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Politely, Maya listened to Reagan speak with as much interest as she could muster. She didn't know how a weapon was supposed to 'call out' to her, but she's seen and heard weirder things in the past few weeks. Nothing should surprise her anymore.
Maya has never seen so many weapons gathered in one place before. She saw the armory once before, when she first arrived, during a short tour of the place but she hadn't gone in before. She had no reason to at the time. Its rather fascinating to see all the different weapons, and a bit terrifying if she's being completely honest. She's never handled a true weapon before. There would be the rare occasion where she would be home alone and sleep with a bat by her bed, but otherwise, she had no reason to need or want a weapon.
Indecision gnawed at her gut for a moment as he watched the others go about their business. Finding their own weapons, and she could only stare. She had no idea how to even decide what she would need. Every time she picked something up - a sword (Nope,) a spear (that fit her parentage, but felt wrong in her hands), Maybe knives like Reagan uses (definitely not.) She would sigh and set it back down in defeat. It all felt wrong in her hands, too heavy, or awkward. Besides, she has no clue how to handle them correctly.
She gave up for a moment to observe Ezra's progress, he seemed to have similar problems until he went to grab a weapon that the others warned him away from. She watched, with unveiled and renewed interest as he was 'claimed.' Maya let her eyes trail back to the weapons, scanning them a second time over until her eyes landed on a smaller pair of blades, almost the length of her forearms - daggers? She didn't know the technical word for it but their length made her think they were more sword than dagger. She neared them, taking in the intricate designs on the silver hilts.
The idea of handling it made her feel a bit nervous, but the moment she picked them up her fears fled. They were slightly heavier than the smaller daggers she had tried out earlier but much lighter than the clunky swords that felt awkward in her small hands. Somehow, the grips feel as if they've been made for her. She gets the impression that it'll be much easier to rely on speed where these weapons are concerned, there's nothing "heavy-hitting" about them.
They were perfect. Now all she needed was armor - another headache in and of itself.
~*~
"See, you are a much better babysitter than I am." Cas only half pays attention to Reagans spiel as he passes by her and heads into the armoury, he's already got his preferred weapons tucked into his pockets. The bladed knuckle dusters had been a bit surprising to him at first. They didn't exactly seem like weapons the kind of weapons that would fit in among those in the armoury. Yet, there they had been and the day Cas first saw them he knew they were a gift to him. They worked perfectly for him, the kind of weapon that let him be as quick and stealthy as he wanted - or as brash; Which, he preferred.
He's just turned back around when Ezra is suddenly, and rather unexpectedly claimed by Khione. Cas has seen a dozen of these claimings by now, and he can read the mild confusion on the guys face easily.
"Hey," He heads over and claps Ezra on the shoulder, grinning despite himself. "Pretty cool huh? Looks like Khione is your godly parent." The Less known gods and godesses kids are much more rare to see, but Cas doesn't bother telling Ezra that. "Be careful with that thing, might poke an eye out." He motions towards the spear as he glances to the other new kid. She seems to be doing alright on her own. He doesn't think that Ezra will need much help either from the looks of it.
After spending roughly a few minutes or so minutes gathering armor and what not he made his way towards the roster to double check who would be on which team. Luckily, none of the new ducklings besides the mildly broody guy from earlier would be on his team, alongside Lexa, urgh. At least he knows she can handle herself far better out there than he can. He only spares a few seconds to wonder how useful the new guy will be - with any luck, useful enough to pull together a first-time win for their team.
He returns to the mini campers before they can go scampering off in any other directions.
"You guys are with Reagan, good luck keeping up." He laughs a little under his breath, it only makes it that much more likely that his team will win with Reagan having to lead the new fish.