So, she just had to go into this room to find her weapon? That seemed fake, but okay. Why not?

Honestly, Peony was still trying to grasp the whole 'this isn't a dream' thing. So much felt like a dream. Waking up in a weird pod thing, some half remembered nightmare that was apparently a 'test', and now this. She did vaguely remember saying yes to joining some sort of military group, but again, her memories were fuzzy and it was more like a half remembered dream than a memory. Being a practical girl, Peony knew that there were really only two options here: it was a dream or it was real. Either way, there wasn't much sense in fighting it. If she had said yes, and she'd passed the test, there was no reason to start backing out now. If it was a dream, well, why not just roll with it? Though, if she thought about it... dreams didn't usually give you the chance to back out or think about how it was a dream. Unless that was what people meant by lucid dreaming? Peony didn't know, she'd never done it.

All in all, she was leaning towards real. She'd never had a dream she thought was a dream while she was dreaming, so why start now?

Besides, she would have said yes to joining up with a really neat military group. She didn't have much else to do, and if what she remembered was right - well. Yeah. She could see herself ending up here.

Which was all moot cause she was here. Going down some steps into a darkly lit room on the suggestion of some guy she'd never met before, apparently to find her weapon. Yeah that wasn't weird or anything.

She'd been told to look along the walls. The image in her head was of guns and swords on racks around the walls, but what she found was certainly not that. It was dim, though the source of light seemed to grow brighter as she entered. Motion detected? Or her imagination? She didn't really thing about that, she was focused on the walls. There were little squares, little tiles all around. How was she supposed to choose a weapon from these? The guy who'd sent her down here had been a little bit cryptic. He'd told her to touch things, told her that she'd know when she found hers.

"Sure," she said, thinking back. He'd been serious, but she really was skeptical. Still, she stepped deeper into the room. It was odd, there was a buzzing, a tingle in the air, like electricity. Slightly different, though. Less lightning storm and more... Peony couldn't have said. She stepped over to the nearest wall. Oh, that was interesting. The tiles had small pictures on them. Some looked like swords or bows, others she couldn't tell. Tentatively, she reached out to touch one. It was cool under her fingers, but other than that it was like touching a tile. She let her fingers slide to the next one, and the next. The third one she touched made her jump a little. It was almost like the tile was humming, or had some electric current running through it. Very faintly, but something. She let her hand rest on that one for a moment, but the feeling faded.

The next several she touched were cool, but then her fingers landed on another that hummed and buzzed - she stopped to let them linger. That was it. The electric sensation. The pull, the whatever it was she had felt in this room. Pull was a good word for it - it was like a magnet now that she thought about it. Yes. This one right here.

"Yes. I'm going to help you."

Peony looked around. She was alone, but she'd heard a voice. A sleepy voice, a quiet voice, but very distinct words.

"I'm here to help you."

"You?" She asked the tile, because that made as much sense as anything. That and the picture on it - a sword - had begun to glow the moment she'd touched it.

"Yes. You need help, don't you?"

"I... guess so? I need a weapon. Are you a weapon?"

"Maybe?"

"Hm." Peony began trying to pull the tile away from the wall, and she was surprised when it didn't even put up any resistance. She was holding it, wondering if it really was talking to her, if it really was a weapon when it began to glow - and change. Instead of a tablet she now held a sword. A larger sword with a ribbon coming out of the hilt. "I...guess you are a weapon."

"I am." The voice sounded vaguely surprised by that, but at the same time, not. "I am Reign."

"Oh. I'm Peony." She just kept staring at the sword.

"Nice to meet you, Peony." The sword sounded polite, but still sleepy.

"I guess that guy was right," Peony said. She had found a weapon down here.