"Find your weapon." Jeremy repeated to himself as if to remember, though it was a simple enough order. Though he had to wonder...was it just a pile of weapons he had to dive in to? Because he wasn't fond of potentially getting tetanus. Who knew how long some of those weapons had been down there! There could be like, oodles and oodles of rust everywhere! It would be a terrible thing, and it would likely be career-ending; he definitely didn't want that. He liked his new career, it meant potentially smashing in brains.

As he made his way down he could only think of the weapon that he had from his dream; he couldn't remember what it was, but it was important, he knew that; perhaps he would know it when he saw it? He hadn't seen a weapon like it yet; everything he'd been through, and none of them felt right in his hands. That was...kind of off-putting, but then again, the weapon he recalled didn't feel like a normal weapon from what little he could remember.

So he made his descent, drawing his white jacket closer around him. It soon became clear that there was no pile to sift through (a thought that made him sigh with relief), but the wall runes were everywhere. Just...never not runes. Jeremy squinted in the dim glow, getting up close and personal to them to see if he could determine what they were; some were self explanatory, others...well, he pitied the poor sap that got those. A couple of them didn't even look like weapons! Perhaps he wasn't creative enough to see the resemblance.

Tanned fingers brushed over some, but he felt nothing. Others gave him the creeps, and a couple seemed more lifeless than plain 'ol stone. When he passed one rune however, he felt something...weird. Like he was drawn to it. It wasn't just a normal beckoning, either.

< PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST >

Jeremy blinked. Was the wall leaking? He turned his head, placing his ear closer to the tablet; if there was an air leak in this room, maybe someone would want to know abo---

< WHO ARE YOU WHY ARE YOU HERE WHAT ARE YOU DOING I CAN SEE YOU YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T FOOL ME
< What was what for? You're weird. Hi. I think we should be friends! >

...Okay, s**t. So it wasn't cabin fever. Cabin fever couldn't strike twice, right? Hesitantly he climbed back to his feet, inching towards the tablet that seemed to slow just a little brighter than the rest. "The wall is talking to me." He said in awe, poking at the rune that looked like a ball and string. "What the ******** are you?"

< WHAT ARE YOU DO---Oh hey that tickles! >

The pitched female voice wasn't convincing, she likely wasn't tickled at all.

< Iiiii aaaaammmm your conscieeenceeeee~ You should chooooseeee meeeeeee~~ >

"...Yeah no. I'ma take my business elsewhe---" He stared, but alas did not get very far with it.

< NO YOU CAN'T PLEASE DON'T GO I'LL MISS YOU I'VE BEEN SO LONELY PLEASE TAKE ME I PROMISE I'LL BE GOOD I PROMISE NO WHY ARE YOU LEAVING DON'T LEAVE I LOVE YOU >

The apparent Sun Hunter didn't want to admit that he was being drawn to this rune. His first impression of the voice wasn't a favourable one, and yet no matter what other rune he looked at, he couldn't move his attention from the one that was talking to him. She was shrill, she was desperate, and yet he couldn't ignore it. "...Are you a weapon? What are you?"

< I'm awesome, that's what! I'm Elsie! We should be friends, I think we'll be great friends...how about you take me out of here? >

The voice was pleading, trying to butter him up; by then Jeremy knew this was what he was looking for. She was persistent, and no matter how he complained, he liked that. Needed it, even. The voice was annoying but the constant chatter, if it was a common thing, was almost comforting. Besides, no other runes spoke to him like this one did (quite literally, of course), and sigh a staged sigh he stepped forward, burying his fingers into the crevices and drawing out the stone.

< YEEEEEEEES THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU WHATSYOURFACE I LOVE YOU >

"...Jeremy." He explained, though she had already started going off on a tangent in his head, talking about how long she'd been there and how bored she was and how thankful she was to 'blondie boil' and how he should watch his toes because she was going to show him a real weapon and---

Wait.

WAIT.

"WAIT" Jeremy cried, only barely managing to get one foot out of the way in time for the weight of the canine ball-anchor to come crashing down. Out of relex he reached out to grab the rest that was falling, and the steel tether chains landed comfortably between his tanned hands. After the initial shock subsided, Jeremy took stock of what was happening; he pulled a stone from the wall, and now there was a weapon in his hands. A weapon with a chain...the Deja vu was there, this was the weapon from his dream.

The golden eyed boy grinned. Oh yes, this was it.