Zenovius woke up, back in bed. He quickly sat up and looked at where his clothes were, everything seemed to be in order. He sighed and got up, getting dressed. Looking his coat over, he was a little shocked to find all his weapons missing, but before he could fully inspect the situation, a horde of mangled blood-soaked arms burst forth from the coat, startling Zenovius, causing him to fling the coat across the room and recoil, tripping over his bed then quickly transitioning his blunder into a somersault, landing on the opposite side of the bed. The coat was a pile of gory butchered arms protruding from the bloody underside and the tears on the outside, each one holding one of Zenovius's weapons. Zenovius stood frozen, readied, and staring …show more content…
Nothing outside this task made sense to him anymore and he wouldn't trade that sense of security for the world. "Lord Zenovius?" "Hm?" "Are you okay?" "Mm. Thank you Sinnith, you have tested my resolve in a way I never thought possible. You have my honest gratitude." Sinnith was a little taken aback, "Oh! Um, your welcome," she smiled and Zenovius gave several small nods, "So...do you think it's dangerous?" "Mm, it's highly unlikely, your slave has never heard of an instrument working against its owner." Zenovius started nodding again, "Well, you're the bloodforger, go inspect it." Sinnith looked a little startled, "O-oh, um, okay." Sinnith hesitantly crept closer to the coat, daintily pinching and lifting it to look it over with conflicting expressions of worry and excitement. "The weapons are completely submerged in the coat." Sinnith made some pulling motions with her hands near the coat's bloody underside, before jumpily poking it with her finger. Zenovius rested his hand on her shoulder, causing her to gasp in surprise and drop the coat, looking back at him and then quickly back at the coat. She looked back at Zenovius …show more content…
Sinnith looked at the arm wide-eyed, "Your slave thinks it's handing it to you Lord Zenovius." Zenovius raised an eyebrow and dropped Sinnith on the ground causing her to oof. He carefully approached the arm, taking the sword from it, causing the arm to quickly retract back into the coat. Zenovius looked his sword over, mildly impressed, "Hm, neat," he stated flatly before looking back at Sinnith with a raised eyebrow, "Why are you on the floor?" "Oh! Um-" Sinnith stood up. "-hehe, sorry." His gaze lingered a bit before he turned back to the coat, handing the weapon back to it, an arm burst forth again, taking the weapon and putting it away. Sinnith smiled and gave a series of small quick claps, "You got a new slave Lord Zenovius, Mister Hands." Zenovius furrowed his brow looking back at Sinnith who was reconsidering Mister Hands's name. She suddenly gasped and smiled real wide, "Mister Fingers!" She pat her palm with her fist in exclamation. "No." Sinnith's excitement died down into a pout, "Well, what are we gonna call him then?" "It's not a him and we'll continue to call it my coat." Sinnith looked down and away and Zenovius looked back at his coat extending his arm towards it, the coat extending