Tiber didn't like the city. Not during the day.
The city was always full of people and people were always full of judgement, the faunus having to hide his facial features to avoid public humiliation. He tucked his scarf higher as he passed an obnoxiously loud group of high school students, avoiding eye contact. Of course the kids didn't even know he was a faunus to begin with or pay any mind to him, but he had always lived with the thought that all those around him would mock him if they saw his face. People were cruel. It's something he had gotten all too familiar with.
He glanced both ways before crossing the street and hurrying to his destination - a gunsmith's shop by the name of 'Chudder's Arms'. He stepped inside, the bell above the door dinging as he did. The man sitting behind the glass counter filled with various weapons, from swords to shotguns, looked over and nodded.
"Aye, Tiber. Good to see you. Had an order, yeah?" he asked.
Tiber nodded and headed for the desk, producing a folded sheet of paper from his front pocket and setting on the glass. The man looked the paper over and nodded. "A bit bigger than your usual order. Guess you're finally 'eadin' to Beacon?"
Again, a silent nod. The man meanwhile went into the back room and returned soon after, carrying with him a knife rig and a holster for a revolver - both of them filled appropriately. "Knife rig, twelve knives, just as you like 'em and a custom revolver. One of my finest, but I like to say that about all of them."
As he handed the items over, however, he paused. "That revolver there can use dust round, per your request. You didn't order any, though. You sure? I could give you a loyal customer discount, lad."
Tiber took the items, strapping the rig around his chest and the holster onto his belt, then glanced towards the man. Dust rounds? Yes, he had asked for the revolver to be able to use them. Tiber was a scavenger, after all - if he were to find any rounds on the field, he wouldn't say no to using them himself. But those things were expensive - and with these last purchases made, he was broke. Slowly he shook his head.
"Well, suit yourself. If you want, you can test your new gear out at the range. I'll cover the ammo for you."
The apparently mute boy simply nodded as a thanks - and the shopkeep got the message. With that, Tiber headed towards the back to test out his revolver. After all, this would be the first time he'd wield such a weapon to begin with.