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damned_institute2012-06-20 10:18 pm
ninelivesonce) wrote in damned_institute2012-06-20 10:18 pm
Night 64: F01-10 Hallway
There were words for mercenaries who had a gun under not only their pillow, but a knife between every sock in their drawer. Taura's arsenal hadn't hit that stage, but it was getting a little embarrassing. Especially without anything more than a belt and a fraying, delicate purse. Well, not delicate by normal standards, but it was intended for shopping, not carrying what amounted to a bundle of blades. She put the stunner in it alongside the materia, and tucked the strap-on claws back in her box. The throwing star she could just carry -- it wasn't like she had far to go, and two weapons would be plenty while she was just waiting for Rita to get out of bed and stumble down to the hall.
Really, the only reason she even needed the throwing star was to have something to fidget with without looking like she was just waiting for an ambush. The radio could come along as well.
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Really, the only reason she even needed the throwing star was to have something to fidget with without looking like she was just waiting for an ambush. The radio could come along as well.
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