*Dist* 002

[charmingpet]

Who: Dist the Rose, Anyone
Where: Government District, Scientific Research Lab
Style: Third
Status: Open

[[OOC: Okay. So, after totally messing up the first time and then having a knee-jerk panic reaction, let's see if I can get it right this time!]]

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[jedi_in_the_sky]

Luke had been itching for something to do, ever since he finished putting Samus' suit back together. He hadn't had much of a chance to work on much of anything since coming to this strange place, and getting to work on Samus' suit had been a relief, even if he didn't know what he was really doing. Now that his inner tinkerer had it's second wind, though, he couldn't sit still, and he found himself hurrying out that day to an abandoned tool shop. With his arms burdened with bags and bags full of tools, he was about to find one of those antique vehicles and see if he could upgrade it... when he heard the squeaking of the gate.

Luke paused at that, blinking curiously as he spotted the man with the frilly collar entering a nearby building. He paused, a bit of curiosity gnawing at him (and maybe a little nudging from the Force?), before he followed the man silently. He looked around inside, impressed with all the machines all around, able to name a few, even if they were antiquated...

...and then he spotted the man again. The man using a finger to call on wind. Luke's jaw dropped, and all he could do was stare.

[charmingpet]

[[OOC: Sorry, italics error!]]

Dist had already made himself quite at home inside the building, busying himself with dismantling and examining the machinery about him. He continued to use his fonic artes to instantly simulate tools, which was all they were good for. He wasn't at all like Jade, able to blow up things with the force of a god's wrath.

But then, a delicate touch was just fine for his needs.

"I see, I see...," Dist murmured, as if he could see something in the pile of wires and parts. "Yes, if I... oooh, yes, that most certainly... hmhmhm~!"

The fontechnician was so lost in his little world that he didn't even notice Luke staring at him.

[jedi_in_the_sky]

"How are you doing that?" Luke found himself asking before he could stop. Only a few seconds later did he realize that it probably looked bad, following the man around, but... too late now.

[charmingpet]

Dist nearly jumped out of his skin before he whirled about to stare at Luke, holding the device he had been working on to his chest. He noted that he did not recognize this strange young man, then scowled and adjusted his glasses.

He was really getting tired of people startling him! It seemed that ever since he first arrived, people kept sneaking up on him! And it certainly wasn't because he wasn't paying attention - he wasn't unobservant, they were simply sneaky like ninjas.

"Doing 'that'?" Dist repeated, slowly. After a moment, realization dawned on him. He held up his finger and summoned a small fire fonic arte, the flame flickering on his finger tip. "This? I'd be a fairly poor genius if a small fonic arte could get the best of me!"

[jedi_in_the_sky]

"...fonic arte?" Luke asked, confused. He didn't think he heard anything like that before... "Is that like the Force at all?"

[charmingpet]

Dist looked Luke over. He had no idea what this 'Force' was, but he was clearly dealing with a rather uneducated individual, so he would have to compensate. This world seemed full of many such individuals. This child would certainly thank him for the enlightenment. "Fonic artes are magical abilities that draw fonons from the environment through your fonslots, allowing you to perform incredible feats. ...And before you ask, as I'm sure you will, fonons are the elemental particles that make up all life. Everything, living or not, is made of fonons."