Marqwainian

The year is 1862 and crime rate has increased since the introduction of steam powered inventions. Several days had passed since Marqwainian dragged the fallen beam from Yukina and freed the master of the Deadly Silver Blade Dojo. In that short time, Marqwainian had learned two important truths. First, Eclipse Style was merciless. Second, her ribs agreed. The mountain air rang with the sharp tap of wood against wood before Marqwainian folded over, gasping again as Yukina’s practice blade struck her center. Precise. Fast. Unforgiving. Speed without breath is useless Yukina drilled into her, after every defeat. Marqwainian wheezed on the ground, glaring at the sky. Suspecting swords and her are not, philosophically aligned. Her wristwatch L.I.S.A.T.A, occasionally a small mechanical robin, clicked softly taking note of Marqwainian's feelings and a Observation was logged. Earlier that morning she had sent a small reconnaissance unit Called M.A.R.Q into the surrounding woods with a simple command to find something that helps. M.A.R.Q coordinating with L.I.S.A.T.A had returned proudly carrying, a pen. They say the pen is mightier than the sword, but in this instance Marqwainian sincerely doubted it. Still, doubt had never stopped a tinkerer. Five days later the dojo table was buried in springs, gears, and brass tubing. Yukina watched in silent curiosity as Marqwainian twisted the final mechanism into place. Click. The pen extended with a smooth whisper of steel, unfolding into a slender rapier blade no longer than a forearm. Elegant. Balanced. Precise. Marqwainian held it up proudly. A pen that writes essays and pierces enemies. She lunged experimentally. The motion felt right, fast, controlled, exactly what Eclipse Style demanded. Yukina raised an eyebrow. Marqwainian grinned. And thus without Marqwainian knowing begins the start of new hobby, Collecting pens.