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Richard offers his partner a nod before entering the bureau armory. Though to say that this was an armory was an understatement. Even from the little he saw from the counter window where the spectacled quartermaster looking over ledgers and clipboards, the room was massive. Rows upon rows of weapons lined the walls; ranging from the humble truncheon, to some weapons just recently approved for field use by the R&D division. He could see a number of individuals moving crates and other items on push carts to and fro the area. The quartermaster then finally took notice of the two that had entered the room placing a bookmark on the ledger, the man then carefully puts the ledger aside with the clip boards.

The man then grabs a requisition form and begins to fill it out. [b]"I assume its the usual for you, Argus."[/b] He then sets his gaze upon the dijin's partner. [b]"How 'bout you kid? Need anything fancier than your pea shooter there?"[/b] Richard is brought back to reality and soon answers the man. [color=brown]"Ah, I would like to get a baton. Specifically something good against undead? Also, I would need a couple flasks of holy water and a bag of blessed salt, Sir."[/color] The quartermaster was taken aback from the sudden formality. [b]"Shit, kid. No need for formalities here."[/b] The man then lets out a short but hearty laugh. [b]"Gimmie a moment. I'll get what you want in a bit, meanwhile can you both sign the form?"[/b]

Richard nods and comes closer to the desk and signs the requisition form to verify that this was for official bureau use and that we are liable to loss, damage, and/or destruction of requisitioned weapons and equipment.