[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	The group was taken to the armory, once the maps had been retrieved. Megan thought for a moment about the armory of Camelot - she remembered now being fascinated by the place as a small child. Weapons, swords in particular, sparked her imagination - they were instruments of both life and death, means of protection and devastation. They were divinely macabre, a sort of harmonious sadistic power. It wasn't an accident that she had taken up fencing in the real world - handling a sword felt just as right as handling a scalpel or a bone saw.  

	[color=silver]"I don't need anything in here, but my brother needs something to keep him from bleeding out,"[/color] Megan said once they reached the armory. She raised a slight eyebrow at the trident energy weapon Sierra had picked out - that definitely seemed useful. She didn't trust Jack with one of those though - he'd probably blow himself up by accident.