"You're so insignificant."

"I never was one for formalities; never was a good student either." the vagabond replied with a shrug, relaxing his posture. "-And I am without a place to call home, so yes, I do suppose that takes care of the filthy bit… I’ll try to keep it memorized.”

Looking over the woman, Yasuo let out a brief sigh, taking a moment to scratch his chin.

"So you’re Sam’s sword then, huh? The one he talks to all the time?— I gotta say, I was worried about him for a while. It’s good to see he isn’t crazy, at least."

"...Hmph." The very way she stands implies that she knows of her capabilities, and has complete confidence in them. She gazes upon him as if he is merely a small piece of the Earth that she walks upon, as if she owns him simply by association. However, she does not stand for long, coming to rest in a horizontal position--three feet off of the ground, with nothing to support her.

"I heard you quite clearly, thank you very much. That sword that he carries is a piece of me--it is me. First things first, I demand an apology... Not for calling him crazy, but for even thinking that I am just another sword."

“The Muramasa? I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the name… I assume it’s yours?”

"Disrespectful and filthy... I can see why he considers you his friend. I am the sword of Rodrigues--know my name well, mortal."

       ”Excellent! Now, if you would only play the ghostbusters theme…”

"If you say something that stupid again, I'll possess you and drain you for all that you're worth."

       ”I'll buy you the most expensive sake I can find.”

"...Oh, fine. I'll do it. But it's not because I want to, I will have you know this."

"I asked about your design, though I must admit I wasn’t expecting you to be able to materialize yourself, your full of surprises. You aren’t like other blades I’ve come across. You have something different.”

"You have personality."

Efa explained as she began to pace slightly her hands folded against her chest in a crossed arm positioning.

“Are you angry that I know your name already?”

She would be lying, if she said that she did not enjoy hearing someone talk so highly of her. But then again, it's not everyday that someone can sense your true power, and even recognizes you as a fearsome entity... It pulls a smile from the spirit with little to no effort.

"Most blades do not have their own sense of self; I have been passed between many hands, and I have tasted the blood of many men. I have my own legacy, my own story... It's a shame, that most people only see the edge of the sword, and not its spine... And I would not call it anger. More... surprised, than angry."

Shoving her hand through her ebony strands the woman began chuckling at the woman before her. So this was how he became strong. No wonder. To wield anything with this sort of power was a feat in itself.

"I recognize those that deserve my recognition such as your master. I think I’ve met him once. Your very right he’s good at what he does. There’s no question especially when he has you at his side."

"Muramasa."

Efa murmured as she smiled more her singular sea green eye glowed briefly as she locked with the crimson orbs of the spirit.

She already knows her name...

That unblinking eye seems to burn holes through the opposite party, at the spirit mulls over her choices. She could simply leave at this point; disobey the laws of the afterlife and move herself between plains at her whim. Or, she could dispose of them... But is that really appropriate, when there's so much potential amusement?

"I wouldn't be surprised if you did meet him. He gets around... And seems to enrage anyone that he meets, much to my mild disappointment. But none-the-less, there is something I need to know..."

"How do you know my name?"

"Now that’s one way of saying hello now isn’t it. I was just admiring you could say you remind me of someone."

"...Mm. I've been alive for longer than you can wrap your mind around, but in all those years, I've never seen you or felt your level of power--which actually feels quite familiar, now that I think of it.... Similar to his wife's, but not quite as concentrated..."

{ 再生 }— “Your domain? My name matters little…”

"How rude of you... And to a lady. Horrid, horrid boy. Yes, my domain. Are you hard of hearing?"

[/is currently dropping rubber duckies all over the house]

"Viva la revolucion!"

"Put some within your father's slippers."