[Action | Open] Second Leap [Living through months of constant combat gives a girl certain priorities. Self-defense, for one, is quite near the top of that list, even without the threat of witches here. But that hardly leaves Homura doubting that the other criminals might be dangers, particularly following the morning broadcasts. As easy as it might seem to steal a weapon from one of those prisoners who have fought with each other, she's decided against that route for now. It's much easier to make her own, after all, with the expertise that she's developed over many months of finding her own ways to fight against. With no military to steal from, there's hardly a stockpile sitting there waiting for the taking. But she could fix that.
Guns, now that's a more difficult thing to make, without the time to spend rifling a metal tube and creating ammunition. At this rate it would be easier just to use her magic.
But there's always her first true weapon, the first one she ever made on her own, without the aid of magic to aid her.
More importantly than self-defense, the homemade bombs could be her way out of here too. There are enough areas shut off from the prisoners to check out, so long as she can find her way in, maybe one would hold that key to escaping. One step to returning, to ending her nightmare.
Even from her first day she has been scouting out the dome for materials to make her explosives. There's no school or witches to take her time away from that, no one to watch over, only minimal carnal needs like food and water and a little rest here and there. It was not hard at all to gather the necessary chemicals from the Bull's Eye, in forms usually reserved for things like cleaning agents.
A casing, that's proven to be the difficult part. So far, locating actual usable pipe sections like she could easily do back in Mitakihara is a bit more difficult.]
[Even now, the artificial day long ended, Homura stalks through the dome, seeming utterly out of place as a solitary, otherwise inconspicuous young teenage girl at the hour. Every now and then she'll duck into an unoccupied building or shop, weighing her options as she studies comparable pieces of metal that might have the necessary strength for her project. But she only looks long and hard when it seems like no one else is watching her, bot or inmate alike.]