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Taming The Beast?!?

The room is plain and fairly empty. A few hours before, it had been a small study, but Set and Dia have cleared all of that stuff out and made it a much more fitting arena to face The Beast in. After all, he is going to be violent enough when he realizes what they are going to try to do to him. It probably isn't a good idea to give him access to anything that could be used as ammo.

Dia watches as Set paces around the room checking the various wards that he placed on it when they moved in. They aren't anything special--just a few detection runes--but they were never meant to do anything like keeping The Beast in check. The Beast himself has seen to it that Set can't do anything like that. That is why Bazett is stopping by. She doesn't have to try and work around The Beast to do her work; she can just do it.

Set flops down into a cross-legged sit in the middle of the floor and sighs, "I think that's it until she comes. Hopefully, it won't be too long. I think he's starting to wonder. I'm trying to distance myself, but..."

Dia nods, fingering the capped needle in his hand, "I'm really sorry about this. I hate having to do it."

"Don't be, it has to be done and this is the safest way. Just promise me something," Set gives him a hard look. "Make sure you make the most of this. You need to talk to him. I doubt he's going to let us get away with this very often. Heck, maybe not ever again. This might be the only chance we get."

"I-I know," Dia's voice wavers a moment and then he steadies himself. "I am preparing myself. It's going to hurt, but hopefully it will be the first step toward making it so it doesn't hurt so much anymore."

Set smirks and motions for Dia to come and sit with him. When Dia joins him, he wraps his arms around his lover, "That's my Baby! You have no idea how good it makes me feel to hear you say that."

Dia blushes slightly, but doesn't reply. Instead, they wait for Bazett to again make her way into their home.

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"Perhaps because Ireland's greatest hero insists on behaving like a child at times."

She smiles.

"Perhaps if I help you get a leash..."

Set sputters indignantly at the leash comment, but Dia just laughs and actually blushes a little.

"See, I told you!" Dia insists once he stops laughing enough to talk. "The collar looked good on you and if you had gotten it, well your little lady could be leading you around right now!"

Meanwhile, Bazett, having actually made a joke, blushes beet red.

"I think...Diarmuid and I would have to take turns, would we not?"

Dia laughs again and shakes his head, "You lead him and I'll take the blackmail pictures. Maybe we will get him to act like an adult yet!"

"Hey, hey come on now! This isn't fair," Set is almost pouting. "What did I do to deserve you two teaming up against me?"

"Oh hush, honestly!" Dia leans forward and gently kisses Set on the cheek. "You would love every moment of it. Stop being such a baby."

"Yeah, but..."

"No buts! How old are? Seriously, I'm starting to forget."

"Thirty. He was said to be thirty years old upon his death."

She is surprised at how quickly and painlessly this detail has come into her mind.

Both Dia and Set stop laughing and look at her, surprised.

"That's right, Lass," Set's grin turns into a warm smile. "Well, I didn't really keep track, but that's what all the stories say. I thought you didn't remember any of that though. Have you had more memories return?"

"Only bits and pieces...related to you."

She is blushing and trying to curl into a ball again.

Set laughs and this time manages to avoid Dia and ruffle Bazett's hair, "That's a good start, Lass! I mean, the Grail made it sound like you had spent a lot of effort learning everything you could about me. If that is starting to come back, then hopefully some more personal things might not be far behind."

"Perhaps you were trying too hard before?" Dia asks. "What exactly are you remembering now? Don't try to force anything. Just say what comes to mind. If you don't force it maybe things will just link together naturally."

"Stories."

She closes her eyes.

"Your stories. You were...born in a fairy hill. You defeated all of the Boy Troops of Emain Macha. Afterwards, you slew the great hound from which you took your name. Then, you took arms, though you knew by doing so, you would be destined to a short but glorious life. Your charioteer was Laeg and you had two fairy horses born the same day as you."

Dia grins and pokes at Set good-naturedly, "And you called me a fairy because of who raised me. See, you are just as bad, fairy boy."

Set laughs, "Yes, but I don't cook and clean like a good little housewife now, do I?" Set ducks when Dia moves to mock hit him and then turns back to Bazett. "Those things are pretty well known, though, Lass. Is there anything in there that might not have been provided by the Grail or a book? I'm sure there must be something. Just don't push too hard. My Baby is probably right about that."

"You left your relics in many places in Ulster. Relics that were taken by churches, or broken down to become parts of houses."

In a way, it was a fitting place for them. The relics of a hero being used to hold up the structures of his country.

"But there were things in private collections. I guess I had access to one, because I...found...one of them."

Which one, she cannot recall.

"Or was it two?"

Set nods, his eyes growing distant for a moment as he thinks back to the days of his first life, "Well, that would depend, Lass. We have already pretty much decided that the earrings are likely relics. If you still have possession of my father's sword like the Grail told me you did when I was summoned, then that would be two."

"Of course, that sword is probably closer to a Mystic Code or Noble Phantasm by now so I don't know if calling it a relic is quite fair," Dia points out. "It may not have a normal physical existence anymore."

"It is both. At least, in my current state. Fragarach, the Answerer. But it would be more your father's relic that yours. I cannot recall any legend saying you owned the blade."

Set smiles, "That is true. That blade and I never got along. When it comes to weapons, sometimes you know just by touching them when they aren't for you. It never really bothered me though. I had Gae Bolg. It was all I needed being the best after all."

"Do you happen to remember how you got it, Bazett? Or how it came to be so strongly tied to you that it became your Noble Phantasm?" Dia takes a sip of his tea, thinking for a moment. "If we could find a way to help you remember that, I bet it would be a big key to finding out more about your legend."

"I cannot remember. I know I had it longer than I had his relics, and from its abilities, I can assume I did not use it much in battle."

Plus, sometimes it felt less like a weapon than it was part of her. Like it was an organ of some sort.

Dia looks at her curiously, "Why do you say that? What about it makes you say that you wouldn't use it in battle often? I mean, Noble Phantasms use a lot of prana, that is true, and should only been fully released in extreme situations, but you make it sound like it should be used even less than that. Does it hurt you?"

She shakes her head.

"No, it is just an inconvenient Noble Phantasm due to its special ability. Besides, I fight well enough without it."

"So we have noticed, Lass!" Set laughs and lightly taps the cheekbone she had broken during that first meeting. "I'm guessing you have enough runes worked on you that you could have taken on a servant before you became on yourself. The Grail hinted at that in what it told me anyway. Not exactly how, but that you could take care of yourself in a fight if it came to that."

She nods. As she has said many times before, she is best suited for combat.

"Perhaps I had another Noble Phantasm to compensate, but right now, Fragarach is my only Noble Phantasm, and I would rather not use it haphazardly."

Dia nods, "It's not wise to use any Noble Phantasm haphazardly especially when you have other skills to rely on. Hopefully, you won't have to use it at all. It's always good to have a secret or two up your sleeve."

"Was there anything else, Lass? Any other memories that might trigger a link?" Set pauses a moment and then adds, "Or maybe there is something I could tell you about that might help?"

She tries hard to think of something else, but ends up cradling her head due to another headache.

"I believe that to be the limit. Forgive me."

Dia puts a gentle hand on her shoulder, "There is nothing to forgive. The last thing we want to do is push you since it causes you pain. We have all covered a lot of ground tonight. There is no need to push beyond our limits."

"He's right, Lass. The big goal was to see if we could do something about The Beast and I would say that was a real success. Anything else is just the icing on the cake."

She stiffens a little at being touched, but nods in agreement.

"Then, if there is nothing to discuss, it might be time for me to leave."

Dia steps away to give her her space again. He didn't miss the flinch, but decides not to bring it up. Not with everyone so tired, "There is unfortunately always more to discuss with everything going on, but I think we have done all we can tonight. I'm going to see about contacting the Mage's Association tomorrow to pass on our goodwill information. If anything interesting comes of it, I'll be sure to let you know."

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