centurion on rwby

Far from home Chapter 7

After a quick sprint, he rushed towards the arena as he noticed it was being used by someone, but he had paid little attention to them, let them have their moment, he shall have his. That's what mattered at the moment.

Feeling it was time, Felix moved towards the nearby locker room as he looked down, finding his keys amidst his clothes as he fished it out, pressing on a soft, plastic button as a small, bird-like chirp was heard from the long row of gray-colored lockers as he finally came to his.   

While according to Ozpin, it was normally against the rules to decorate the lockers as to uphold school policies, it wasn't against policy to have a clear mark on who owned whose lockers, as apparently certain students get mishaps and mixups on whose assigned lockers belonged to.

And to that end, Felix was allowed, and subsequently after observing on how a few students, particularly those higher than first years were able to decorate their lockers with something that personalizes it on a minimalistic scale.

As a result, Felix had affixed a small, iron plate in the shape of the Roman Aquila, something that drew others in as he remembered when one student; that very same bunny woman asked him about it.   

 He only told her that it reminded him of his village, something that seemed to perk the woman's ears as the Roman hummed, but nevertheless, he began to open up the locker.

Inside were aside from a few technologies that Ozpin was able to gift him with, such as a personal camera, without it attached to a Scroll. Schola-master Ozpin suggested that it could perhaps help him develop a...hobby or an activity outside of combat.   

 Felix grabbed the camera as he looked at it, still perplexed by its design and purpose, even though Ozpin had provided him a few lessons on how to use it, all the while inspecting its frame and vital components.  

 Felix rationalized it as an instant-portrait for mason-workers and artists, though understood that such a device would most likely aid a bard, a herald or simply, those of high importance who have their own aesthetics or another mere way to display their wealth.

And as he held it, he hummed, recalling that the bunny woman, Velvet as he recalled right, had a similar device to the one he's holding right now. Perhaps she could help teach him more. Putting it away, he swapped the device for both his machine gun, a replica of his Scutum and finally his gladius. But as he began to pick it up; a thought formed into his head as he put away the steel sword.   

Looking down to his free hand, he began to conjure up a thought, shaping it into a Gladius as black, inky slime or so began to coalesce onto his right hand, the Centurion feeling its power as he hummed, feeling the thought turn tangible.  

 Form...into a blade.' He says to himself, focusing as he could feel the firm grasp of a leathery handle.

'Yes...continue.' he told himself, feeling it as he soon opened his eyes; Revealing a Gladius, although the blade itself, while straight at where the guard would be...the tip of the blade was curved to an extent.

 "...Mirum (Strange)" He states, returning to Latin before coughing. "...Why curved?" he asks himself as he looks at the bladework itself.

The metal lookalike was hard and solid, as if made with good steel or iron. Yet he couldn't help but be concerned of the blade's durability, but nevertheless, he'll need to adapt to it.   

 And so, with some difficulty, he'll need to make it work. Thus, he grabbed what he'd need; a few magazines for his SMG, a waterskin filled with water and such. As he then turned to his new armor, actually, it wasn't his new armor just yet; He remembered having it be requested and to the specifications of his original, yet damaged armor. And that, with advice from Ozpin and Professor Port, he decided to make a request for his armor to be improved upon.