Meta was walking around aimlessly once again, this time his weapons on his figure. A simple Glock and a Gladius. "Hmmmm...." He cleared his throat. "Where can I get weapons in a place like thi-" He stopped and a look of realization washed over his face. "Wait. I know that." He chuckled at himself as he then teleported to Starbucks, looking around. "So, what do you have?" [spoiler]I want weapons![/spoiler]