This sure is pointy, isn’t it? | Lowell | Prologue | ATTN: Junpei
Lowell would’ve expected a lot of rooms, but an armory? Now that was something that he wouldn’t have suspected to be in this vicinity - and it didn’t bode well for any of them, at least in his opinion.
(What kind of experiments were they trying to do exactly?)
However, seeing was believing, so Lowell headed to the place and was still taken aback to see weapons hanging around, ready to be taken by just about anyone. No security here whatsoever, which was definitely concerning.
... Then again, maybe these were just really well-made replicas? It’s not like as if he was a stranger to making look things more lifelike than they were - kind of came with his talent and all.
Thus, the tall boy approached one of the swords and after hesitating for a moment, he touched the surface of the supposed blade - and almost shuddered when it felt incredibly cold against his fingers.
“Holy shit, they’re actually the real deal. What the fuck?”
Even though the sword couldn’t really do anything against him without a human holding it in its hands, he still took a step back from it. It’s not like he was scared of a mere object - after all, he was a manly man who didn’t fear a single thing! But... just thinking about the implications made him uncomfortable.
“Fucking hell, those shitheads don’t even try to hide how goddamn shady they are...”