His pride and joy had been cleaned, maintained, and fully loaded. Ace had named one pistol pride, and one joy. Had a nice ring to it in conversation. On his right hip, attached to his belt was a small bag with a few dozen small marbles inside of it. Each of them had been properly calibrated, and had been triple checked for efficiency. Also attached to the boy's belt were several clips of pistol ammo. If that wasn't enough he had two clips in each of his boots, and a few more tied to his legs and upper arms, covered by pant legs and shirt sleeves respectively.
His attire was the same as normal, formal wear white collared shirt with a black tie and black vest. He wore long dress pants, black boots and a black belt with a silver buckle.
The boy found himself in the Finnek forest, a place outside the academy where he was hoping to get a bit of action. He had not come alone, instead he was a part of a four person team that was expected to arrive shortly. Along with the four amateur hunters would be the strange Professor Coal, an unorthodox member of the Syne academy faculty who had so quickly offered a chance to kill some Grimm after only a short and boring seminar. Having arrived a bit early, Ace opts to light up a cigarette. He flicks his lighter closed and brings the addiction to his lips, inhaling deeply and exhaling a cloud of smoke with an impatient sigh.
His attire was the same as normal, formal wear white collared shirt with a black tie and black vest. He wore long dress pants, black boots and a black belt with a silver buckle.
The boy found himself in the Finnek forest, a place outside the academy where he was hoping to get a bit of action. He had not come alone, instead he was a part of a four person team that was expected to arrive shortly. Along with the four amateur hunters would be the strange Professor Coal, an unorthodox member of the Syne academy faculty who had so quickly offered a chance to kill some Grimm after only a short and boring seminar. Having arrived a bit early, Ace opts to light up a cigarette. He flicks his lighter closed and brings the addiction to his lips, inhaling deeply and exhaling a cloud of smoke with an impatient sigh.