RP w/ Variel and Swindle - the god plate

Variel stares into the god-dish suspiciously, glancing at Swindle's looming form even more suspiciously, then back to the dish before settling into the identify ritual. She sits cross legged on the floor, lays it in her lap, and closes her eyes, focusing her magic inwards.
 
Silence.
 
Ten minutes pass, and she opens her eyes, frowns, and picks the dish up to inspect it closer, frowning at it. She turns it over in her hands, growing more and more perplexed. Finally she looks up to the group, and exhales sharply, irritated.
 
She finally breaks the silence. "It's not finished."
 
Amity is sitting on the ground next to Maxwell, cocooned in a blanket. Only her face peeks out, her breath a cold cloud in the air in front of her. She blinks sleepily at Variel, “What?”
 
She continues rotating the plate in her hands, looking at the back of it. "It's not the whole thing... This is just a part."
 
She ponders for a while then looks up at the party "Is it common practice here to break up powerful artifacts into pieces so that they don't fall into the wrong hands? You know, a sort of... preventative measure against misuse?" She irreverently wobbles the disk at them "Because that's what this feels like. Only I can't fathom how it would be used for evil... it just feels..." she searches for the word with her entire body and several facial expressions, none of them seeming to fit, before settling on "...uncomfortable."
 
Swindle's eyes haven't left the thing, he is trying to stare a red hot hole right through it. He mutters under his breath, "That would be just my luck..." before saying more clearly, "It is likely."
 
She continues searching for the right word to describe her discomfort with the object, muttering to herself.
 
"Invasive? ... Mmm maybe... Hmm?" Looks to Swindle "It is likely what? Evil?"
She looks back to Amity "Amity, darling, your wizard wouldn't happen to be an evil planeswalker of some description now would he?"
 
Amity says, "yeah, for sure."
 
With all the sternness of a tired mother - "Amity."
 
Amity squints at Variel, not bothered in the least, "I dunno. It's not like we talked about that kinda stuff."
 
"Not evil," Swindle corrects, "dismantled for... safekeeping"
"An item like this has no inherent evil nor good properties. That is dependant on the individual in possession of it, I am sure."
 
She seems reassured "Well I'm sure he would've mentioned something sinister at some point if he was evil. Probably just morally grey like most wiza- Uhhh like most of his ilk. Sorry, Rhogkun."
 
Back to Swoodle "Safe... keeping. Interesting choice of words."
"Hmmmmmm... A powerful divination item could have significant ramifications if left with an unjust owner. We should make certain of this wizard's intentions before handing it over." She pauses... realising suddenly...
 
"Uhm. Amity? What... what IS your Wizard's name? Surely they can't be called "Amity's Wizard"?"
 
Amity hunches down, her nose disappearing below the blanket. She says, "He's Imorn. The Star-cloaked. In Wastow."
 
"I am going to go on a limb here and suggest those who dog for power and powerful artifacts are sweetly never doing so for wholesome, selfless purposes."
 
"I wouldn't say NEVER, Swindle, that's fiercely limited. Few, certainly, but some do choose to gain power to protect others."
 
Amity says, "He protects the town. If anything bad happens."
 
She gestures to the talking blanket wrap "See?"
 
"He protects Watsow? I wonder how he's managing that from the other side of the continent..."
 
(Variel doesn’t know anything beyond what Amity is telling her. )
 
"Maybe he left the apprentices there. Well maybe they're wizards now... I dunno how long that takes."
 
Variel waves it off "Besides, mages can teleport. And those who specialise in divination tend to know BEFORE there's trouble, so he can pre emptively warn them, yes?" She gestures the dish again "Maybe that's why he wants this?"
 
 
"Amity, if we don't meet with him, and if you failed to receive this item, how do you figure he would have reacted?"
 
Swindle lifts his brow and narrows his eyes. "What reason did you have to fear him? What kind of consequences were you expecting, what would be in his nature?"
 
"Well he said he's watching me. So he'll know we got it. If we don't bring it, maybe he'll just... lightning bolt us and send somebody to come get it." She's quiet for a moment. If Amity could disappear entirely beneath the blanket, she would. She mumbles, "I don't know he's not... he didn't... I don't think I ever saw him get really mad. Or hurt anybody."
 
Swindle sighs. "So you're just paranoid then. If the guy had to live with you your whole life and you've never seen him angry, he's got the patience of a saint and we've probably nothing to worry about."
 
"Swindle." Same tone
 
"I'm not wrong, what kind of a mortal fails to anger over the course of two decades?"
 
"Uh, I was like, 15, it wasn't that long."
 
"Basically two decades, it's not long but it's a long time to be even tempered"
 
"Maybe. But also everyone likes me, except for you."
 
"Not EVERYONE has such a proclivity..." she mumbles, running her fingers over the seams in
the disc again.
 
Swindle: "Haha, yeah that worked out well for him, too."
 
Amity: "....."
 
Variel gets distracted while they bicker for a moment longer.
"Perhaps a channel... maybe the markings are... hmmm... and it could run through... no..."
 
Amity looks over at Variel, "Ok, but what is it for?"
 
She slowly looks up, blinking a few times.
"....Divination of some kind." and she shrugs
 
Swindle turns his gaze back to Variel, lazily, "Very good, what's the less exciting part of this thing?"
 
She frowns and sighs, looking back to it
"Well... I mean I don't KNOW it just feels weird.
My people are mostly happy living on our own in our plane, we're very cordoned off and sometimes we share energy like with your folk" nod to swindle "and that's FINE. This makes me feel..." she gazes into it and shivers, hairs on her neck standing up more than from just the cold "I don't know, it makes me feel... " and she goes back to searching for the word from before. She tilts her head "Invaded?"
 
"It feels invasive. Which... I mean obviously, it's divination, but... I don't know... there's something deeper to it."
 
The corners of Swindle's mouth turn upward for a fleeting second before he lets out a ponderous hum.
 
If Variel catches the smile she'll add "Penetrative." interpreting it as childishness
 
Amity: "So the other wizard who thought it was for protection was... wrong?"
 
Swindle: "No, but it's all speculation at this point, ho ho~"
 
Variel shrugs again "I don't know what it's FOR I just know how it FEELS." She flips it again "Like I said, it's only a part of something else, so I can't glean much more by magic or otherwise. It's not a fabrication from the feywild and I'm not a Wizard, so I'm unfamiliar with its construction, do any of you have familiarity with such things? Wizard contraptions from this plane?" She looks mostly to Amity and Rhogkun, before gazing down again at the god symbols and adds "Strangely religious wizards, all be it?" and includes Swindle and Max in the question.
 
"We may just have to do some reading on the matter and find the missing pieces, if there are any. And... we do have his entire library with us."
 
Variel stifles an "ugh..."
 
Amity looks between Swindle and Variel, "but he only asked for this piece?"
 
Swindle: "So far."
 
Variel perks up "Yes. He's clearly got the rest, so we can just ask when we get there."
 
The blanket bundle shifts uneasily. "...you can ask him, sure."
 
"Then it's settled!" She is very pleased with the lack of impending research.