Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25464065-20141213030111/@comment-25464065-20141213234547

Elise paused a moment, taking it in, and nodded. She deftly twisted away from her partner and entered the labelled room toward the back. The first thing she noted, aside from more steel boxes lining the walls with more labels, was a list at the far wall: a registry of some type, indicating materials that had been 'claimed' by various students. She recognized several from the initiation, indicating that most of them were freshmen if not all. Either the engineer students came in waves, or this was the most basic armory Beacon had to offer.

She grinned full-on this time, a strange contortion in the muscles of her face, at the mere thought. It was so uncouth and especially unladylike, but Elise's strange fascination with weaponsmithing was just that: strange. She had difficulties making her own weapon, and the forging classes she took at Signal were some of the worst classes she'd taken since joining the Huntsmen circuit, but there was something weird and beautiful about everyone's weapons. They were something like a guide to the person who wielded them, a way to determine someone's past or personality-

Elise's mind halted instantly when she realized she'd been grinning at a bunch of cabinets full of glorified minerals. What would her mother say?

"Oh Eliezer," Her mind helpfully chimed in, imitating her mother's perfectly condescending tone, "The rocks do not smile back. There is no need to waste time on them." Elise was very aware that her mother was a bit.....well, she was an old-money spinster living in the muck and marshes of Vale. Of course she wasn't right in the head.Shaking the thought away she stepped toward the first cabinet and opened one of the vertical doors, revealing a quickly-written sticky note titled Bronze. Perfect.

She carefully removed a few of the thicker-looking sheets, somewhat thankful that the last nine months carting around the ringblade prepared her for the weight of the metal in her hands. A nearby cart seemed to be a good spot the place her metals, which she carefully bent and slid into the bottom basket.

That left Glauko's items - dust and shark's teeth. A quick scope around the room - atop the a cabinets were smaller utility boxes with similar labelling - screws and switches and sharpening tools. She'd look there next - but for now, a locked cabinet stood in her way. Using Glynda's key she gently opened the door, revealing......''dust. ''The left side of the cabinet contained small cubbies which, in turn, had velvet ringboxes containing diamond-cut dust. Another section of cubbies was seemingly more dangerous, with the dust just resting atop eachother freely, all uncut. The other side contained long glowing canisters connected to hoses that, when a crank was turned, appeared to dispense powdered dust.

She quickly noticed some dust seemed to be missing from the cabinet: red, orange, and brown, specifically. Strange, considering how popular red dust was, especially for younger students at Signal. Was it too dangerous for such a crowded workshop? Could she find it in whatever other armory Beacon possibly hid? Probably.

As she turned the crank on the yellow canister, allowing the dust to fill one of the sealable cups underneath the tube, Elise briefly entertained the though of infusing dust into her weapon as well. When designing the original Castani and Anura she'd been acting.....well, elitist about the use of dust, believing it was just something unskilled fighters relied on for extra power. The purple glow pulsating near her was becoming extremely tempting, however. A pair of chakrams and the ringblade could certainly benefit from an added gravitational pull.....

She flipped the purple canister's switch just as the yellow dust stopped flowing. Elise sealed the cup and placed it on top of the trolley, returning to the dust cabinet to obtain the purple dust and two small boxes of cut yellow dust, just in case Glaukos actually did use cut dust. The short girl relocked the cabinet and offered a last look to the small utilities atop the cabinets, with smaller and more specialized bits, but decided that trying to reach them would be fruitless anyway.

"I do not believe they have any shark teeth here," She stated, rolling the cart out toward the table, "I would check the top shelves if anything. I could not." She added the last part quickly, reaching down and removing the sheets of bronze from the lower level of the cart. "I was not sure as to which type of dust you wanted, so I brought powdered and cut. However if you need uncut, I could give you the keys to the cabinet."