Ye olde weapons shop
The now abandoned steel walled room sat with eight large steel topped tables illuminated by the evening sun were supported with ancient wooden legs. In the far right corner of the room sat another seemingly historical oak desk with a bronze lamp fastened to its corner the light forgotten to be turned of flickered as the old filament nearly as old as the desk finally destroyed itself. Behind each table pushed to the wall were sets of hickory workbenches with an assortment of tools lashed to the edge with leather strips. It was a peaceful scene in that was at home in the halls of beacon academy. Tho it was soon to be broken by the clout of boots and clank of armor in the hall growing louder.
Four teens came bursting in each dressed in their semi impractical combat attire seeing as three of the for only wore cloth lacking any hard armor but the last to enter the room was adorned in a green zip hoodie with large darkened steel spaulders upon his shoulders and steel plated jeans with the steel that peeked through some of the torn denim of a matte finish. While the first to enter was cloaked in a red cape and adorned in a short almost Victorian dress when the second and third wore tan and black vests respectively the latter of the two wearing a half skirt over her shorts.
Each took up residence at a different table at the back of the large room. Each one pulling their weapons from their sheaths and setting them upon the steel tables held within the large room.
The one in red was the one to break the silence after everyone stopped to admire their own work. "Hey James you said you'd be switching out your heavy rifle for a short mare's leg right." she finished.
The young man in green responded curtly, " yes and no you cannot borrow my breakdown garand.''
"Damn, I knew that you treat your stuff as if it were your own children but that's kinda cruel, ruby been asking you since the beginning of last semester,'' the blonde brawler threw in.
" Come on tech I'll only go after beowolves. please." ruby pleaded.
After caving in and giving up the fight to the short cloaked sniper James stood stating, " Fine but only beowolves no nevermore or ursa you hear me."
The sniper shook her head so fast that her red and black hair turned into a dark pink blur exclaiming, " yaaaah finally I get to shoot that old gun... what are you doing to my rifle."
" First of it is mine and second I'm not going to have you busting my glass," James replied pulling out the last bolt fastening the scope to the rifle's receiver, '' hope you're happy with iron sights."
"You know she'll hate that and doesn't have a spare let alone the right mounting for one." Blake the faunus added , breaking her own silence, before the sniper herself could respond.
"Okay, okay I'll make a copy of this one but you owe me a case of pop after this and it better be cold." James hurled back as his response as he scanned and then created a duplicate of the original scope tossing it to Ruby. It seemed they had work fast at repairing and refitting their equipment as everyone in the room was done with the exception being ruby refitting the receiver of the m1 garand James had lent her getting it nice and leveling the scope to be re zeroed the next morning. Each set out to their respective dorms to ready for whatever the next day might decide to throw at them.