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Jay's room is very tidy, everything packed down and locked up. Apart from the suit hanging on a stand and the rack of guns set up and waiting.

Jay nods, welcoming Sherral in as he add the holster to the rack.

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[runningred]

Jay returns the nod and starts loading weapons into holsters, knives into boots. They vanish into the suit, linings and flaps designed to cover them.

He's taking an arsenal, more weapons than he had on him when he traveled with Sherral.

He puts up one sleeve, meaning to strap on the wrist blade but stops himself, swallowing a sudden rise of bile at the memory of nightmares in his drugged state.

"You take this." He offers it to Sherral, blade towards himself. "It'll be more use to you than me."

[fluffiest_archadian]

-- Sherral's not sure what to do for a moment. Then he takes the blade by the handle.

"My thanks," he says levelly. "I'll keep it with me until your return."

[runningred]

"Thanks." He won't ask for it back. It has complicated connotations since the serum.

He slips the last of his knives into his boots, pulling out a very particular knife with a wavy blade. He holds it for a moment. Just holding it before slipping it into the sheath inside his jacket.

He picks up the helmet with it's faceless red mask, looking into the black eyes for a moment. "I'm ready."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral gives a quick nod.

"Good luck, then. I'll see you on your return."