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Vivianne seems genuinely pleased at hearing his reception of the story, as though she'd just done a good deed in telling him. The story of the Twin Gaiae was supposed to inspire creativity in others, as well as provoking thought to come into being. She was definitely happy to hear that he wanted to hear more about her faith. "Ooh, yes! If there's anything you wish to know regarding the Gaiae Twins, please, do come and ask me. I'm sure there are some resources within Beacon Academy's archives, however whether they speak truth or not is to be decided."

At the mention of her being a Warrior Shrine Maiden, Vivianne reaches for the magenta pendant that rests around her neck, holding it close to her like it were some kind of sacred treasure. Though, knowing Vivianne, it probably was something of the like. "Most Shrine Maidens don't learn to fight, however many take to a second set of skills in life outside of tending to their respective shrines. From Dust salesmen to simple vendors, military personnel to farmers, metal smiths to accountants, as well as everything else. Since society wasn't built based upon religious principle, they generally have to make a living for themselves. My family has taken to the role of hunter and huntresses for generations, now, handing down this legendary blade from one great warrior to the next..." She pauses as she mutters to herself, in a voice barely above a whisper: "Well, most were great, anyway..."

Vivianne then refocuses toward the conversation at hand. "We aren't taught to fight at the shrine. That would be disrespectful to the Light Gaia, now, wouldn't it?" She chuckles, offering him a smile. "We learn to fight by those before us - our elders. Each shrine generally has a different place they train. For my shrine, that's the woods just outside of Vale's walls. As for my weapon..." She pauses as she reaches behind her, taking out the blade slowly and resting it on her lap. Even then, it's quite large; it's almost as long and wide as Vivianne!

"My blade, like my semblance, was passed down to me. Well, in the case of my semblance it's different, but my blade was passed down directly to me. Have you heard of the tales of Durandal? Long ago -- and I'll keep tis story short --,  at a time where man was still in it's early stages of discovery, there was a man named Durandal. He was a righteous man who fought with this very blade, as a protector of man when he was at his weakest. Whilst the man eventually died in a glorified battle, his weapon, which has since taken his name, was passed down through his family. As you can see, it's currently in my possession, though more recently it has been fitted to suit more modern hunters and huntresses..." As she says this, she flicks a switch by the hilt, and suddenly, the blade splits in half, giving way to a massive barrel. At the bottom of the handle, a firearm stock reveals itself, and the blade's tip gives it a very small iron sight. Vivianne pulls the handle of the blade, revealing a hole which directly lead to the barrel, and shows what could quite possibly be the largest round of Dust created.

"You see, Durandal works very much like a shotgun when it's in this mode..." Vivianne says, showing how the round of dust can be directly inserted into the barrel. Something about her demeanor seems to change as she speaks of the weapon, though, like she was getting excited. "You insert the canister here, and close the handle, so it's ready to fire. The trigger is just down here, and in pulling so... well, I shouldn't pull it right now, but it shoots a round capable of knocking down concrete walls that are very thick. Of course, this works just as well, if not better, on Grimm."

She removes the dust canister and puts it behind her back, with the others. "Unfortunately, I only have five, so I can't use them often. Maybe I can get more, but they're not cheap, seeing as they have to be custom made..." As she finishes speaking, she blushes out of embarrassment after realising just how long she'd been talking. "S-sorry... I get a little excited sometimes and talk too much... What about you? What's the history behind you and your weapon?"