[ unfortunately he'll let viktor actually open the bag, since that's become a nuisance to do on his own. inside is a smooth, silvery arm that looks somewhat like this unless i change my mind. it has a metallic fin and everything, delicate and sturdy at once. ]
It feels natural enough when I have it on, but... given all that's happened with the nanites, I would be comforted if you could put your eyes on it. [ he trusts him with it ]
[The crutch is laid across his lap so he can open the duffel bag. Seeing the arm is not unlike seeing a piece of the most divine confectionary, at least to Viktor. His eyes widen, and an intense focus appears in his gaze.
The tender way he lifts it out of the bag, running his fingers along it, turning it over. It's the quiet, timid Viktor now completely changed into someone with a studious sort of ferocity. Hungry! Hungry for the Craft.]
It's incredible. It's beautiful. It must adhere to the nanites through the skin...
he just studies the arm secondhand as viktor messes with it, then nods. ]
All right—will you help me put it on?
[ it shouldn't be that hard. in the meantime, he'll activate the sim room. around them is a scene from lanaryu, not far from zora's domain and more open, still surrounded by waterfalls and mountains.
there's also an elaborately beautiful trident, though he doesn't pick it up yet. ]
Now why in the HELL would Sidon do this to him?! SIDON KNOWS HOW HE IS ABOUT SEEING SOME WILD NEW THING IN THE SIM ROOM, AND HE'S ALSO TRYING TO DO THIS ARM!!!!!!!
He completely misses connecting it to Sidon's stump and has to try again.]
he truly just forgets that places like this are not just Normal Home Scenery rather than unbelievably beautiful natural landscapes. he outright laughs when viktor is so distracted that he misses the first time, only stopping because he winces.
the arm does clamp on without any effort, nearly like a magnet. and then he's moving it with a careful fan of his fingers, like he's getting used to having them at all. ]
It's... all right. [ there's tightness in his jaw, but it's mostly from agitating his wound more than the arm itself. ] Natural for the most part, odd as that is.
[ he picks up the trident and stands; usually his movements with it are sure with confidence, but today he goes through the motions with ginger care, spear rolling over his knuckles with a strangely hollow metallic noise. ] I wasn't expecting it to be precise.
[This arm is fucking amazing, but he has the compassion to go carefully, to let Sidon take what time is needed. He uses the crutch to haul himself up to his feet even if he doesn't reach near half the height Sidon is anyway.
His eyes are looking over the arm, watching it move, seeing how it assimilates with Sidon's body.]
Be careful not to push your own body while adjusting. It may take some time. After using it for a while, you will probably be able to easily tell when something isn't working. It moves fluidly... You shouldn't have any trouble.
[ he nods—because he may not always be the type to look before he leaps, but he does want to take care of his health. as best as he can when he's lost an arm, anyway. there's a bit more spear practice, nothing strenuous when his body is still aching and slow with injury, but enough for a slow demonstration of the hand's mobility range.
satisfied for now, he swaps the trident to his good hand and reaches out and ruffles viktor's hair in gratitude. the prosthetic's metal is so carefully smooth and crafted that none of the strands catch in any joints. ]
It's not uncomfortable to use. Thank you for giving it a look.
The material must be water-resistant as well... The joints are easy to roll... The connection between brain signal and physical reflex has no lag...
[Mind already turning turning!!! Thinky thoughts are a go, and focus only comes back when he's ruffled.
His head bobbles around dumbly. His hair becomes even more chaotically fluffy than it was, and he doesn't even bother to fix it. A far cry from the young man who would smooth it back when he was a Dean's assistant.]
You're welcome. I know they will make repairs, but...
[Is it egotistical to offer to help?]
If it gives you any trouble, I can try to give it a fix.
he is more tired than he's been in a very long time, and the trident disappears into motes of light rather than being carried any longer, but he grins wide anyway. ]
I hope you will! I'd prefer your help to whatever the medical bay will do.
[ he's already a little uncertain about anything the nanites can control, so having viktor look over it is some peace of mind. and then, also—he seems to really like it? it's enrichment. ]
In return, you can study it however much you please.
[YOU SAYING THIS AS I TYPED THAT WHILE IN BED RIGHT BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP
Noooooo, the trident. HE HAS TOO MUCH INTERESTING THINGS TO LOOK AT HERE, HE'S BECOME OVERLOADED!!! THE ARM! THE SCENERY! THE TRIDENT! He has grown ten times more tired himself trying to juggle his hyperfixiations.]
Thanks. You should probably get some rest right now, though. Do you want me to take it off for now? I can look it over, and you don't have to wear it until you're ready.
[ get away from my mipha lore. he can get distracted by everything else as sidon complies with a sigh, sitting so it's easier for viktor to get at the arm again. and also because he could just use some more time off his feet. ]
Hell yeah. [ sorry about their brain damage ] Sounds like an excellent plan to me.
[ he runs a fingertip over the join between flesh and metal before the arm comes off, a surprisingly smooth transition. it is undeniably an amazing piece of technology, especially for someone who prides himself in combat like sidon. losing an arm doesn't help for swimming, either. ]
Have you had a chance to look over everyone else? I hear there were many injured, even beyond the four of us.
He gives Sidon time to sit down again and settle before he moves over to help it get removed. It's a tad heavy for him, but not so heavy he can't lift it. He places it down on the duffel bag gently. Maybe he can modify it for Sidon--help give it something to assist with swimming.]
Yes, another group came out, I believe. I was busy babysitting Lucien, so I wasn't there when they spilled out. Um. Owner, Temenos, Kazuki, Todomatsu.
[Climbing down the crutch so he can sit between Sidon and the arm again.]
[ it's nice that he and lucien are such good friends :)
i said he had the duffel during curfew so he'll just cart it around for emergencies when viktor's not playing with the tech for the next 24 hours before he fucking dies. he rubs at the remains of his arm, the trunk of it, giving it a bit of a massage now that it's free. ]
I'm glad you were able to get through to him. He was quite resistant to teamwork, even while we were gone.
[Whatever is going on with Lucien doesn't appear to distract him in any way. He's not embarrassed or nervous. HE IS LOOKING AT THIS STUPID ARM WHEN THE MOST HANDSOME ZORA IS RIGHT THERE BESIDE HIM.]
Be careful. He's an island with an active volcano. If you try to tell him to do something, he won't listen. If you tell him not to do something, he'll do it anyway.
I think he quite enjoys being teased sometimes, but not insulted. Apparently, he wants to change the world? Don't we all.
[ he thinks it's endearing that viktor is so engrossed in this arm, it's fine. even if he should be distracted and embarrassed..... they are talking about his boyfriend. ]
You sound very close! [ it's nice—viktor is someone who could use more people around him. ] I know he still emerged injured, but—I'm grateful to be able to return him to his friends in one piece. You must've been worried.
he thinks it's cute, it's fine. he wants to hear what people care about, whether it's a pursuit or a person or anything else. ]
I'm certain that you were.
[ he pats viktor on the head with his good hand, ruffling his hair. ]
But I'm all right. I'll take it as a... lesson in humility and empathy. [ sometimes you go from being royalty and able-bodied to (redacted) and one-armed. he and dion deserved this as part of the 1%. ] I don't want to be someone you have to worry after too much.
WAHHHHH. His head bobbles a bit under the weight of Sidon's hand, and his hair is so fluffy now it just kind of sticks up like a spiky puff ball afterward. He doesn't even try to fix it. How far he has fallen from the days of being a freshly put-together Dean's assistant.
He smiles shyly.]
I don't worry because I think you can't handle it. I just... worry. I don't think... I don't think you have to be alright with what happened.
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Haha—I did, it's in there.
[ tilts his head towards his duffel. ]
I... was actually hoping you would take a look at it, before I tried using it too much.
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He glances down at the duffel bag by his feet. A pause.
Then he digs the multi-tool out of his pocket and carefully hand-over-hands himself down the crutch until he can sit on the ground beside Sidon.]
I will.
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[ unfortunately he'll let viktor actually open the bag, since that's become a nuisance to do on his own. inside is a smooth, silvery arm that looks somewhat like this unless i change my mind. it has a metallic fin and everything, delicate and sturdy at once. ]
It feels natural enough when I have it on, but... given all that's happened with the nanites, I would be comforted if you could put your eyes on it. [ he trusts him with it ]
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The tender way he lifts it out of the bag, running his fingers along it, turning it over. It's the quiet, timid Viktor now completely changed into someone with a studious sort of ferocity. Hungry! Hungry for the Craft.]
It's incredible. It's beautiful. It must adhere to the nanites through the skin...
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I'll show you the instructions.
[ he'll open up the manual on his IRIS and give viktor permissions to view it. ]
They will perform maintenance on it anyway, so you can with it as you please.
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He truly inspects and touches every inch of it. He even clangs on it with the multi-tool which seems worrisome, but it doesn't even scratch.]
The weight is balanced throughout... heavy enough for you, but light enough to be mobile... The material is sturdy...
[He glances up.]
Let's put it on, so I can see how it works for you.
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he just studies the arm secondhand as viktor messes with it, then nods. ]
All right—will you help me put it on?
[ it shouldn't be that hard. in the meantime, he'll activate the sim room. around them is a scene from lanaryu, not far from zora's domain and more open, still surrounded by waterfalls and mountains.
there's also an elaborately beautiful trident, though he doesn't pick it up yet. ]
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Now why in the HELL would Sidon do this to him?! SIDON KNOWS HOW HE IS ABOUT SEEING SOME WILD NEW THING IN THE SIM ROOM, AND HE'S ALSO TRYING TO DO THIS ARM!!!!!!!
He completely misses connecting it to Sidon's stump and has to try again.]
How does this feel?
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he truly just forgets that places like this are not just Normal Home Scenery rather than unbelievably beautiful natural landscapes. he outright laughs when viktor is so distracted that he misses the first time, only stopping because he winces.
the arm does clamp on without any effort, nearly like a magnet. and then he's moving it with a careful fan of his fingers, like he's getting used to having them at all. ]
It's... all right. [ there's tightness in his jaw, but it's mostly from agitating his wound more than the arm itself. ] Natural for the most part, odd as that is.
[ he picks up the trident and stands; usually his movements with it are sure with confidence, but today he goes through the motions with ginger care, spear rolling over his knuckles with a strangely hollow metallic noise. ] I wasn't expecting it to be precise.
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His eyes are looking over the arm, watching it move, seeing how it assimilates with Sidon's body.]
Be careful not to push your own body while adjusting. It may take some time. After using it for a while, you will probably be able to easily tell when something isn't working. It moves fluidly... You shouldn't have any trouble.
Phalanges have remarkable responses...
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satisfied for now, he swaps the trident to his good hand and reaches out and ruffles viktor's hair in gratitude. the prosthetic's metal is so carefully smooth and crafted that none of the strands catch in any joints. ]
It's not uncomfortable to use. Thank you for giving it a look.
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The material must be water-resistant as well... The joints are easy to roll... The connection between brain signal and physical reflex has no lag...
[Mind already turning turning!!! Thinky thoughts are a go, and focus only comes back when he's ruffled.
His head bobbles around dumbly. His hair becomes even more chaotically fluffy than it was, and he doesn't even bother to fix it. A far cry from the young man who would smooth it back when he was a Dean's assistant.]
You're welcome. I know they will make repairs, but...
[Is it egotistical to offer to help?]
If it gives you any trouble, I can try to give it a fix.
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he is more tired than he's been in a very long time, and the trident disappears into motes of light rather than being carried any longer, but he grins wide anyway. ]
I hope you will! I'd prefer your help to whatever the medical bay will do.
[ he's already a little uncertain about anything the nanites can control, so having viktor look over it is some peace of mind. and then, also—he seems to really like it? it's enrichment. ]
In return, you can study it however much you please.
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Noooooo, the trident. HE HAS TOO MUCH INTERESTING THINGS TO LOOK AT HERE, HE'S BECOME OVERLOADED!!! THE ARM! THE SCENERY! THE TRIDENT! He has grown ten times more tired himself trying to juggle his hyperfixiations.]
Thanks. You should probably get some rest right now, though. Do you want me to take it off for now? I can look it over, and you don't have to wear it until you're ready.
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Hell yeah. [ sorry about their brain damage ] Sounds like an excellent plan to me.
[ he runs a fingertip over the join between flesh and metal before the arm comes off, a surprisingly smooth transition. it is undeniably an amazing piece of technology, especially for someone who prides himself in combat like sidon. losing an arm doesn't help for swimming, either. ]
Have you had a chance to look over everyone else? I hear there were many injured, even beyond the four of us.
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He gives Sidon time to sit down again and settle before he moves over to help it get removed. It's a tad heavy for him, but not so heavy he can't lift it. He places it down on the duffel bag gently. Maybe he can modify it for Sidon--help give it something to assist with swimming.]
Yes, another group came out, I believe. I was busy babysitting Lucien, so I wasn't there when they spilled out. Um. Owner, Temenos, Kazuki, Todomatsu.
[Climbing down the crutch so he can sit between Sidon and the arm again.]
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—Oh! The Jorqer!
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i said he had the duffel during curfew so he'll just cart it around for emergencies when viktor's not playing with the tech for the next 24 hours before he fucking dies. he rubs at the remains of his arm, the trunk of it, giving it a bit of a massage now that it's free. ]
I'm glad you were able to get through to him. He was quite resistant to teamwork, even while we were gone.
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He will give the arm back for Sidon to lug around for PCs but for now, he is again annoyingly looking it over with the most hyperfocused attention.]
That doesn't surprise me. Well, maybe it does considering he claims to have a team at home...? But I believe those were friends he had a long time.
So maybe he is worried about working with others he doesn't know.
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Perhaps...
[ sidon bases his trust on vibes, and most everyone's vibes here are good. so he's surprised that lucien is so closed-off. ]
He hasn't opened up to me yet—though I intend to keep trying! It worries me, when people try to be islands.
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Be careful. He's an island with an active volcano. If you try to tell him to do something, he won't listen. If you tell him not to do something, he'll do it anyway.
I think he quite enjoys being teased sometimes, but not insulted. Apparently, he wants to change the world? Don't we all.
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You sound very close! [ it's nice—viktor is someone who could use more people around him. ] I know he still emerged injured, but—I'm grateful to be able to return him to his friends in one piece. You must've been worried.
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Slowly, he lowers the arm and looks up, seeming a bit embarrassed now that he realizes he has been blabbering away and oversharing about someone.]
I was worried about all of you.
[That's very earnest at least.]
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he thinks it's cute, it's fine. he wants to hear what people care about, whether it's a pursuit or a person or anything else. ]
I'm certain that you were.
[ he pats viktor on the head with his good hand, ruffling his hair. ]
But I'm all right. I'll take it as a... lesson in humility and empathy. [ sometimes you go from being royalty and able-bodied to (redacted) and one-armed. he and dion deserved this as part of the 1%. ] I don't want to be someone you have to worry after too much.
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WAHHHHH. His head bobbles a bit under the weight of Sidon's hand, and his hair is so fluffy now it just kind of sticks up like a spiky puff ball afterward. He doesn't even try to fix it. How far he has fallen from the days of being a freshly put-together Dean's assistant.
He smiles shyly.]
I don't worry because I think you can't handle it. I just... worry. I don't think... I don't think you have to be alright with what happened.
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