Snippet #1804442

Lucy smiled up to Jude, tapping him on the chest and winking her red eye. "I'll see you later, hun, okay?" she sad, flicking her golden hair over her shoulder and waving as she made her way into the armory. She sighed and put her hands on her hips, wondering where to begin. There were so many weapons, all which looked equally fun to try her hand at.

Lucy chewed her lip, rotating around the room to see what attracted her the most while rubbing her fingers against the smooth orb. "Which one, which one. . ." she muttered to herself, annoyed by the delay. Her eyes danced over the people of the room, her mind tinkering over the thought that Looney had disappeared. Two females seemed to be chatting with a male while another boy seemed to be absorbed in collecting his weapons. Such beautiful toys. . .

"This one has your scent."

Lucy's eyes widened at the strange voice, turning around in her tracks to find the source. It sounded small, strange, unnatural. "Who said that?" she asked, seeing that none of the others in the room had spoken.

"It's faded, but I'm sure your scent is on this one." The voice paused before shouting, "Hey, down here!" Lucy released a small screech as something ran over her foot. Looking down, she saw a rather large rat peering up at her with black, beady eyes. "That's better," the rat squeaked, climbing up the table leg and scrambling over the weapons piled upon it. "As I was saying, this one smells like you."

Lucy scowled while rubbing her temples. The rat itself didn't bother her, growing up in New York lead her to see a rat that could have eaten Tom himself. It's just that they usually didn't talk. "I've spent way too much time with Looney," she muttered. She sighed and pulled a pleasant smile on her face, wondering how insane she would sound to the others. "Now, what were you saying?" she asked, keeping her voice low to evade the others' ears. "Something has my scent?"

"Yup!" the rodent squeaked happily. "These," it said, crawling into the pile and snatching a few weapons with his teeth. "These are yours, I think."

Lucy looked down to the selection warily. Two daggers and a Kusarigama. She lifted the Kusarigama first, surprised by its weight and comfort. Its hilt was worn slightly and perfectly contorted to her hand as if years of training had made it hers. She smiled and tucked the weapon into her belt and moved on to the daggers. They each had leather straps to attack to her body. With her skimpy clothes, the only place to conceal their identity was tucked into her knee-high boots. Once again, it was a perfect fit. "Thanks, Jerry," she said, turning to return into the room.

"Wait, you forgot this!"

Lucy paused and glanced to the rat to see it holding a chain from its mouth. Carefully she picked it up, confused at its worth. It appeared a pendent of sorts, a large talon wrapping around empty air. She smirked and pulled out her orb, fitting it perfectly into the creature's grasp before slipping it around her neck. She chuckled and looked to the rat. "Thanks, now don't go getting yourself hurt. But before you go, why can i talk with you?"

The rat wrinkled his nose as if amused. "You are the warrior of summoning, an ally to my kind. If you need anything, we will come to assist you. My great-great-great-great-great-"

"Speed it up, Jerry," Lucy hissed.

"-Grandfather worked with your past life. You can call up all sorts of creatures."

Lucy huffed in satisfaction, curious as to the limits, or lack of, her powers had. "See ya later Jerry. Don't get too close to any cats," she chuckled, twisting the chain of the Kusarigama around her fingers as she headed back into the main hall.