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 Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 1:05 pm
Not much you can get here. Broomsticks, swords, daggars, shields. Anything for modern warfare...
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 5:02 pm
Melanie walked into the Armory and saw a boy barely older than her manning the service desk. It was more like a fruit crate that the guy seemed to use as a chair, but it didn't matter to her. She began asking in as sweet and polite as possible a voice, "Excuse me, but may I have a new rapier? The one I had received in the Arena had broken during the recent battle, and I would like to request a replacement."
Either the guy wasn't paying attention, or he didn't understand a word she just said. "What's a 'rapier'?"
"It's a type of sword. You know, like the ones Spaniards and fancy Frenchmen used to use centuries ago?" Mel pointed toward one that was hanging on the wall.
"Oh, you mean that toothpick? Sure, you can have it! I just need your name and school..."
"Phoebe Bennette, School of Death." The guy became confused. He looked at the register again, then called his boss who looked like Hulk Hogan on steroids.
After whispering a bit, the burlier man said in a thundering voice, "Your name's not on here."
"What?! But, how...?" Then she remembered the fiasco at the Forum with the Dean. He did correct the attendence sheet, right? "How about Melanie Bennette?"
The two nodded a "yes" and she accepted it, saying that it was some enrollment mistake and that her name was really Phoebe. However, Mel still didn't feel right... She took the rapier and left.
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