Raccoon tries to find a weapon. [open]

Timestamp:
1:00 PM
5th December
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Death City, place filled with unusual people and their stories. The city in the middle of Nevada, where the sun was providing a good temperature everyday.
It was an another boring day in the DWMA. As soon as the last school bell rang, I left the school building.
I looked around and sat on the top of the stairs and sighed, observing the city. "You know..I'm lonely here, dear reader, I have no real friends nor weapon..." I told the reader, as I closed my eyes for a short moment and sighed again, resting my head on my hand.
"I should find a weapon.." I said to myself.

I started to imagine who would be a perfect partner for me. Actually, nothing could come into my head, my imagination was not working. I guess, I'd accept everyone who would accept me. A person who would accept working with a sorcerer, such a nice dream.
Will it come true?