Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24728342-20140624030059/@comment-24728342-20140628015710

*The next morning*

Breakfeat was being served. Apparently pancakes were on the menu today, as well as a glass of orange juice. He didn't eat as much, just enough to last until lunch or at least enough to not slow him down. He looked to his side to see Irving eat rather delicately, as though he was at some kind of Fine Dining restaurant. He gave a small grin and finished his juice.

In the locker room, Rust was dressed in his combat armor, holstering Jango's Legacy and tested Lead Guard to see if the blade mechanism was working properly. It was. He stored extra amunition in the pouches on his armor and some spares in his backpack.

Irving, fitted in his own combat armor, was ordering his Dust and calibrating Leet. He activated the guantlet and touched one of the lockers. There was a tiny electric surge that ran throughout the locker. He nodded.

"Still relying on your gear to solve everything, huh Erve?" said Rust as he adjusted his shoulder armor.

"Hey, it's because of Dust that humanity is still standing Rust," he replied. "I'm not ashamed at the slightest of my dependence on my gear."

"What if you run out of Dust? Or what happens if you were to be disarmed?"

"That's why you taught me how to fight, right? To prepare myself for things like that."

Rust closed his locker. He tapped on Irving's shoulder as he was about to leave.

"You coming?" he asked the green haired student.

"Yeah, just give me a sec. Need to touch up on a few things before I go."