Considering that her stay on the Island had only encompassed a tent on the beach and a looming lighthouse, Emma had no idea where the 'weapons initiation chamber' was. The unnerving man, Rep, had already gone out of her sight, and so she was left with only one option. It took her a good fifteen minutes to gather the will to ask someone, just a random man in the hall, where she was meant to go. He regarded her like she was an idiot and simply pointed. It would have to do.

The trainee found the cove with some trepidation. It was a dark, dismal area, perfect for an ambush or some sort of trap. In her experience, this place was nothing if not terribly dangerous. Still, something drew her into the darkness.

Emma's gaze was drawn first to the single torch, her body still tensed and prepared for a surprise attack. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, though, she saw that this was very much different. Small tiles lay in the wall, glowing shapes inlaid. When in doubt, magic, right? Her lips slightly parted, she brushed her fingers gently over one of the tablets, a dangerous blade of some kind. To her, it was simply stone. Something wasn't right. She put her palm flat to the wall, walking down its length and observing the different... weaponry. Blades and maces, hammers and guns... was one of these hers? Was she meant to just choose one?

It was then that she noticed the odd sound... if it could be called a sound. It was almost an internal thrumming, a feeling more than something she actually heard. The young woman flexed her fingers against the stone, following the bare sensation. For a moment it seemed to grow stronger, only to peter out again as she passed an unmarked divider. How odd...

Emma raised her hand, lowered it, and at these vertical points the humming was the same. Something was wrong here. Maybe it had all been a mistake, maybe she had never been meant to awaken. Still, though, there was that humming, that strange vibration in it all. What else was there to do but begin again? She moved back to the left, closest to the torch, and placed her hand as high up as she could reach. The sound wasn't even there, as high or as low as she moved, touching each tile in turn. The further eastward she moved, the stronger the humming became, until it disappeared completely again. She stood up straight, reaching above her head, and there was nothing. She began to crouch, a knee in the dust--

Scccchhhhhhhaaaaah

Okay, now that was a noise. Emma's initial reaction was to turn at whatever had approached, and the idea struck her like a brick. One of several glowing runic bricks, actually. She had been focusing on the one wall... there was another. The new Hunter spun around and more or less threw her hands into the stone. The strange hissing shrieked at her, and she grinned. She was close. She had to be.

Every tablet that crossed under Emma's hands made her hopeful. Would it be the ringed blades? The flintlock pistol? The flaming whip? None of these seemed quite right, considering the sounds and sensations she was experiencing, and so the girl kept on moving down, moving left. The hissing was nearly deafening as she approached the floor, and then there it was. A spiked ball of some kind sat one tile from the bottom corner, nestled away and inconspicuous. There might have been disappointment, had the meaning behind their connection not been so deep. Of hundreds of Hunters and who knew how many weapons, she and this particular tablet had been matched before she had even known where she was. Delicate fingers wrapped around the edges of the glowing tile and pulled it outward, dislodging it from the wall entirely.

Emma had to catch what appeared with both hands. Two large, spiked disks, unattached but both ending with... string. Were these--?

<< It's nice to finally meet you. >>

A voice, in her head. Single, but multitudinous; hissing, genderless, terrifying. This was her weapon, whatever it had been. It was speaking to her. It was also, presumably, a pair of yoyos. Where Emma might have balked, she was instead extremely excited. Why, she hadn't had a yoyo in years!

"Well, Ah... Ah dunno what t'say. It's good t'meet you too!"

There was an odd little noise presumably emitting from the weapon, and then it spoke again.

<< I am Zothikos. Who are you? >>

Somehow, that almost sounded like a threat. Emma's brows knit together. That certainly didn't help the gender question. "Ah'm Emma. Gamma Eight."

<< Come, Emma. We have much to speak about. I've waited so long... >>