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[color=548b54][h3]Dulga Tarata[/h3][/color][/center]

Dulga gently put a hand on Mako's hand around her wrist, pulling it off. She bowed her head and headed towards the door. But before she left Dulga had a few things to say. [color=548b54]"How many have to die before he's stopped? How long do you think I have before he comes here seeking a challenge? You know it as well as I do that he seeks the strongest, and Komei has it. You can hope that he never comes here. I will be ready for him."[/color] Dulga left Mako's room without another word, heading straight to her father's home. She needed to get things from there. With information about Kansai, Dulga needed to gather weapons. No more worry about rules and laws. Now only training and preparation. She needs more guns.

It was a long walk from the school to her home. Her father, ever the hermit, made sure that anyone who'd want to visit him would have to go by foot. He lived far away from any trams, and the apartment he was in had roads too narrow for cars. Even walking wasn't going to be easy as he lived in a maze of a neighborhood. You'll sooner end up in Tokyo than find his home. And it wasn't just because her father was paranoid; he just liked the complexity. Perhaps this was why he was so good at making weapons as he enjoyed the challenge of creating complex things even if they looked simple on the outside. And it was likely the reason why he felt so depressed after the lost of the Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, since he'll never be able to think up of anything greater than that. Even if other dismiss it as simply a blade, to her father that sword was more than a blade. It was part of who he was. Dulga still felt a seething anger at Mako, knowing that she was the one who had stolen it.

Eventually Dulga would arrive to her father's apartment. It was a small but secure place, relying both on it's unassuming appearance and advanced security system to prevent common thieves from breaking in. Though Dulga was certain that anyone who actually knew about this place could plan ahead and rob it blind. But Dulga wouldn't allow them to take anything, not before her. Entering the apartment it was dark and smelled stale. It was immaculately clean, as her father often liked. There wasn't even a speck of dust, yet it also was completely devoid of life. She immediately went over to her room. Much like the rest of the apartment it was empty, more so since Dulga had removed all her belongings form there. All but a few. Underneath Dulga's bed was a secret compartment, hidden underneath even the carpet. Moving the bed out of the way Dulga accessed the safe and inside was her mother's veritable armory; a huge cache of guns, more than what a single woman would need. But for Dulga she wondered if it would be enough. [color=548b54]"I'll make it work."[/color]

Packing the guns into a large black plastic case, not unlike the one her other two guns are in, Dulga put her bed back and left a note for her father mentioning that she had stopped by. With her mother's guns with her Dulga walked back from her apartment to the dormitory. She still needed to decorate her room, not to mention do her homework. So many pointless little things, but if she wanted to be ready to fight Kensai, she needed to be here at Komei. If only the school understood this and would let her do what she had to, instead of distracted her with all this teenage angst.

[@Silver Carrot]