Comments | thisoperashit: reworking the math and measurements

brilliantdesign in thisoperashit

reworking the math and measurements

Dec 15, 2009 01:24

Characters Dist, Rikku, cockbot
Rating Um. PG?
Summary Someone is sneaky, and someone else is not amused.
Location Dist's garage
Date/Time September 20th, midafternoon.
Status Ongoing

( until I'm convinced these plans are picturesque )

dist, !completed, rikku

Comments 33

albhedscavenger December 15 2009, 08:00:41 UTC

Rikku didn't so much walk in as sneak. She was pretty certain that her presence wasn't welcome; this Dist guy had a reputation for being abrasive on the best of days and outwardly hostile the rest of the time. Getting caught would probably not end well, especially since the robot he was working on was armed to the teeth (and between the legs, what the hell?).

Still, the teen couldn't resist. Dist's reputation as a mechanical genius went hand-in-hand with his reputation for being a difficult human being. Being raised among the Al Bhed, an interest in mechanics was not optional--Rikku had been around machinery her whole life. The difference between Rikku and her peers, however, was that she was willing to go outside the tight-knitted group to ogle at someone's else's machinery ( ... )

brilliantdesign December 15 2009, 20:12:22 UTC

All things considered, Rikku really had no reason to hide. The garage was pretty much open to the public; how else were people to bring him things? But she had, and she tripped, and so the damage was done.

Dist yelped slightly and jerked when he heard the crash, smacking his head hard on the inside of the machine. He jerked backwards in his chair, though he caught his arm on a corner as he did so, ripping a hole in his shirt and slicing a thin but long cut in his arm.

Needless to say, he was not pleased. He was lucky he hadn't been wearing his coat-- well, more like Rikku was lucky.

It didn't take him long to spot her, and when he did he floated right on over, leaning forward a bit so he could get in her face.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

albhedscavenger December 18 2009, 00:44:13 UTC

How had it gone so downhill so quickly? One minute, Rikku was slinking around, trespassing and spying but largely staying out of the way. The next, Dist was hovering over her menacingly, screaming at her and bleeding. This was bad. Very bad.

"I didn't mean to make you hit your head or cut your arm! I'm really, really, really sorry!" When in trouble, it helped to be very loud and very earnest. "It's just that you're supposed to be some kind of mechanical genius, and I just wanted to see you at work..."

After a few moments of uncertain cowering, she attempted a smile.

brilliantdesign December 18 2009, 01:00:35 UTC

Hmph. Well, she seemed sorry enough, and flattery was an excellent way to placate Dist, so he was willing to back off somewhat. He straightened his chair up and tossed his hair just a bit. "Well, I am a genius," he said, preening just a bit, "so I don't blame you for wanting to see. But if this scars, I'm holding you personally responsible. Pick up the mess you made."

And with that he floated across the garage, setting his chair down on the other side next to a sink. He retrieved a first-aid kit from underneath and undid his shirt, pulling his arms out and letting it hang around his waist where it was tucked into his pants. He found that the wound wasn't as bad as it looked as he cleaned it, but it would still need to be bandaged.

albhedscavenger December 18 2009, 21:04:08 UTC

Oh, good. Flattery was good enough to get him to back off--Rikku would have to keep that in mind. Although holding Rikku personally responsible for a scar that he could easily have laser-removed seemed awfully harsh. Could people really be that vain?

Wait. This was the city; of course people were that vain. Rikku had a tendency to forget just how prevalent cosmetic procedures were outside of her own subculture. Hopefully it wouldn't scar, or else Rikku was going to have to pick a lot of pockets to pay him back for the surgery.

Rikku started to pick up all the instruments she'd knocked onto the floor, ignoring the shirtless Dist in favor of staring at the giant mecha some more. "Does it really work?" The question wasn't intended to be an expression of doubt in his ability, and might have been better framed as Is it operational yet?. But tact was never Rikku's strong point.