[center][u][h3]Kuhaku Shiro - Lake[/h3][/u][/center]

     Startled by the sudden appearance of two odd looking drones, Shiro nearly tossed his newly gifted Scroll aside from the shock. Thankfully, he didn't, interrupted mid-completion of his message. Locking the plastic-wrapped device and pocketing it, Shiro tilted his head in curiosity at the machines. They didn't look like anything that belonged to the Beacon Academy proper. They appeared unique and to be custom built. When their lights flooded on and bathed everything in brightness, Shiro flinched and brought up his arms to shield his eyes. His vision eventually restoring, he swam a little closer to the drones and watched intently as they began to work. It looked as though they Drones were sorting through the treasure pile. Removing anything that resembled a short sword or dagger and organizing them into their own separate spot. Smiling in Gren's rebreather, Shiro figured that Gren had worked quickly and filled in everyone topside before they jumped in after them. These drones must've been the weapons belonging to another classmate of his. What useful creations they were, working as quickly and efficiently as they did. He'd have to thank their creator once this mission was complete. As fast as they were working to pick apart the mound of refuse, it looked like this mission would be done sooner rather than later. Continuing his dig through the collection of junk, he decided that it may help the drones work faster if Shiro scattered the contents of the junk pile around. Instead of one single aggregate cluster to have to dig through. Completely forgetting to send his message to Gren and the others. 

     As his claws worked to separate the materials, something dawned on him. Shiro didn't know exactly how the daggers even looked. Stopping, he realized what a conundrum he was in. He surely had some idea of what they looked like, Sapphire fought and used them a couple times around him. But, due to Sapphire's unapproachable demeanour Shiro never took a deep interest in her equipment as he did with other student's weapons.

Scream garbled by bubbles and lake water, Shiro had a breakdown.
Curses censored by the rebreather, he flailed and randomly swung around at the open water.
Stomping and kicking, punching and swinging.
He grabbed at his silvery-white hair, unable to believe that he'd been so foolish and stupid.
Shiro doesn't know what Sapphire's daggers even looked like.
You'd think that the most important part of his little mission was to familiarize himself with the object he was attempting to retrieve.

Nope. Just stripped down, grabbed some goggles, a light, and dive right in.

[i]"FFFFFFFUUUUUUUU...........!!!!!!!!!!!"[/i]