Realistic or Modern Crystal Rivers Academy: The Occult Detective Club

[Steve Freeling]

Steve wasn't sure what to think of that "normal people" comment. Their lives wouldn't exactly be normal with what they were walking into, but Steve wasn't sure that would make them any less normal. They weren't going to suddenly have telekinesis. Or were they? It didn't matter. Steve would worry about that later.

 

[Kylesar1]

Ariel Osler
Van​

As the van moved, there was lots of silence from Ariel and Ms. B. There wasn't much to say that couldn't wait until they got there. With the exception of traffic lights, there weren't any stops. Soon though, there was a more notable stop. The van stopped for longer and Ms. B could be heard talking to a man, asking for ID. This meant they were arriving. "When we get to the SCA building, remember your respect. A lot of these people are military, where they'll get your ass for not showing respect. It's yes sir, no sir. Yes ma'am, no ma'am. Remember that, stick together, and we'll all be fine. Don't fuck around either. If you've never seen a m16 assault rifle being held by a trained warrior, it's a lot different than seeing someone like me holding a 9mm."

The van was now going up a hill. "You're free to remove your blindfolds now."

When they looked, they'd see a building looming over them

This building was small compared to a lot of others in the gov't agency, and it was surrounded by a big forest. The trees were bigger than the building, which covered it perfectly. There wasn't much to see unless you liked trees and squirrels.

There were some military cars and military personnel out front, but other than that, there wasn't anyone and no indication of what kind of place this was. It was an incredibly nice building. It didn't look like Crystal Rivers Academy. It looked more........refined, like a rich person's bookshelf. It looked like it'd be fairly sophisticated. Probably not though considering the personnel outside

"Everyone step off and line up." If the armed guards outside told anyone anything, it's that they don't mess around

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[BackSet]

Dragon obeyed the orders and tried not to be fidgety. He was kind of amazed by al of this. How did such a large building keep itself hidden from the public. Magic was his best geuss. He was just happy to remove the blindfold. That freaking dragon was so freaking annoying.

 

[Steve Freeling]

After removing his blindfold, Steve was unfazed at sight of the guards. He calmly exited the van to await the next step.

 

[Cinderlily]

Bianca's mouth fell open as she took in the monstrosity of a building before her. There was a gorgeous forest surrounding it on either side. It was like something out of a book or anime.
"What is this place?" she asked Ariel.

The other club members seemed to be just as awestruck as she was. With the exception of Quincy. Bianca doubted anything impressed her. Truth be told she was still a little weary of the outlandish girl. Something felt a bit off about her.

Drakon's eyes widened as he took in the building, which was more expression than she'd seen on his face in the whole time she'd known him.

The guards made her a little nervous, although Steve didn't seem to mind...nor did Quincy, of course. She obeyed anyway. They didn't seem threatening just dutiful. She looked over at Ariel, waiting for an answer.

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[GrieveWriter]

"What a darling little building, and with such scenery to boot!"

Quincy took to the new area with nary aa trace of hesitation, lining up with her fellow clubmates with a heft of her heavy bag.

After taking a good look at the armed guards around them, she leaned towards her fellow club members and began whispering "Do you suppose they have their recreational room somewhere? Perhaps a change in shifts? Do they leave the compound or have a form of barracks? I wonder just how many different types of enchantments they have on them at a single moment, do you suppose their sidearms have the same versatility as their main hands?"

Taking a moment to pause in her flurry of questions, Quincy hummed a bit as she mulled over her own questions before giggling quietly to herself "Perhaps there are pamphlets somewhere which may answer these questions all on their own. An unlikely yet appreciated possibility indeed."

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[BackSet]

Drakon just... Couldn't. Quincy's flurry of questions were just... What? She knew too much. Too much about the supernatural. Not a normal girl for sure. Of course none of them probably were what you would consider "normal". Drakon thought the idea of that information being in the pamphlets was doubtful. Nobody put anything in pamphlets. Least of all private information.

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[Kylesar1]

"Let's head on in, through the checkpoint and straight to the weaponry center."

The building was large up close and looked even bigger on the inside. The reception area was plenty big for them and allowed them much space. There wasn't even much life in there besides them and the few personnel that was there.

Next though was a rigorous checkpoint. The girls were taken into a room and boys into another and tended to by their respective Genders. LOTS of questions about their background, physical health, and past experience. Finger prints, drug tests, scanned for contraband. It was very intrusive as well, recording any mental thoughts (past thoughts), pregnancy tests, period questions. Ariel allowed them to confiscate her weaponry because they aren't allowed to open carry. She also didn't have to go through the rigorous checking part, as she'd already done it.

When they are released, they are lead to the most important room, the Weaponry room

"Now I trust that you all enjoyed the process of revealing everything about yourself. I hope you didn't lie." Ariel said with a smile.


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[BackSet]

Drakon did not appreciate that test. Nor did he appreciate having his very expensive and very custom Swiss army knife confiscated. Some of those questions didn't even make sence. They were, on average, 16! who would they be having sex with! Drakon sighed. "Let's just get on with this. I want to get my weapon and get out of here." Dragons tone was not enthusiastic. He disliked revealing so much stuff about himself.

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[CoolGuy]

The building looked much more luxurious than Max had expected. The SCA were a government agency, and this kind of looked more like a mansion than a military base. In reflection, he'd never actually seen a military base at all, so he couldn't make any worthwhile judgements. Perhaps this was actually utilitarian, in comparison.

Nevertheless, he immediately obeyed the order to line up, standing right behind Quincy, as she began asking a series of questions that he doubted she'd get the answer to. He wasn't sure why everyone else seemed so wary of her. Granted, she seemed more at home in an Elizabethan era dance than hunting ghosts, but it was still odd that she was somewhat disliked. They had all decided to join a club about the occult, so it's not like they were the cool kids. Drakon especially seemed to dislike her. Was he secretly poor, so he resented someone that flaunted the fact that they were upper class? Probably not.

Before Max could try to answer her question, they were led to the checkpoint, where he had to tell his entire life story, including details his own mother didn't know. The fact that his information was going to be stored on some database for eternity made him uncomfortable. It's not like he was keeping any of it a secret, but he valued his privacy.

Finally, though, he finished his information, and was lead to a truly impressive display: the weapon room. Seeing the incredible variety of weapons made him feel a little naive for his request for a silver tipped pocket knife. Did silver even really do anything? How much of his research was actually valuable? The thought depressed him. "What makes these weapons different from normal?" he asked.

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[GrieveWriter]

Quincy stretched as she was reacquainted with her club fellows after the questioning, looking as righty as rain like usual.

"Hmm, now that was the definitely the second most uncomfortable questioning I've experienced to date." she stated casually, showing no indication of actually being uncomfortable "But lying is beneath one such as I."

She nodded to each of her fellow students as they were released as well before being led to the quote unquote weapon room.

She was just glancing to the nearby Close-Range armaments when Maxie boy posed a question "For some nothing..." Quincy pointed out without halting her search "Like this club over here is merely a sturdier form of a police truncheon, however the placement of the grip indicates its designed to withstand heavier impacts than the standard issue one. But then we look at this club over here."

Quincy moved to the side and reached up to point at said club "From the different color and scent you can tell that it was not only casted in silver but has also recently been dipped in fermented garlic, which is toxic to more than just vampires depending on the continent one resides in."

After pointing that out she returned to looking about "There are many different things that this selection offers, some more noticeable than others. Though I must say that having this many weapons in one place must prove challenging to maintain. Perhaps it has its own crew? Is there a forge nearby to replace or mend different weapons? Do the Soldiers stationed here maintain them in order to practice for possible in the field scenarios or-"

She descended into quiet questionings once more, wandering about with her silver eyes flashing from weapon to weapon as she absorbed her surroundings thoroughly.

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[BackSet]

Drakon sighed. "Know it all." He muttered under his breath. He was really sure he didn't like Quincy. Maybe she'd become more bearable later or something but for now she was an annoying snobbish show off. He ignored these thoughts for a moment while he checked out the weapons. He looked over a nice solid handgun. A basic one really. He wasn't planning on doing much fighting so the bullets would be normal. After all, fighting is what the others were for. He was there to provide kniwledge and to get them into places they wouldn't be able to get into otherwise.

 

[CoolGuy]

Well, if Quincy was right, at least his knowledge wasn't worthless. Looking at the weapons himself, he noticed that her judgements on the weapons were correct, if not the fully story. That's nice. He wouldn't have to start from the bottom. Garlic and silver were two of the most popular supernatural allergens, so it was only natural that they were present. He idly imagined a super soaker filled with holy water.

Again, Drakon expressed his dislike for Quincy, which made Max cringe. Was there internal conflict already? He shook his head. Max wasn't much of a leader. Mending relationships was far outside of his expertise. Especially if one of them didn't seem to notice that she had a bad relationship.

Quincy was still wrapped in her curiosity, but he was curious about her himself. "You're pretty knowledgeable about this stuff. How do you know so much?" he asked. She could have gone the same route as him, extensive research, but her cavalier attitude about such exciting stuff made him think she had experience.

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[GrieveWriter]

The well dressed young lass had crouched down to eye a selection of switchblades. Despite keeping her gaze locked onto the sharp implements, she wasted no time in answering Max's question.

"By asking questions, dear boy." she stated with a small little before reaching to look over one of the blades

She stood and turned to face him, though she held the blade up and examined it as she spoke "Questions beget answers and so when I find something that does not make sense I go above and beyond in order to learn of it. This little craving of mine allowed me to find insight in the Occult far faster than others would assume possible, but where others may excuse it as simple hogwash I was more inclined to see if there was any substantial backing behind what many would call superstitions."

She frowned at the blade and turned back around "Too short." she commented idly before placing it back amongst the others and going back to searching.

"As one could assume I found said backing and turned my attention on the occult, going so far as to get knee deep into a number of mythological antics in some cases." she finished telling the boy as she stood to go searching for other sharp weaponry.

"I'm knowledgeable due solely to a devotion to sating curiosity, nothing more." she said before eyeing a number of machetes and wandering over to them "Oh! This looks promising!"

CoolGuy

 

[Kylesar1]

Ariel Osler
Armory​

"You're quite the sharp one, Quincy. If you have knowledge of the occult and supernatural creatures, you'll know how to defeat them. We can modify the weapon of your choice to whatever you want it to be, as long as it's within its power. Don't expect a knife to be firing bullets out of thin air." Get a pistol and put a knife attachment on it. If you want something to be deadly to wolves, get silver bullets. If you want it to hit ghosts, you can't. Use Salt rounds. If you want it to kill demons, get them blessed or douse them in Holy Water. If you want it to kill any supernatural creature in one hit, use the Ritual................good luck learning it though. This is where all those movies you watch pay off.............provided that the movie was correct in their iteration. No Edward Cullen disco balls here.
When Drakon expressed dislike for Quincy, Ariel stepped in. She tapped her head symbolically. "Knowledge is power, Drakon. With creatures that can kill you, the last thing we need is someone who doesn't know how to kill it. If you don't want to learn, you won't get far here." She shrugged. This wasn't anything new. Those who knew more got picked on


"It doesn't matter which one you choose. Just choose wisely and make sure it works for you. Not something that you think will be the most useful against the most creatures, at least not the first weapon. For those who know what weapon you want, write it all down. For those who choose it from here, just pick it up and take it to the officials." Ariel herself had to choose a weapon as well. They got one new weapon per year, and since Ariel was here multiple years, she got multiple weapons.

She picked up a sawed-off shotgun and eyed it. "Silver Pellets. Rock Salt. Iron Pellets. Blessed Shells. Dragon's Breath Shells. Holy Water Shells, Explosive buck, Electric Buck. This will work nicely," she said. She grabbed it and aimed with one hand. She swung her arms around, testing it, then passed it to the registrar. She wasn't playing around with such a destructive weapon.

Item Acquired:
Sawed-Off Shotgun- Double Barrel destroyer of faces, this thing houses insane firepower at point blank range, but it's useless at range, and a double barrel only allows you 2 shots before having to reload. Aim nicely and be rewarded with torso juice all over the walls.........along with their entire stomach


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[Steve Freeling]

Steve hadn't been too bothered by the questions since he had nothing to hide. Steve smirked wryly at Drakon's "know-it all" comment. When that 'know-it-all' saves your life, you'll have to eat crow. He looked over the weapons until a handgun caught his eye. Steve hefted the SIG Sauer P226 in his right hand. It's the real thing, alright. He aimed the unloaded pistol at the floor, his finger off of the trigger. He chose 9mm silver bullets as well as some apparently filled with (or made of) Holy Water for now. That will do. A satisfied smirk made its way onto Steve's face, much like when he'd picked the blindfold earlier.

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[BackSet]

Drakon just took the handgun. Like he had said in his wierd third person internal monologue earlier, fighting wasn't his job. Sure knowledge was power. He knew that. But flaunting knowledge wasn't a good use of it. He'd be impressed when Quincy actually implied that knowledge in the field. Having knowledge and being able to use it were two different things.

 

[Cinderlily]

Bianca's cheeks were still flaming from the intense and highly personal questioning so she welcomed the distraction of examining the mounted weapons. It was quite an impressive collection to be sure. She listened to Quincy and Ariel talk about the various uses and makes of them, absorbing it like a sponge. Max seemed particularly interested. The gleam in his eyes as he listened intently made her smile. She'd always wanted a little brother so perhaps she was projected some of that on to their youngest member. Not that she'd ever tell him that. The last thing she wanted was to embarrass him.

Drakon looked less than impressed. She sidled over to him and asked,
"Weapons don't impress you much? Or is is something else?"

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[BackSet]

Drakon turned to look at Bianca. She seemed nice enough. "It's not the weapons." He said. "I could care less about the weapons. Not my area of expertise." He thought a bit before going on. Should he go on? He went on. "It's Quincy." He said after a long pause. "She reminds me of my parents. It's just... Complicated."

 

[The Cobalt Killer]

Julien scratched his chin. Had he cared enough, he would have been cursing himself right now. But that part of him that was so carefree and always smiling betrayed his curiosity. To him, or at least to that part of him, there was no point in bothering with questions. He knew that there were no answers to be gained. Asking too much might arouse suspicion from the SCA or create some unwanted animosity. Meanwhile, piecing everything together in his head would be a painstakingly long process. True, deduction was nothing short of a detective's way of life but it wasn't worth it. For now, his best move was to go along with it.

Guilty would be the best word to describe how Julien felt from leaving the van to getting past the SCA's checkpoints and interview rooms. But this guilt was two-fold; first innocent, then something more serious. In essence, it was an accurate reflection of his life. The first feeling of unease he had felt was upon seeing the SCA building for the first time. The unease wasn't a sort of fear of the overwhelming atmosphere of the agency or its eerie undertones. Instead, Julien felt guilty for having felt... nothing. He hadn't been struck by any sort of child-like wonder or awe upon seeing the place. He neither felt excited nor thought it was a drag. It certainly came as no surprise to him that the place was impressive or extremely formal. Nothing about the place shocked him or evoked any other emotion, good or bad. As such, he felt nothing. The subsequent guilt came during questioning when he was asked about things like his motives for joining and his respect for the occult. In that moment, that underwhelming feeling of stepping out of the van returned to him and an inner conflict began, questioning if he really did belong. Hence, he felt guilty.

However, the second feeling of guilt only came after questioning as he stepped out of the interview room. This was the moment that he realised that there was no point in asking questions. Julien scratched his chin. At once, his mind turned to one thing; rationalising his feelings. The guilt he felt came from the answers he'd given in his interview. He felt guilty for having been both truthful and, at times, ambiguous. This ambiguity left some of his interview answers rather redundant and could have been misleading. For a moment, just a moment, he considered turning back and clarifying a few of the things he had said. Perhaps his lighthearted tone throughout the interview had set a bad first impression for him. Had smiling really hurt his image? Hesitating, he thought one last time about going back. He shook his head. Ce n'est pas la peine. There was need to go back. In fact, he decided that the only thing he could do was go with the flow.

Inside the armoury, Julien was finally met with the emotion that had eluded him earlier. Some sort of wonder or excitement. However, it wasn't the same. He was not in awe of the weaponry. As someone who absolutely hated conflict and avoided fighting at all costs, the armoury was perhaps the least significant room for him. What evoked this elated feeling was what the room represented and the new perspective it gave him on the people around him. Although he hadn't been sure when they first set off on their small trip, he now knew that if there was a chance that Julien could learn something knew and uncover the secrets of the past it was with this group of people. He had not lied in his interview about his motives for joining the club, but only now did he truly see that his objectives were attainable.

While standing there, lost in his own wonderland of thought, he overheard Bianca say something. He realised that he had been stood near the back of the group for quite some time now without having said a single word to any of them. Subtly, but still grinning with an unconcealed childish sense of joy, he leaned closer to hear what was being said. He caught a short line from Drakon which only made him smile more. Normally, a boy like Julien would not interrupt a conversation for fear of coming off as incredibly rude and intrusive, but he had found over the past couple of days that he was most fond of and, by effect, most comfortable with Drakon and Bianca. As such, he smile and spoke in a humorous tone; "I must admit, mon ami, I, er, also 'ad some - comment vous dites - reservations, so to speak, about Quincy but, er, she does not remind me of any parent I know." At that, he laughed, seemingly quite pleased with his own joke. In truth, he was only happy to be able to speak the same language as Drakon. No, not English; he could already speak that, although he did struggle occasionally. But instead the language of jokes and humour, the lighthearted workings of friendship.

Smiling as ever, perhaps at his two friends or maybe still amused at his own joke, Julien turned back to face the wider armoury. In a more serious tone, he spoke again. This time, however, he was talking to Ariel. "Madame Osler, excusez-moi, I said before that I 'ave my own weapon - which is true - but I would, er, req- requi- require some better ammunition, oui? It is a revolver and it uses .38 Special rounds. Does this armoury stock silver versions of those bullets? C'est important, non?"

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[GrieveWriter]

After taking a small moment to bask in the minor praise, Quincy kept looking amongst the blades. She found the selection of machetes good but not particularly what she had in mind.

So when Ariel began listing off various possible modifications, the Well dressed girl practically lit up with an idea before walking off to a different selection of blades.

Several moments later she returned with a fairly large kitchen knife before calling out "Pardon me Mistress Osler, but do you suppose I could have this darling thing extended?"

With her free hand she seemed to measure it by leaning the blunt side against it before running a gloved finger along it in contemplation "Not by much really, I would just adore having something almost exactly like this... only perhaps half a foot longer? Four inches more at least should help, and the grip does look as if it requires extra sticking power."

She muttered some more things before shaking her head and giving another little laugh to herself. She paused in her musings for a moment before shifting her glasses with her free hand, her eyes slowly traveling from Club Member to Club Member as she analyzed their weapons of choice.

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[Kylesar1]

Julien scratched his chin. Had he cared enough, he would have been cursing himself right now. But that part of him that was so carefree and always smiling betrayed his curiosity. To him, or at least to that part of him, there was no point in bothering with questions. He knew that there were no answers to be gained. Asking too much might arouse suspicion from the SCA or create some unwanted animosity. Meanwhile, piecing everything together in his head would be a painstakingly long process. True, deduction was nothing short of a detective's way of life but it wasn't worth it. For now, his best move was to go along with it.

Guilty would be the best word to describe how Julien felt from leaving the van to getting past the SCA's checkpoints and interview rooms. But this guilt was two-fold; first innocent, then something more serious. In essence, it was an accurate reflection of his life. The first feeling of unease he had felt was upon seeing the SCA building for the first time. The unease wasn't a sort of fear of the overwhelming atmosphere of the agency or its eerie undertones. Instead, Julien felt guilty for having felt... nothing. He hadn't been struck by any sort of child-like wonder or awe upon seeing the place. He neither felt excited nor thought it was a drag. It certainly came as no surprise to him that the place was impressive or extremely formal. Nothing about the place shocked him or evoked any other emotion, good or bad. As such, he felt nothing. The subsequent guilt came during questioning when he was asked about things like his motives for joining and his respect for the occult. In that moment, that underwhelming feeling of stepping out of the van returned to him and an inner conflict began, questioning if he really did belong. Hence, he felt guilty.

However, the second feeling of guilt only came after questioning as he stepped out of the interview room. This was the moment that he realised that there was no point in asking questions. Julien scratched his chin. At once, his mind turned to one thing; rationalising his feelings. The guilt he felt came from the answers he'd given in his interview. He felt guilty for having been both truthful and, at times, ambiguous. This ambiguity left some of his interview answers rather redundant and could have been misleading. For a moment, just a moment, he considered turning back and clarifying a few of the things he had said. Perhaps his lighthearted tone throughout the interview had set a bad first impression for him. Had smiling really hurt his image? Hesitating, he thought one last time about going back. He shook his head. Ce n'est pas la peine. There was need to go back. In fact, he decided that the only thing he could do was go with the flow.

Inside the armoury, Julien was finally met with the emotion that had eluded him earlier. Some sort of wonder or excitement. However, it wasn't the same. He was not in awe of the weaponry. As someone who absolutely hated conflict and avoided fighting at all costs, the armoury was perhaps the least significant room for him. What evoked this elated feeling was what the room represented and the new perspective it gave him on the people around him. Although he hadn't been sure when they first set off on their small trip, he now knew that if there was a chance that Julien could learn something knew and uncover the secrets of the past it was with this group of people. He had not lied in his interview about his motives for joining the club, but only now did he truly see that his objectives were attainable.

While standing there, lost in his own wonderland of thought, he overheard Bianca say something. He realised that he had been stood near the back of the group for quite some time now without having said a single word to any of them. Subtly, but still grinning with an unconcealed childish sense of joy, he leaned closer to hear what was being said. He caught a short line from Drakon which only made him smile more. Normally, a boy like Julien would not interrupt a conversation for fear of coming off as incredibly rude and intrusive, but he had found over the past couple of days that he was most fond of and, by effect, most comfortable with Drakon and Bianca. As such, he smile and spoke in a humorous tone; "I must admit, mon ami, I, er, also 'ad some - comment vous dites - reservations, so to speak, about Quincy but, er, she does not remind me of any parent I know." At that, he laughed, seemingly quite pleased with his own joke. In truth, he was only happy to be able to speak the same language as Drakon. No, not English; he could already speak that, although he did struggle occasionally. But instead the language of jokes and humour, the lighthearted workings of friendship.

Smiling as ever, perhaps at his two friends or maybe still amused at his own joke, Julien turned back to face the wider armoury. In a more serious tone, he spoke again. This time, however, he was talking to Ariel. "Madame Osler, excusez-moi, I said before that I 'ave my own weapon - which is true - but I would, er, req- requi- require some better ammunition, oui? It is a revolver and it uses .38 Special rounds. Does this armoury stock silver versions of those bullets? C'est important, non?"

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Ariel Osler
Armory​

"Of course. Just go over to the registrar and tell them what kind of bullets you need," she said to him. "Bring in the actual gun tomorrow so we can get it registered." The SCA was stacked in ammo. It was all sorted by bullet type, then sorted again by its material (holy, blessed, silver, etc.) The hope though was that gun was well taken care of. A jamming gun would get them all killed.

After taking a small moment to bask in the minor praise, Quincy kept looking amongst the blades. She found the selection of machetes good but not particularly what she had in mind.

So when Ariel began listing off various possible modifications, the Well dressed girl practically lit up with an idea before walking off to a different selection of blades.

Several moments later she returned with a fairly large kitchen knife before calling out "Pardon me Mistress Osler, but do you suppose I could have this darling thing extended?"

With her free hand she seemed to measure it by leaning the blunt side against it before running a gloved finger along it in contemplation "Not by much really, I would just adore having something almost exactly like this... only perhaps half a foot longer? Four inches more at least should help, and the grip does look as if it requires extra sticking power."

She muttered some more things before shaking her head and giving another little laugh to herself. She paused in her musings for a moment before shifting her glasses with her free hand, her eyes slowly traveling from Club Member to Club Member as she analyzed their weapons of choice.

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"Hmmmmmmmmmmm. Getting a knife extended. That's unheard of, but entirely possible. Tell the registrar your modifications and it'll be extended." Ariel was thrown for a loop. She never heard of a modified knife for anything other than a blade material and the grip. It was possible though.


She looked at her club members. More specifically Bianca and Drakon. He had a problem with Quincy, and that in itself was a problem. She didn't say anything. Just hoped that it wouldn't be too much of an issue and that it wouldn't cause infighting. They really didn't need that when dealing with the paranormal. Whatever Drakon's problem was, Ariel hoped it would be solved soon. Ariel didn't see a problem with Quincy, which made her come to the conclusion that whatever Drakon was feeling towards her was something personal, and not something she said or did to him........unless it happened during the school day.

Whatever. Back to business



Ariel put on her signature smile. This one was actually genuine instead of covering her actual thoughts. She waited until everyone chose their weapons before speaking. "If everyone's ready, we'll go into briefing and hit this case as soon as possible."

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[BackSet]

Drakon's hopes Rose as soon as he heard the word "briefing." Yes! They were finally going to tackle some real supernatural phenomena. His mood was improved immensely and a visible smile appeared on his face. "Alright!" He said out loud. "Time to take on some supernatural forces!"

 

[GrieveWriter]

Quincy seemed positively giddy once she heard that her modifications would be possible, and after nodding in thanks she turned to rub the blunt side of her blade and coo "Oh I can just see all the Supernatural beasties we shall slay together, but at the moment you have not the length required to truly satisfy me. Let's get you fixed up."

And with that she took a moment to walk off to the Justicar to have the Kitchen Knife modified.

Item Acquired:
Extended Kitchen Knife- With a length similar to that of a shortsword, this is not the kind of tool one uses for recreational cooking. This piece of cutlery has a sticky grip designed to reduce the possibility of disarming, and is also easily cleanable for convenience.

"Heheheh, it even gets a sheathe."

The Eccentric returned several moments later spinning grandly into view with her oddly long knife sheathed at her side "Oh yes, this will do nicely until I can find something more appropriate. The dear Registrar knows their craft, although I suppose they must considering the amount of weapons here that people have probably requested modified. But then again-"

Before she could devolve into more curious ramblings, she heard their Club Leader mention a briefing and folded her arms behind her back "I suppose we should move quickly depending on the severity of the case, ne'er-do-wells never seem to have patience in their mischief."

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[CoolGuy]

What a vague answer. Max felt like Quincy was just using him to monologue. It wasn't even what he meant in the first place. She moved on to machetes, and he could see that she was unlikely to dedicate her attention to their conversation, so he decided to look around as well. Even if he knew his chosen weapon, it'd be a waste not to admire this awesome display.

He squatted to look at the switchblades. Any one of them was larger, deadlier, sharper, and leagues better than his own. They would be infinitely more effective in the long term, medium term, and short term. A shame. He stood up. There were other weapons he wanted to examine.

There were a few weapons that didn't seem very modern. Swords, halberds, the kind of weapons that weren't used in modern warfare, to his knowledge. One stuck out to him. A spear. It drew him towards it. He'd read about spears before. They were good for militia, in that they could be very effective with very little skill. A gun could do more damage, and was, all in all, a better weapon, but still. Max was struck with the thought of king Arthur's spear, which Mordred impaled himself on to kill him. A grim thought, but somehow enticing.

If he looked any further, he'd be pressured to choose a new weapon, so he hurried over to the registrar and wrote down the modification he wanted made to his pocket knife. He requested only a silver tip. Perhaps it wasn't the most creative improvement, but it was certainly significant. He wasn't much of a fighter anyway. They had already confiscated his knife, so he assumed he wouldn't have to provide them with a new one for them to modify.

Item Acquired:
Silver tipped pocket knife - Though not terribly effective, this knife is much better at attacking the occult than any regular knife. It's also easily concealable and portable. It has a silver tip and is much sharper than a normal knife.

Shortly after he was returned his knife, Ariel announced that they were going to be briefed. He slipped his knife into his pocket, as was its location, and joined the others near Ariel. "We're all going on this together?"

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