Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140417131614/@comment-7838080-20140422205932

Morela, satisfied that she had gotten dressed in her normal outfit after several minutes, breathed a sigh of relief. Grabbing her hat, she then bolted for the locker room to grab her weapons. The taste in weaponry the kestrel had was rather...unique for an up and coming huntress, but no one seemed to complain.

Having made her way to locker room at breakneck speed, Morela then found her locker and opened it. The kestrel strapped on her holsters and placed her crossbow pistols into them, strapping her ammo belts on her arms, making sure they were covered by her sleeves.

Strapping her sheathe so that it went across her back, she took Trailblazer and sheathed the weapon. Morela then took the ammo pouch and strapped it to her belt in its usual spot, loading up 25 rounds of ammo for the rifle. The faunus then let out a sigh of satisfaction.

''Alright...now then. Let's go hunting...''