Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13172690-20140610012426/@comment-5290299-20140610023356

The Weaponshop of Beacon Academy was a small shop sititng next to the outdoor Gym and between the West Wing hallway. The shop was owned by a single Beacon Student, even though the land rights were of the Headmaster of the academy.

Zaffr Perrault, the owner of the small shop, sat isnide with weapons lined up against the wall and the display case she used as a desk. Despite hte many weapons inside, there was a sort of friendly atmosphere about the place. A welcome mat and open sign was a clue for those of questions, broken weapons or just looking for advice on improvement or upgrades to enter her compound.

The blonde haired weaponsmith sat in her chair, head leaning on an open palm with an elbow pressed into the glass. Classes were out and so far she had no customers. Would today be another dud?

A soft, yet bored sigh breathed passed her lips.

"Maybe I should takre up more classes now. I know Professor Ozpin allows me to go half a day with classes and the other half with my job, but with the second semester starting no one has been coming in."

Perhaps taking more classes would be good. But did she have the money? The whole reason Professor Ozpin let her do this was because she needed a way to pay for tuition wthout relying on the teachers or her team, and she was very good at her job. But at the end of the day this payed for her dorm, books, school unifrom, food, everything she needed.

Perhaps she was whinning about not having anything to do.

Another sigh echoed through the frieldy looking room decorated with pictures of the people she helped.