Weiss headed off on her own feeling a little uneasy given the creepy atmosphere of the abandoned lab. Drawing her sword she felt more comfortable with the weapon in hand. Her shoes clicked loudly on the floor as she strutted along past row after row of crates and vials of Dust. Many of them were so old that their labels had worn out and there was no indication what lay inside the glass containers.
Weiss sniffed at how dusty and messy the place was. It would take tons of effort to try and get this place back in working condition. She'd have to...
A sudden sound made Weiss spin about and slash with her sword. The wild strike broke open a stack of Dust vials and the powdery substance fluttered in the air like pollen in spring. The source of the noise, a large rat that had brushed up against a crate, skittered off and left Weiss coughing in the small cloud of dust.
"Oh no!" Weiss gasped as she realized the danger of her predicament. Dust was covering her body and she had breathed some of it in! What on Remnant was it? What was going to happen. Already she was feeling a little odd....
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