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[lastdecember]

This is the after hours contact for Nicholas Wolfwood, Logistics. If this is an emergency, stop wasting everyone's time and page me.

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[lastdecember]

[ Both arms now? Whatever's going on, they need a doctor -- sorry Rin. ]

Okay, c'mon, we're goin' to see Hilbert.

[ If RIn doesn't turn and head for the door immediately, Wolfwood will reach out again to give their shoulder a gentle shove -- gotta get moving, pal. Doctor's waiting. ]

Just one foot in front of the other, you'll be okay.

[itdoesntlikeyou]

[Rin doesn't, in fact, turn to make for the door, because they're, admittedly, stuck trying to figure out what the fuck there is in their arms that would both break at the same time when they haven't even done anything lately that they think could - if anything, they'd expect it to be an ankle component, the way they were mistreating the fucking things on the ladders.

Which means that the shove takes them by surprise, making them startle again. One hand swings up defensively, maybe to ward off the prospect of more contact, but as their hand clenches into a fist -

There's a flash and sharp whine, followed by the acrid smell of burnt synthetic fabric, as Rin freezes in place, stare swapping from the hole melted into the fabric of their suit to the black mark left on the wall.

Weakly;] What the fuck.

[lastdecember]

[ He didn't mean it like an attack! He just meant, you know, to get Rin moving, a little momentum assistance. He knows Rin doesn't like being touched, but sometimes -- like in an emergency where suddently both your goddamn arms are broken? -- things happen that we don't like. Like being touched.

So when Rin swings around with a fist, Wolfwood's not entirely surprised, and he starts to step back easily -- just because he's here to help with spontaneous injury doesn't mean he's interested in getting pummeled for it! But then Rin's fist isn't a fist. Then there's smoke.

Then there's a hole in the far wall.

As soon as the shooting starts, Wolfwood dives behind the nearest stack of crates. Look, he knew Rin didn't like being touched, but what the fuck is this reponse!? ]

Are you fucking shooting at me!?

[itdoesntlikeyou]

[Rin drops their hand again, staring at the scorch marks. There's a neat little port that's folded out of their arm, like it's always been there. They take one step back, then another, until their back bumps up against one of the racks of shelving, jostling everything on it.]

I don't have guns.

[It's flat and toneless - just like the automaton that Wolfwood suspects them to be, if it weren't for the sheer incredulity of their expression.]

[lastdecember]

The fuck you don't, what was that!?

[ He's still crouching behind that wall of crates, but he could hear clearly the sound of Rin backing up and hitting a shelf. hat the fuck is the point of lying when Wolfwood just saw with his own eyes that Rin does, in fact, have guns! Or lasers, or whatever the hell that was -- a fucking missile launcher, the particulars don't matter. Rin is shooting, and Wolfwood's not interested in getting shot. ]

Is this what you wanted parts for? Makin' yourself gun mods?

[itdoesntlikeyou]

[On the one hand it's fair, because - those are definitely guns. Despite everything.

But on the other, Rin is freaking out just as much as Wolfwood is here, for all that they're showing it in a more subdued fashion, as the flight on their leash starts flickering towards the yellow-amber range. They'd put their head in their hands, but. Surprise! Guns.]

If I was hiding secret gun mods I wouldn't let anyone find out by trying to shoot them. [But they know even when they say it that it's not an argument that will get any mileage when Wolfwood already doesn't trust what they say. The last thing they need right now is to make Wolfwood think they were trying to shoot him.] I didn't make these. I don't have mods like that, I'm not Security.

[lastdecember]

[ Pardon his slowness in understanding what Rin's been trying to say, but unlike with Savarem's eyes, Rin's new mod is actively dangerous! If Saverem had shot lasers with his eyes instead of just having sparkles in there, Wolfwood's response would have looked more like this.

Still, the shooting hasn't continued, and Rin sounds completely freaked out. Slowly, Wolfwood rises up from the pile of crates he'd been crouching behind, watching Rin warily. ]

You're sayin' this just happened? Out of nowhere, suddenly you're got guns in your arms?

[itdoesntlikeyou]

Hilbert just scanned me and he didn't say anything. I know my [Schematics? Why does that feel like the right word?] mods shouldn't include any.

[Does that admission make Wolfwood more or less likely to abandon his cover? Rin still has their arms held motionless in front of them, aimed more or less towards the ceiling, not flexing their hands or anything further.]