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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 20:12:19 GMT -5
Tall felt squimish. Why had he bothered venturing going upstairs again? Oh right, the stupid arm...
Well, what had he been expecting would help that situation? He watched her turn to go back upstairs, still hurting from all of his stupidity. He doesn't notice Radar's dark looks, he's received many of those on many other occasions. But in those days, the things he did he could feel proud of, even if they meant he would fall into the scorn of others. Now he was just a mess, falling apart left and right, both figuratively and literally.
He finally turned away, wanting to both be completely alone, yet contradictorarily not at the same time. Tall went back into the dark cell, wondering if he could fix his arm by himself, though he knew his left hand didn't have the dexerity to fix the complex wires and chips he had woven in the right.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 20:23:30 GMT -5
Darad comes back from his mysterious errand (That I proclaim he left on before Tall tried to go upstairs) with a large box. He sets it down on the table in front of Tall, and the contents clank a bit. The top is open, and Tall can see the piles of scrap metal and wiring.
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 20:25:52 GMT -5
Tall stares at the box for a bit, then looks up at Darad, smiling, "Thank you Darad. You didn't really need to go through all that trouble..."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 20:28:13 GMT -5
He shrugs. "No trouble. But I know that seeing you like that makes Aka worry more, so I figured if you had more stuff, you might be able to make it look less obvious..."
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 20:30:58 GMT -5
"Well....." he smiles a little awkwardly. He's still proud and doesn't want to point out that he can't really better his left arm since he can't use his right arm, and he can't fix his right arm, since his left arm isn't that great. "...Thank you," he smiles, and Darad could tell something was wrong and Tall was trying to hide it again.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 20:32:38 GMT -5
Darad watches him, emotionless, for several seconds. Finally, he says, "I can take direction pretty well."
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 20:39:31 GMT -5
He looks embarrassed, but knows he can't really turn him down either. So instead, he just gives a nod, "Thanks again." He rolls up his sleeve, revealing the faint whitish scar Aka had asked him about in Cancun. It seems he really wasn't joking the first time around, as she had so assumed back then. With a few clicks and a switch, the length of the arm unfolds from it's normal cylinderical shape, dangling for a second until he moves to lay it across the table. The whole thing felt discomfortable for him, as if laying out the insides of his fake arm were equivalent to waking around nude.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 20:41:32 GMT -5
Darad, still looking expressionless, looks to him expectantly, waiting for instruction.
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 20:45:46 GMT -5
Tall rumages through the box with his free hand, pulling out a few things and giving him very detailed instructions. Of course he has to, it is his mobility on the line here. Darad would be able to help him out, but it might take a few hours. But at least afterwords, he'd come out with some miscellanous information in mechanics and design!
Vinnie remained upstairs for the whole scene, still not having quite gotten over the whole 'Aka has no powers....AGAIN.' The whole thing made her nervous, and she only knew that the sooner Tall was 'fixed' the sooner Aka could take back her powers and Tall could go do whatever he was intending to do after he finished using them. After a few moments, she looks at her, "So how are we supposed to fix Tall anyways?"
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 20:48:02 GMT -5
She shrugs. "I really don't know. I'm assuming that he has a plan, considering he already tried to put it into action once. Either way, we can't do anything until he says we can..."
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 20:49:49 GMT -5
"Well, it was a stupid plan to begin with, so I doubt the rest of it is much smarter!" Vinnie points out.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 20:59:03 GMT -5
She nods. "I know... I just... I don't want to think about it right now. I know we don't have a lot of time, but we have enough that I can try to forget it for a few hours..."
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 21:01:23 GMT -5
She stops, feeling completely thoughtless. She then smiles widely, "Well--we'll just have to go out and have fun, won't we! Come on, come on--let's go out!" Vinnie's trying hard to cheer up her friend.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 21:04:29 GMT -5
She looks puzzled. "What do you propose we do? This is Avalon, not exactly a booming, bustling metropolis. The only thing we can do is go to the counrty club, and I'm not welcome there..."
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 21:07:17 GMT -5
"Well, we could always make a mess by showing there and messing with everyone! ...or we could just think of something else..."
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