Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25464065-20141213030111

The first day of classes passed slowly for Elise. Nearly every teacher, perhaps aside from Oobleck and his bullet-like manner of teaching, required the use of weaponry. This was sort of a given, as Beacon was a school for huntsmen-in-training, but each class was like a painful reminder that she no longer had her weapons. It would have been foolish to wait around for her ring to cool off enough to handle - and even then it was bent beyond repair. As for the second chakram, well.......she wasn't even sure where it landed.

What was important now was that she remake her weapon - and quickly. She'd been given a weapon registration form during her sparring class, a prerequisite, so Glynda could analyze the user's weapon and create appropriate match-ups. After explaining her situation, Glynda was benevolent enough to offer her extra time in the armory, normally only used by students who specialized in creating weapons rather than fighting. But first, her dorm.

The GREN dorm was nice enough, she supposed, and as long as nobody tracked dirt or mud near her bed and trunk, she was absolutely fine. Her things were neatly pressed and placed in the trunk, her combat uniform was enclosed within a dress plastic when not in use, and she was always sure to make her bed each morning before class. The chances of random dorm inspections were low here, being that most of them were functioning adults, but the idea that someone might see her bed in disarray was unappealing regardless.

And so, following classes, the team regrouped briefly at the dorm to decide their next courses of action. Elise, shop key dancing around her index finger, quickly entered the bathroom to adjust her uniform before re-exiting, finding Glaukos idle in the center of the room. She figured it would be polite, at least, to tell him where she would be so he could decide what to do for the rest of the afternoon.

She was stoic as she crossed the floor, tapping her much taller partner on the elbow to get his attention.

"I will be heading to the shop this afternoon," at this point she swung the keys around her other finger, "so I can replace my old weapon. If you need me, you can find me in the armory for the next few hours." Elise stated matter-of-factly, catching the keys in the palm of her hand.  