, and Exor's eyes narrow. Something below you rumbles, a great solid mass churning motionlessly, and after a few seconds the sound increases, and the tower begins trembling. Exor doesn't shake at all, though, despite the fact that he should be vibrating madly – and as his mouth begins chewing, the air around you begins vibrating. You take a step back, and something smashes open behind you.
"Ah! Ha, ha … hold …." You spin as Exor's attack fades, and you see a red-armored figure leaning against the parapet, wheezing almost as badly as Patchouli does during a bad attack. He waves toward you or Exor. "Just … hold on …." Hatate gives you a bewildered look. You shrug in response; what else can you do? The newcomer regains his composure quickly, however, and glares at you from underneath his great helmet and through the great bushy hedge of white hair that is probably something similar to a beard. "Ahem! You must be the cowardly ruffians who simply watched your fellows below waste their strength attacking this fortress. And now I find you trying to sneak your way past all our defenses!" He yanks his great sword out of its scabbard and points it toward you. Whether he's one of Smithy's creations or simply a lieutenant, you don't think he'd be using an odachi as long as you are tall without being skilled in its use. "Have you any final words, coward?" You smile tightly.
"Not right now, but when it comes my time to die, I'll try to think of something. We aren't here to attack you, we're just reporters trying to interview Smithy." The swordsman holds himself motionless for a moment, then shakes with fury.
"An interview? With Smithy? Ha! As if he would ever degrade himself by explaining things to you fodder – much less actually stop his great work! Even were you to bring those 'Star Pieces' that are supposed to be oh-so-important, I doubt you would make it to the Director, much less Smithy!" His sword whips around and he sheathes it fluidly. "Go and run, little chicken-girl! Don't come clucking around here again!" He storms forward, walking past you, and as he stands before Exor his demeanor softens. "I am sorry for not stopping them sooner, old friend. You can go back to sleep, until Yaridovich or those Axem Rangers find and retrieve a Star Piece." Exor's large eyes slowly close, and the swordsman's shoulders relax fractionally.
What do you do?
[ ] Leave.
- Where?
- [ ] After tossing the swordsman off the tower.
[ ] Other?