[h2][center] Oswald Connoly- Armory [/center][/h2]

[i]Shit, I totally forgot about the goggles Emm mentioned last week! And I had such lofty plans for them...[/i] Oswald gave Emerald a guilty look and dropped a hand roughly onto her head, messing her hair up before pulling it away and smirking at her. "I'm sorry, Emm, I totally forgot about those goggles. I promise we'll get to them. Just...probably not today. And we'll make them the coolest goggles ever, and we'll totally kick ass with them!" [i]Asshole, thy name is Oswald. At least Gren's here to help. He's kinda weird, but he seems like a good guy.[/i]

And then Anna returned fire. Direct hit, right to the heart. Even a man so thoroughly put-off by her obviously fake flirtatiousness couldn't resist the siren call of a young woman practically [i]throwing[/i] themselves at him. 

So he did the next best thing, and played along. "I do remember being contacted about some sort of survey like that. They wanted a lot of pictures..." Smirking, he decided that now was as good a time as any to get his gear. "I'll be right back." Standing up and slowly hobbling over to his equipment locker, Oswald cursed when he realized that he effectively had one arm for this. 

Laying his cane against the locker, Oswald carefully put his arm through the handles of his shield and awkwardly grabbed the guard of his sword, which dug slightly into his hand. Sighing, he closed the locker, grabbed his cane, and walked back, this time even [i]more[/i] awkwardly. 

Somebody had to be looking, right? Fuck it, let them look. 

Unceremoniously dropping his gear onto the desk, Oswald grunted and sat back down carefully. "Sword has a compartment in the handle for carrying Dust crystals, which you were so kind as to deliver a metric fuckload of to me. Uses them to fire a beam of energy out of the blade. Quite a useful thing for dealing with long-range foes, so long as I don't run out of Dust, at least." 

Nodding to himself, Oswald retrieved the schematics for his upgrade from his Scroll. "We're basically gonna turn this into a goddamned pile driver. I want this thing to punch through a manticore's fucking kneecaps and turn it into an overgrown slug."

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