Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140302012123/@comment-23309369-20140305233907

Gorse entered the classroom and looked at the three other students, welp...I guess I'm not the only one he contacted, it soon dawned on him that there was probably not going to be anyone else coming, meaning he reached Port's room last, which seeing as he had gone to grab the rest of his things, didn't surprise him. I wonder what he'd need four students to help with, he glanced at the other students as they went about their own business, ''hopefully this won't be a complete waste of time. ''He sat down on the floor away from the others before he pulled both the small backpack he was wearing and his weapon free from his back, he put the pack beside him placed his hand on his weapon's handle, which caused the weapon to shift and unfold into its gun form.

If this is what I think it is I'm gonna want Drotiki in working condition, he watched as the metal shifted to cover and seemingly absorb his left hand and forearm, the slots for the magazines shifted onto the sides of the front section, which he rotated a few times to test for any problems. Seeing none, he pulled two magazines from his pack and slid them into position, soon sliding a few shells into the slot on the bottom of his weapon. He cycled through each barrel of the weapon, satisfied that the loading mechanism still worked he flexed the fingers on his left hand, causing the weapon to shift once more as a massive blade unfolded from within the large weapon. Gorse waited until the segmented blade was fully deployed before rummaging through his pack for a whetting stone, paying no mind to the fact that the weapon was now slightly taller than him. He glanced at the others and waved lazily before pushing up his glasses and running the tool across the oversized and curved claw-like blade, a small smile on his face.