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[mybigmeathammer]

*Somewhere in the wild and elusive Middle of Camp, there is a cart. But it's not just any cart! No, this is a dingy old cart pulled by a dingy old donkey, with a dingy old sign with letters carved in at odd angles that spell the word ARMORY if you squint and tilt your head a bit. What is not-so-dingy about this cart is what it's carrying: Piles

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[getrhythmic]

*... you remind me of someone somehow, and yet I can't quite figure out who*

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[mybigmeathammer]

*Just looking for that food lalalalala~~*

[getrhythmic]

*... clearing her throat loudly.*

[mybigmeathammer]

*Wuh- o hay sup*

Oh, hi~!

[getrhythmic]

And what manner of armory is this?

[mybigmeathammer]

One of quality and Justice~! And, er, obviously quantity.

[getrhythmic]

"Quality?" Really.

[mybigmeathammer]

Of course! A Ninja of Justice knows better than to stock an armory with sub-par weaponry~ Unless I accidentally threw in something like that. In which case, whoops~!

[getrhythmic]

Oh? My apologies, but I fail to see any "weapons" present.

[mybigmeathammer]

But anything can be a weapon if you know how to use it~!

[getrhythmic]

Unquestionably so, yes, of course I know that, but not a single thing here is made with the express purpose of being a weapon.

[mybigmeathammer]

...So?

[getrhythmic]

You're professing this to be an armory with no real weapons! Hmph! Commoners.

[mybigmeathammer]

Who said it was a conventional armory~~? Besides, just think of it as a new way to look at the concept of weaponry or something~!

[getrhythmic]

A transparent excuse.

[mybigmeathammer]

But I'm just telling it like it is~!