<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/vPQzt3M.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Noire Hotep</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12165393#msg12165393)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Lionel</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Noire tilted her head as she examined the suitcase more closely. 'A bit on the heavy side' was an understatement. The weapon was definitely heavy, probably big as well. And most likely expensive as all hell, given the Goldmann name. A giant sword or axe that turned into a dust-infused rocket launcher, perhaps. No doubt covered with gold. Wealthy families didn't exactly have a reputation for subtlety or restraint, and one thing money could never buy was taste.<br/><br/>Plus, she doubted anyone named 'Goldmann' could resist the punny-ness of having a gold weapon. Especially one as... shouty... as Lionel.<br/><br/>She couldn't blame him, of course. She probably wouldn't be able to resist either.<br/><br/>Noire turned to face the school again. The mass of students had thinned out, with most of them having already made their way past them. "We probably should, if we want to attend it."