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“That’s nothing.”
You would think saying the same thing over and over about the same thing would be tiring or frustrating. Seam wasn’t that kind of person. In fact, he took amusement in the frustration of the human trying to sell him something he doesn’t want.
Specifically, the Lightner was trying to sell him a rusty scythe. Well, rusty would be an understatement. The blade was so flimsy looking and chipped on certain parts of the edges. And that handle had seen better days. The paint was just as chipped as the blade was, and every other part of it was faded. The scythe was neglected beyond belief. Truly, a true piece of junk not even he would want to pick up.
But still, the human thrusted the weapon to him, as if insisting he take it.
“That’s nothing.”
“Look here, punk! We don’t want it! Just take it!” The bruiser of the team growled out. “At this point, we’ll just give it away for free!”
Again, the human offered the scythe to him.
“...That’s nothing.”
The bruiser groaned and threw her head back in frustration. Seam grinned in his amusement. It was like a silly little game to him. Who would give in first?
But the young prince spoke up with his slightly meek voice.
“Um...Well, when we fought Jevil, he told us to take him and do our strongest, but when we left the cell, the scythe turned old and frail. Susie tried using it, but the blade chipped a bit, and we got worried. We don’t wanna hurt him...”
Him? Jevil? No, it couldn’t be. This was a far cry from the Devilsknife Jevil boasted.
“So please...Please, take him,” the young prince pleaded.
The human once again offered the scythe, but rather than forcefully again, it was like gently suggesting he take it.
Guess he lost this little game the three heroes didn't know they were playing.
"Oh, alright, then. You've convinced me."
Not like his choice mattered in the end. The Lightners were determined. They would've kept pushing the matter until he got bored of playing with them.
With a heavy sigh, he took the weapon from the human's hands. It felt so light in his grasp, and it felt just as flimsy. There was just no way this was the Devilsknife like they claimed it was. He had wielded the scythe before. There was a certain weight to it that made swinging it feel just right. This just wasn't the same weapon his old friend could become.
Seam would feel ripped off if he didn't get it for free.
The Lightners left, feeling satisfied with a successful mission in their eyes. Seam set the weapon to the side. He would deal with it later. If nothing else, he can attempt to restore it and make a decent buck from it. After all, he got it for free...
But what if it really was the Devilsknife?
Shaking his head, Seam took hold of the scythe in his paws. Only one way to find out.
"Ah, hey there, friend! Need a tutorial?"
Seam looked over to his neighbors: a few Jigsawries who sell tutorials for a living. At first he was annoyed with the constant badgering, but now he didn't mind. It's not like his reactions mattered in the end. Every day, he would be greeted by the same Jigsawry asking if he needed a tutorial.
"That's quite alright, my friend. I've been doing this far longer than you have been alive."
With a couple of deep breaths, the plush cat took a few more paces away from his humble "Seap". The kind of magic he was about to perform would be a bit chaotic if the jester in the scythe put up any resistance. And if this truly was the Devilsknife, then his old companion would wake up and go against the counter spell with a hearty laugh.
With one more deep breath, Seam channeled magic from his paws into the weapon. He let go and let the scythe levitate in place. His marble eye glowed as orange as his mouth did as he began his spell.
"Metamorphosis!"
The weapon spun around and rose up higher in the air. Light crackled around the weapon, making snapping sounds like popcorn. Once the scythe reached its top speed rotating, it flew up high and out of sight.
"Hey, uh, was that supposed to happen?" The Jigsawry asked.
"Yes...And that is what worries me…"
"I don't get it. If it's supposed to happen, what's so bad about it?"
"Not bad, my friend. Just worrisome."
"Why?"
Seam didn't respond. A body gently floated down in place of the weapon. A strangely silent body. The old mage held his arms out and held the quiet body.
"Oh...Oh Jevil...What have they done to you…?!"
The old Court Jester was in horrible condition. His clothes were torn to shreds and barely hanging onto his body. Almost every part of his body was filthy with moss and old dried blood. His skin was covered in scratch scars, old and new. And he looks beyond dehydrated and malnourished. It's no wonder the Devilsknife felt so frail.
Seam could still hear the jester breathing, which brought a little relief.
"H-Hey I don't mean to pry, but--"
"Then don't."
The Jigsawry looked shocked. Seam had never used that harsh tone with any of them before.
From the cat's arms, the poor creature rose. He was hovering in the air, body limp.
Taking another deep breath, Seam's marble eye glowed once again. He stepped back, and a green needle and thread was summoned in front of him.
"Mend."
The magic needle thrusted through the imp's body, going continuously in and out. It kept going until his whole body was surrounded by the green thread. The magic needle returned to the plush cat. He took it in paw and gave it a hard tug, tightening the green thread.
He took out a dagger shaped like a seam ripper and cut the thread.
The green thread emitted a soothing green glow and sunk into the imp's skin. The scars healed, leaving faded marks behind. Bones cracked and groaned as they were forced back into the correct position.
The glow faded, and Seam rushed to catch the small Darkner before the spell completely faded and left him to fall.
The cat inspected his handiwork. He CHECKed Jevil's HP.
Well, his HP was full now, but his body needed so much more healing than any magic could provide.
But for now, the little imp was breathing much easier than before. A good sign that all of the physical injuries have been healed.
"Um...Is the little fella gonna be ok?"
Seam looked at the Jigsawry. He was tempted to snap at him about prying, but he suddenly didn't have the energy.
"...Perhaps…Or perhaps not."