Board Thread:Role Play Discussion/@comment-24435042-20140717210338/@comment-24901923-20140722044937

Though he knew that there would be an electronic inventory, Albus spent two hours combing the equipment racks of the armory. Digital was good, but physical confirmation was better. Now that he knew what was available, Albus left the armory, and rubbed the left side of his head, where his short crew-cut explosed his scar, running from his forehead to just above his human ear. What to do now? The Faunus' wolf ears perked up. He would go to the mess hall to examine the mission files. People weren't his strong suite, but all the agents fought differently, and getting their perspectives would be needed to ensure the best fit for any upgrades. Albus set the waypoint, and began to walk along the highlighted path once more.