Rep didn't linger long after the orientation in the classroom, he wasn't about to head back to seek out a dorm room until he was suitably armed to deal with anyone he ran into. Back home he didn't leave his house without at least one knife on his person, preferably several, it made him feel safer to know if he was jumped they'd be dealing with a razor sharp surprise. But that was at home in Scotland, where guns were all but unheard of outside the foreign drug pushers in gangs. Here there was the fact there were guns and who knew what other weapons to be dealt with, he was no longer even close to safe and as a result, he felt utterly naked in a way he hadn't in years.
And so he descended the stairs into the cove, uncertain of what awaited him at the bottom, and looked around the gloom, waiting on his eyes to adjust slowly, raising a brow at the stone tablets. There weren't any weapons down here? He was expecting an armoury of sorts, guns and blades and the like laid out for his perusal, he was hoping to pick a massive gun for the sake of intimidation tactics. So it was with disappointment that he even on closer inspection he found nothing at all other than the rows and rows of stones.
He froze dead in his investigation as a faint susurration met his ears, making a chill run up his spine. Were there people down here?
"Eh..this..isn't very funny." he stammered, lest it be hunters playing some sort of trick on him, another trial and covering his bases to keep his pride intact. But the whispers neither quietened nor became understandable. He wandered nearer to the stone tablets and reached out tentatively with a hand to touch one, pulling away almost as if burned by the contact as a distinctly odd feeling overtook ******** things are probably radioactive" he spat, sidling away from it bristling with barely suppressed fear, of course being Rep, oblivious to the actual effects of radiation. He wasn't even sure what he was looking for in here, simply that he was utterly unnerved by the strangeness of the place, tempted to leave and ask what the hell the deal was, stopped only by sheer curiosity. He peered a little closer at the tablet he'd touched moments before and realised in doing so that it had what looked like a dagger etched onto its surface. Perhaps it was an exchange procedure, you took your strange tablet to the office and got a weapon. Like some sort of shop.
Just as he was musing on this, the whisper he had heard on first wandering into the room seemed to intensify, becoming easier to pinpoint though no less easy to understand the words. It was frustrating. He stalked along the wall irritably. "This isn't ******** funny at ALL." he growled as he finally found the source of the sound. One of the tablets inexplicably seemed to be producing the whispers, faint but irritating like an mp3 player left on too loud. Curiosity prompted him to reach out again, this time taking hold of the tablet and tugging to see if he could uncover the source. It pulled free.
What happened next he could never have anticipated. What was whispers became solid words. LOUD words. Words right in his head, completely bypassing his ears.
Even as he was still reeling from the shock of this, he found his hands full, yanked to the floor by the sheer weight of the weapon which suddenly materialised in them, leaving him bent double over an utterly massive axe that took both hands to even heft, looking utterly baffled.
"What the ********?" It wasn't eloquent but he felt it summed up his feelings pretty well.
"NO." he snapped. "That's called being a ******** homo."
"Why of all the ******** weapons do I get a ladyboy one?"
"Whatever you say Tracey." he snorted dismissively
"Tracey to me."
He almost dreaded to ask his next question. "And what exactly were you before you were..an axe?" he could only hope it was something macho to compensate for the voice.
"Well, ********." Rep could only facepalm. It was just his luck. Really. The only consolation was the ludicrous size of the weapon in his hands, at least it looked impressive. He'd just have to tell a few white lies about its origins.
Yes. Lie. Lying sounded just fine.
He was already trying to come up with ways to bluff that he'd bonded to some kind of hot woman because she couldn't resist his manly charms. Though he was aware that he would likely need to make some sort of private compromise with Tracey.
"I'm Rep." He grunted in a reluctant undertone, as good as signing a truce in Rep's private language.
Another grunt was the fallen angel's only reply as hefting the axe up in his arms, Rep headed out of the cove to seek out his dorm. He had a lot to try and get his head around, he really hadn't been counting on sharing his thoughts with another person, thoughts that had always been so private, riddled with insecurities and worries as they were. It was going to take a long time to get used to.
He paused his his step. "******** off."
It was going to be interesting.
