He had examined sector oo2 throughly, found his apartment, and gathered a fair amount of information pertaining to the enigmatic land they called ‘Hive City’, and even then Hubert was not satisfied.
It was inevitable, really. What with his apartment and sector being the repulsive and lacking place that it was, and the information he received made little sense, too. Not to mention that, although he’d been supplied with a weapon, it was far from reassuring. In fact, until now it never crossed his mind that such a pitiful piece of wood was deserving to be called a weapon.
In his eyes, it still didn’t deserve to be referred to as such.
The wooden hilt felt foreign in his grip, as the young lieutenant absently swung the blade vertically, horizontally, diagonally, attempting to gain some sort of feel for the poor excuse of a weapon. It wasn’t as if he’d never wielded a sword before—or something so piteous and wooden, either, but much time had passed since those days, and he was more than accustomed to his dualblade, after all.
Hubert flashed a sardonic grin, shook his head, and, letting his arm fall to his side, he resumed his treck through the new and unfamiliar sector. oo5, to be exact. He’d caught wind of the many shops and vendors and countless wares this sector had to offer, and, upon even the most cursory of examinations, he found that this area might have the potential to meet his expectations. Might.
The sole intent of this shopping trip was to fit himself with a newer, much more durable weapon, if it were possible—which it should be. One of these shops had to carry weapons, and that was the bare minimum. There could be more, for all he knew.
While glancing over the the many buildings, he soon took note of the fact that his hand no longer maintained its grip on the wooden sword, and it had been lost in the crowd. As he was currently unable to find the store he sought, he began to accept the notion that maybe, such a place didn’t exist in Hive City, and, if that were the case, that ‘sword’ would be his only form of self-defence. Letting an exasperated sigh escape him, Hubert began to retrace his steps, hoping, praying, that no harm had come to it—
Habitually, Hubert adjusted his glasses, gaze rapidly scanning the ground, finally settling on the sword, now snapped in two, and the supposed culprit standing nearby. Without wasting another moment, the young man strode towards the stranger, with arms folded tightly across his chest and a scowl upon his face.
“You—! Do you have any idea of what you’ve just done?! You have destroyed a vital piece of equipment!”
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