When he arrived at the supply issue, he was apparently one of the first few students to do so. There was no one standing outside. No line, much to his relief. The other students were probably preoccupied with other things. To Kuhaku, the maintenance of his weapon was priority. His body and wellbeing came as an afterthought. Weapon, body, mind, that was the order of priorities. Looking up at the sign above the office-like space, his ears drooped as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. He looked down at his Scroll to check if this was the correct place. It was. Looking back up at the marquee, he couldn't believe how unnecessarily long its name was.

[I]"Uniform Issue, Supply Warehouse and Requisitions Office..."[/I] he read to himself.
Seriously, what IS that? 

Shrugging and shaking his head, he walked into the building and immediately recoiled at the stench he was assaulted with. Eyes watering and nostrils burning, the strong smell of bleach and ammonia permeated the sterile white office. Well, at least there was no one inside waiting around. He was alone, for now. Good. Wiping at his eyes, he quickly regained his composure as he stood in front of the receptionist's desk. Seeing a cup of pens and sticky notes, Kuhaku quickly wrote down what he needed and looked up at the receptionist to hand him the slip of paper. 

The crusty old man at the desk gave him a once over and shot off on a tirade regarding Kuhaku's odd mask and silence. Kuhaku stood there with the slip between his fingers a bit awkwardly, his ears slowly drooping again. The old man either didn't see it or refused to take it until he was finished with his tangent. Kuhaku wished he would just shut up and take the paper slip from him. It appeared that the old man working at the desk had been there for some time. Going on about something regarding how strange today's youth was and their fashion choices. How back in his day the Hunter's forged weapons were simple things, not the complex and transformative weapons of today. Once done, the wizened man finally took the slip of paper from him and read it much to Kuhaku's relief. Peering at what Kuhaku had written down, he turned away and walked away towards the back grumbling to himself. Kuhaku wondered if most of the receptionist's grump came from the awful smell of the place.

Returning, the old man set a pack on the counter and shoved an electronic tablet in front of Kuhaku's face.
[B]"Print your team name, print your full name, sign, date and time."[/B] the old man grumbled.
Blinking, Kuhaku took the stylus and filled out the logged information as requested. 
The old man took the tablet away and returned to his chair, still muttering underneath his breath. 
It could've been possible he was unhappy about his career choices. Whatever. He didn't care.
Kuhaku grabbed the pack and walked out of the building, glad to have that over and done with.

Sighing, he pulled out his Scroll to locate his room's number along with directions. After a little time, he found his room and stood outside its door staring at it. He didn't quite enjoy the fact that he would be sharing this room with 3 other students for the next few years. Two of them human. Two of them females. He wondered if there was a curfew. If not, he could just sleep in one of the school's many gardens. Shaking his head he grabbed the door knob, turned and opened it. Walking in, he closed the door shut behind him. He quickly picked a bed and dropped his pack on the ground next to it. Plopping his bottom next to the bag and bed, he pulled out its contents and set some of the items on the mattress. Mostly his school uniforms, neatly folded. The rest were a set of tools and materials which he left in the pack.

He unhooked his gauntlets from his belt and removed his winch from his back, beginning to work on them. Unspooling the metal chains on his winch, he replaced it with braided steel cables. The chains left in pile next to him. Using a random assortment of tools, he disassembled his gauntlets and laid its parts spread out in an organized fashion. Quietly examining its parts, he rapidly reassembled it but left out some of its unnecessary armor and its metal spike. Rummaging through his pack, he pulled out some leather and began to cut and fashion a crude leather bracer. Punching holes and sewing it up, he slipped the bracer onto his arms and flexed his fingers to check the general fit and feel. Good enough for now. Grabbing the skeleton of his gauntlets, he laid it over the leather bracer and locked it onto his arms. Examining his crude alterations to his weapon, he was happy with the general look and feel of the weapon.

Picking up the metal spike, he wondered if he should machine a new one. Perhaps a spike more like an arrow or harpoon with serrations. Removing his gauntlets, he put away the unused materials and tools and set his equipment in front of him. Creating a mental checklist of what final work needed to be done. He needed to have eyelets/hooks on the ends of his winch's cables, fashion a higher quality leather bracer, and potentially machine a different spike. Nodding to himself, he picked up the skeleton of his gauntlets and removed the Dust Crystals embedded within them with a tool. Replacing them with new ones from his pack. Satisfied with his alterations, he set his equipment on his chosen bed and tossed the pack given to him at its foot after pulling a towel from it.

He swiftly stripped off all of his clothes and tied the towel around his waist tightly. Next on his agenda was to shower, launder his clothes, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Scanning his space, he made sure everything was neatly put away. Satisfied, he left the room wearing only his towel and searched for the shared showers..