[ There isn't anything in Kuro's room that could be called a weapon—not even an improvised one. It's after perusing the student manual's map for a while that she decides her best bet is to head to the kitchen. She blows through the cafeteria like it isn't there, barely making the effort to skirt around any person who has the misfortune of standing in her path.
Presumably, there's a variety of sharp implements to be found there, but Kuro decides that's not what she's looking for. A kitchen knife isn't a sword, and she wouldn't try to use one like the other. A heavy skillet, though... At least that has some good heft when you swing it! She rattles through the cabinets, searching for the heaviest one that feels comfortable in her little baby arms.
She also might be berating the Little Brother in the room. Just a little bit. ]
Seriously? This is the best you've got?
[ Later on, she can be found in the gym. She read the rule about "property damage," but nevertheless, she is giving the dodgeball in her hands some pretty rough treatment. Also, the wall she keeps throwing it at. Over and over, she pitches the ball as hard as she can at the sterile white wall of the gymnasium, only to snatch it back up on the rebound. ]
I—! Don't—! Have—! Time—! For—
[ The words are bitten out in time with the dodgeball's dull, thudding rhythm. ]
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Presumably, there's a variety of sharp implements to be found there, but Kuro decides that's not what she's looking for. A kitchen knife isn't a sword, and she wouldn't try to use one like the other. A heavy skillet, though... At least that has some good heft when you swing it! She rattles through the cabinets, searching for the heaviest one that feels comfortable in her little baby arms.
She also might be berating the Little Brother in the room. Just a little bit. ]
Seriously? This is the best you've got?
[ Later on, she can be found in the gym. She read the rule about "property damage," but nevertheless, she is giving the dodgeball in her hands some pretty rough treatment. Also, the wall she keeps throwing it at. Over and over, she pitches the ball as hard as she can at the sterile white wall of the gymnasium, only to snatch it back up on the rebound. ]
I—! Don't—! Have—! Time—! For—
[ The words are bitten out in time with the dodgeball's dull, thudding rhythm. ]