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Koali:
"Right. So I'm thinking of a weapon I read about in some old story about a bunch of people who went around hunting monsters. It's an axe... That turns into a sword! There's one that starts out as some kind of hammer, too, which should be perfect!"

ShadedExalt:
"A switch axe is wayyyyyyyyy too big for you to use.  Why not go with that dagger?  I have a design in mind..."

Corvo Attano's blade, from Dishonored

Carn:
Carn takes the confounding route, through the sewers, then alleys, back to the docks. Alison following, listening to Alister explain the job.

"And this is the transport."

"So, that's explains your mood. I could tell you were out for blood, didn't know why though."

"Your point?"

"You can be more unpredictable when your like this. I can never tell when you'll do something amazingly stupid."

"Gee, thanks. Are you in, or not?"

"It's 10,000 crowns, of course I'm in."

"Then we have our medical officer."

"And infiltrator."

Koali:
"Naw, I've got plans for this knife, and the switch axe would be small enough for me to wield. You don't actually need much weight to cause extreme blunt force trauma!"

(Note: this is actually true. Someone who owned a historically accurate war hammer decided to hit a beer cooler with it. The metal exterior was dented, and the plastic inside was shattered.)

Piemanlives:
Militia Headquarters; Cathedral

"We need to get you a set of survival gear, best to come prepared, even if we don't need it." Reagan lead Amelia through the hallways as they talked.

"And we're here because?" If they were looking for equipment shouldn't they be at the market or something?

"Because even though we can buy everything we need, why buy when we can grab things from storage?"

Reagan opened a door and the two of them stepped out into the storage yard, a number of warehouses in use by the militia stood in rows within the fenced in compound. Trucks entered and exited at will, carrying boxes and personnel. A board stood close by, listing the different warehouses and what was stored in them, similar boards stood at the gates.

"We need warehouse 2, and here it is." She patted the wall that was a few feet from the board. "Lets go."

She opened the door and walked in, Amelia followed soon after and, while not gaping like an idiot, was surprised at the rather high quality of the equipment stored here. Shelves holding numerous boxes and racks of equipment dominated the warehouse floor, a few office workers could be seen taking stock of items and a number of guardsmen were signing out various pieces of equipment. Reagan of course knew exactly what she was looking for, passing her a few odds an ends as they walked passed. The first thing had been a hood sown into a hat with an accompanying face mask, they replaced the worn repair equipment she had with her and also grabbed a satchel and tool belt. They signed all of that out and walked to the armory where they gave her a side arm, a rather light revolver with nominal stopping power.

"It will keep you safe, should get you a real weapon though, still lets go stow our equipment in the transport, probably a locker we can claim for our selves."

The two of them made their way back to the docks where the transport was tethered, they were greeted by the backs of a rapidly familiar man and a walking armory.

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