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First Person P.O.V.

Tuesday, 06:15, October 23rd, 2104

Like every other day here, I get up and out of my bed, walking out of the barracks and-wait, fuck, I'm forgetting something.

Oh yeah, the box, still haven't turned that in to Cinder despite how much time it's been, I just keep forgetting about it, should probably do that right now before I forget again.

Walking back into the barracks and over to my bed, I grab the black box from my bed and exit the barracks, again, and since I don't really have any idea as to where Cinder spends her time in here when she's around, I just start to wander aimlessly throughout the warehouse, entering and exiting random rooms as I search for her.

The search, thankfully, doesn't take that long, and I end up finding her in a small, secluded room, looking through some papers on a desk, suppose she was given this room to stay in while she's here.

Her attention turns from the papers to me once I open the door, motioning for me to enter which I promptly do, box in hand as I step inside and approach her, close the door, and speak up.

"Hello miss, I have something that I think might be of interest to you, I was going to show it to you two months ago, right after we stole the Paladin, but I forgot and also needed to spend a bit of time researching it."

Cinder puts her papers down on her desk as I speak, turning to look at me, her amber eyes staring directly at my dark brown ones, Oum, it's like she's staring into my soul, I don't like it.

Cinder: "What is it that you would like to show me?"

"It's this, gimme a moment."

I press the buttons located on the box a few times, randomly mashing them in no particular order for a few seconds before remembering the combination and unlocking it, clicking on the file featured on the holographic screen that came out of it.

"Project Silver Eyes, I have no idea what it is but I thought that it would interest you, tried to look into it myself for a few weeks, came up with nothing but a few really weird conspiracy theories from ages ago."

Her eyes seem to widen for a moment as I name the project but they return to their normal size soon after.

Cinder: "Project Silver Eyes...where did you find this?"

"Found it in the oversized train car the Paladin was stored in, no idea why they would leave this in there with minimal protection but that isn't really important."

Cinder: "And why did you want to show me this?"

"I thought that information about a secret government anti-Grimm weapon that practically nobody else knows about would be interesting to you, or someone of a higher rank than you, at the very least."

She leans back in her chair slightly, crossing one leg over the other before responding.

Cinder: "You are correct. You've done well in finding this and bringing it to me."

"Yay."

I raise both my hands in the air temporarily before walking over to her and handing the box over to her.

Cinder takes the box from me, closing the file on the holographic screen before turning the whole thing off and putting it away somewhere in her desk.

Cinder: "Not interested in sticking around, I assume?"

"I never said that ma'am, being able to hold a one-on-one conversation with someone as strong and important as you is a reward in of itself."

I move one arm across my chest and bow slightly.

A smirk grows on her face, so I'm doing something right with the whole bowing thing.

Cinder: "You're more polite than most of the people I speak to."

"You're deserving of the respect, surprised more people don't suck up to you with how powerful you are, only people I've seen actually show you a decent bit of respect are Emerald and Mercury, but then again I don't see you around much."

Cinder: "People tend to either fear those like me, or despise us. Very rarely will anyone show respect simply because they know someone is powerful and important."

"Well, people like you gave me a home, a job, and something to do with my life, so I at least have to show you some respect for that, regardless of whether I like you or not as a person I still need to do that at the very least."

She stares at me in silence for a few seconds.

Cinder: "Hm, I suppose that I can understand that mindset. Loyalty and respect out of obligation, correct?"

"Basically, yeah, I'll be taking my leave now."

I bow to her again before turning around and walking out of the room, leaning against one of the walls right next to the door in silence for a moment.

"Okaaaay, now what the hell do I do for the rest of the day?"

I look down at my magazine pouch before opening it, grabbing the various sword parts I took from the rubble of Junior's a few months ago.

"Guess I should get to fixing this."

I stop leaving against the wall and walk over to the warehouse's armory, entering it and walking over to one of the benches inside of the armory meant for repairing, upgrading and maintaining weapons, dropping all of the parts down on it to see what I'm working with since I never really payed attention to what parts I took, just grabbed what I could.

I apparently only managed to grab the blade itself, the shaft and guard, everything else that was used to make up the sword was left behind, still, I can work with this.

"Everything but the blade is lame, I'll make the rest from scratch."

I toss every part of the sword but the blade over to a box meant to store spare parts for repairs, now, what the hell do I make the rest look like and out of?

"Maybe I should remake the sheath to be like that of a shikomizue, they have cool wooden sheaths, is there any good wood around here?"

There IS some good wood around here, in the exact same box I chucked the parts I didn't want to use into, convenient.

I grab two large pieces of wood and put them down on the bench, alongside a chisel and that orange marker in my back pocket and a handsaw, I chop one of the pieces of wood in half and lay most of the blade down on the inside of one of the pieces of wood, tracing the outline of it with the marker before doing the same with the other half, putting the marker away and moving the blade before using the chisel to carve away at the outlines just enough where the blade will fit comfortably inside of the two if they are brought together.

Then I just combine the two by lathering them in a fuck-ton wood glue.

"Well that's half of it, now for the shaft, heh, shaft."

I grab the other piece of wood I grabbed and use the chisel again to slowly and carefully carve a notch, hole, thing on top of it for the bottom of the blade to be seated inside, and since I can't be bother to spend any more time on this to make it so that it'll last more than a few months maximum, I dump a bunch of wood glue inside the hole, seat the bottom of the blade inside of it and fill any gaps in the hole with more glue.

"It works, at the very least, should be decent for a fight or two."

I put my new sword into it's sheath and place it down on the bench, carving away at the wood it's made up of then sanding it down with sandpaper to give it a rounder, less blocky shape, to it at least is a bit better on the eyes, before putting all the tools I used away and leaving the armory, stuffing my sheathed blade behind my back with my shotgun.

"Hell do I do now?"

Might as well wander aimlessly again.

Wait nevermind Roman's here, and staring at me wandering.

Roman: "Something on your mind, kid?"

"I'm fucking BOOOORED! We've had practically nothing interesting to do ever since that whole Paladin thing two months ago, I'm just trying to keep myself entertained until the next big thing."

He rolls his eyes at my words.

Roman: "Bored, huh? Well, I do have a suggestion, but I don't think it falls under what you think is interesting."

"I do not care right now, if I end up not liking it I'll probably get over it anyways in a few hours, what is it?"

Roman: "We've got some Intel on a shipment of Dust coming from Atlas that's going to be offloaded at the docks tomorrow night, could use a extra set of hands to move the cargo."

Oh, I used to do stuff like that all the time when I first joined.

"Okay, guess I can do that, haven't done any work transporting goods in a while."

Roman: "Alright, sounds good. We'll need to prepare vehicles and make sure everything is ready. I'll handle the arrangements, just be ready by tomorrow night."

"Cool."

Well, got nothing else to do, might as well go to sleep until tomorrow.

I walk away from Roman and back through the main sector of the warehouse, into the barracks and onto my bed, getting into a comfy position before falling asleep for the rest of the night.