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“ you felt it; not your magic sword… ? ” so it’s not just her sword that has uncommon talents. he shouldn’t be surprised: he guesses people with no extrasensory abilities don’t usually find themselves in the possession of magical weapons. “ do you feel anything different about this place? ” he doesn’t. and he usually feels something; if there were in fact ghosts or other entities to worry about… but not always. nothing could be that simple all the time, of course.
“ we’re not looking for a squirrel, but I’m just saying– if that’s all we find? sorry. ” finding a mundane explanation for a supposed ‘haunting’ was always a bit of a let down to him, and probably would be for her, too. but it happens. the chatter was preventing them from finding a squirrel or anything else, though, so he finally heads toward the door, lightly motioning for her to follow with a hand. “ – but I wouldn’t call it hunting? ” lots of people do, so he doesn’t blame her: it’s a common turn of phrase. one he avoids, though. “ ‘makes it sound like we’re trying to kill somebody, and whatever we find in there is probably already dead. ” more importantly, though; “ and I’m not trying to hurt them– if we don’t have to… ”
If he really wants to know she doesn't feel anything abnormal, which shouldn't be taken into consideration because it's not a superpower she has. Although it may seem, Maya is an ordinary human being------well, maybe not that ordinary, but there are many things beyond her touch. She is, indeed, a powerful woman, a master of her family's sword style, as well as a keen connoisseur of ancient rituals and traditions, and her perception of the world is definitely sharper than that of a common person thanks to her mastery of chi ( allowing the woman to feel sudden changes in the air, or the presence of someone really powerful, for example ) , but there's a limit for those who are not born with great supernatural powers. She’s a skilled swordsman, perhaps the greatest of all, but all she knows and can do has been gained through hard work and has its limitations. It didn't come naturally, she didn't come into the world under the touch of the gods.
“ ... Sounds fair, ” she retorts about his last comment, shaking her head negatively when asked if she’s able to feel something. She silently follows him toward the door as her eyes scan the room ; a habit that has become natural over the years. Maya is determined to be helpful and assist him in what he needs to do, she raises her arm and pale fingers quietly slide down over the sheath of the sword attached to her back------Reiki, after all, it’s a magic ceremonial sword, imbued with special powers to attain things that do not necessarily belong to the living world. Reiki ( the sword ) almost screams inside her head, claiming to be used.
“ Go ahead, I cover you. ”
