[Aha. What have we here? A secret armory is much closer to what Therion was expecting from the faculty here at Daybreak. He looks over the guns without touching them; firearms aren't his thing, and, honestly, so many of them just lying around, ready for use, makes him nervous. On the other hand, the knife collection warms his heart like a call from an old friend.
He was cautious enough portioning himself a share of the professor's cash, but a missing knife's far more likely to be noticed, no matter what he does to hide the theft. Still, after some deliberation, he takes a couple throwing knives and one more blade on the smaller side. He likes them easily concealed, useful for many a purpose.
He holds it briefly up to the light, admiring the edge, and then tucks it away. He has money, he has weapons--it's amazing how a little retail therapy can make Therion feel so much more like himself. He stands and makes sure everything's secure before he turns.]
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He was cautious enough portioning himself a share of the professor's cash, but a missing knife's far more likely to be noticed, no matter what he does to hide the theft. Still, after some deliberation, he takes a couple throwing knives and one more blade on the smaller side. He likes them easily concealed, useful for many a purpose.
He holds it briefly up to the light, admiring the edge, and then tucks it away. He has money, he has weapons--it's amazing how a little retail therapy can make Therion feel so much more like himself. He stands and makes sure everything's secure before he turns.]