Who: Inanna & Touya What: Taking Stock Where: Training Center When: Friday December 15th 3:30pm (Backdated) Rating: G Status: Complete
The semester was over and not a moment too soon. Every muscle in her body was sore from head to toe from the repeated beatings in simulations, missions and classes. With the new course idea the professor was beginning to wonder how she was going to maintain her two job work schedule. Yet these thoughts idly floated in the back of her mind as she stood in one of the simulation rooms in the training center with the door open behind her. This was the same room she'd run against wolves with Touya in, the same room she'd taught countless students how not to die in. Being a hunter wasn't about learning how to use your powers, it wasn't about being a contributing member of society. Everything about being a hunter, everything she taught, was based on two major principles: staying sane and staying alive. Those were the two things hunters regularly failed at. The life span of a hunter from imbuing to death was five years, and that was at the higher end of the spectrum. Many hunters never made it past three years either due to losing their bloody marbles or to pissing off the things that went bump in the night without being careful of identity protection. If they could find out who you were, you were never safe, even in the day time. While she'd never tell anyone, the globe trotting she'd spent most of her life doing at this point was part of Inanna's secret to staying alive as long as she had.
Currently one hand rested leisurely on a hip while the other hand bobbed up and down in the air as her pointer finger kept track of her place as she counted off the materials in the medium red jobox on wheels she had pulled form it's secret hiding place in the wall. It needed to be restocked, desperately as its equipment supply had dwindled or been damaged beyond reasonable use. The shelving, which was normally loaded with a varied selection of blades, guns, ammo, rope, baseball bats, crowbars and other various implements of possible evil destruction, looked almost bare.
The hand keeping count raised and rubbed at her brow, a deep sigh falling from her lips. How had she managed to let her gear get so under stocked? She was down to 10 sliver, 5 holy and 3 normal clips for the .45's, two baseball bats, one titanium crowbar, 20 holy, 10 normal and 30 silver shot gun shells, 5 normal, 2 silver and no holy for the semi-automatic rifle clips, one wakashasi, a handful of unmarked bullets for the revolvers which she'd have to take to one of the arcane professors for proper identification later, one 50' silk rope, one revolver, one pistol, one shot gun, a few hunting knives.... This was just pitiful. Her other weapon stocks weren't looking any better either. This one was the worst but the rest weren't far behind. Only one of the stocks, that she could remember, was currently properly stocked and that one alone just wasn't going to cut it.
Thumb and forefinger rubbed at her eyes. The next two weeks the kids were gone she was going to lay in bed and not remove her self from it for anything but food, washroom and Hide. But until before that could occur she needed to take stock, report to the higher ups and get the funds for restocking her classroom supplies first then figure out her what she needed to restock her personal supplies. That was another lesson the hunter kids got, 'You're not as fast, strong, tough or experienced as half the bloody stuff out there so you better at least be well geared.' And right now, she wasn't listening to her own lesson with the shoddy stock she had displayed in front of her.