Board Thread:Role Play Discussion/@comment-24435042-20140717210338/@comment-24901923-20140718015035

Albus Silvermane walked through the complex at an easy pace, his wandering eyes peeking back down to his Scroll every so often. The highlighted path the wolf-eared Faunus was following ended in a waypoint just a few doors in front of him.

"Excellent.", he thought, his pace quickening. "Now I can see what I'm working with here."

At last, he stood in front of the armory. The ARC complex's forge was practically next door. Albus was a tinker at heart, smiling in excitement as he fulfilled the security protocols and walked in. That's why he prefered the workshop to people. Sure, it could be noisy. But the controlled environment of tools and machines was the perfect counterbalance to his overactive mind. That's why he really accepted the agents' job offer when they found him on that mission gone screwy. The steady employment was much better paying than anything he could make as a simple weaponsmith, but the machinist in him reveled in the technology he could study. Albus mentally shook himself and focused. His plan now was simple. Identify what equipment was available, study the data of previous rift incidents, and collaborate with ARC's forgemaster to see if he could come up with any upgrades for their gear. After all, every little bit helps, and they'd need all the help they could get.