Requiem of Blood

~ Shadow ~ VI ~

"Is this really ethical..?"

Neuvillette asked. He stood in a room with Navia, one foot up on a chair, the other supporting his weight as Navia tightened gun holster around the mans thigh. The first strap was tight around his upper thigh, the second, in the process of being tightened by Navia.

"Yes, mainly because I don't have any more chest harnesses, so this will have to do." Navia said, pulling the black leather tight, causing Neuvillette to grunt a little. "Alright, other leg up."

Neuvillette, unwillingly, obliged, swapping legs to put the other foot up on the chair. Navia, again, pulled the leather harness around his upper thigh and pulled it tight, Neuvillettes eyes widening as he grunted and looked away from Wriothesley.

Wriothesley, who was admiring a silver revolver, looked to the display, smirking slightly.

"I know you're smiling over there, you smug bastard." Neuvillette said. He wasn't even looking in the mans direction, but he could feel Wriothesley holding back laughter.

Sure enough, this caused the man to burst into a hearty laugh. "Sorry, Neuvillette- oh, your expressions are priceless." Wriothesley responded, catching his breath as he holstered the silver revolver.

Neuvillette huffed and put his leg down after Navia finished tightening  his leg holsters before handing Neuvillette two silver revolvers.

"Okay, both of you should also have belts with leather ammo pouches. These will hold some extra bullets for you." She said, smiling as she pointed to the belts she also equipped the pair with.

Neuvillette looked in the small leather pouch, spacious yet small. Perhaps he should wear these for work - archon knows he'd never lose a pen again. Navia then looked to Neuvillette and hummed quietly, proud of her handy work.

"Have you ever used a knife in combat before?" She asked, turning away the rummage through a wooden chest to the left of this weapons room she had.

"Aside from a letter opener or a butter knife, I haven't used a knife for anything else." Neuvillette responded. Navia chuckled and pulled out a small dagger, holding it up for Neuvillette to see.

"What do you think, hmm?" She hummed, waving it around before the white- haired mans face.

Neuvillette examined the knife, before tilting his head.

"And where would we put that..?" He asked. Navia grinned in response.

"Easy! I have a sheathe for it that attaches to your belt. Because your hair is so long you can hide it behind your back." She responded, walking around behind Neuvillette and pulling his belt out so she could attach the sheathe.

Wriothesley, who was now wrapping his hands with black bandages in a knuckle protecting form, looked over to the pair, seeing a very nervous Neuvillette as Navia strapped the daggers sheathe to his belt.

"I see your collection has grown Navia, to say I'm impressed is an understatement.." Wriothesley said, clenching his knuckles after having tucked in the end of the bandage.

"Do you collect.. um.. weapons..?" Neuvillette asked, peering back at the woman as she finished strapping the final addition to his belt.

She walked around infront of Neuvillette and nodded with a Cheshire cats grin on her face. "Yep! A hobby if you will, my umbrella doubles as a cannon- it's my pride and joy." The blonde said proudly, walking to the door and picking up her umbrella, putting it up to show a slender design of a barrel, then showing the nozzle on the top.

Neuvillettes jaw dropped, as he examined the piece.

'That... is definitely not legal..'

"I dare not ask if these are licensed.." Neuvillette mumbled.