thisavrou_log | [closed] technical specifications

Who: Alphonse Elric and Scott Lang
When: Feb 28th
Where: Starting over the network
What: A promised meet up
Warnings: None

[Settling in on the ship has taken a while, and Al still isn't sure if he'd call himself quite settled. He still has moments where he has to just stop and reel in amazement at the fact that he's on a real life spaceship.

Honestly, it's beyond his wildest dreams.

He's still worried about what's happening back home, of course. He wants to know how the fight with Father is going, and if all the people he cares about are safe. But the best way to find that out is to work hard on board until they manage to get home. So he has been doing. He's thrown himself into his new research in the library, his internship in the medical bay, his part time work in the science lab, and his official job as a bodyguard.

It's only one evening that he finally has time to think of Scott and the offer he made on his first day. That fascinating piece of technology that could control ants, of all things. So he brings up the man's contact details and rings through, hoping it's not too late that he would accidentally be waking poor Scott up. Al, after all, doesn't sleep.]

Uh, hello? Scott? It's Al, Alphonse Elric, we met a while ago. I don't know if you remember, but we agreed to get together and talk sometime, and I was wondering if you were free?

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That's great, thanks so much for doing this for me. I know you must get a lot of people asking about that technology, it must get really boring for you to keep explaining it.

[Al's hands are itching to get hold of it already. He wants to take it apart piece by piece and figure out exactly how it works. But he's controlling himself, manners first.]

Do you want something to eat and drink first?

Surprisingly not many people ask.

[Scott shakes his head.]

Not right now, but thanks for offering. We should just dive right into this.

[He lifts the suit and the EMP device, crossing the room to stand closer to Al.]

Just tell me where you want me and we'll mess around with this stuff.

[He can't believe that rarely anyone asks about this, because the technology is incredible. He hadn't even realised there was a suit as well and he has no idea what exactly it does.]

How much room do you need? We can push the furniture back and use this floorspace?

[He is SO EXCITED.]

If you just want to look at it, then right here works.

[The suit was only Scott-sized so he didn't need much space.]

But if you want me to put it on and show you what it does, I'll need even less room.

I'd definitely love to see what it does, as long as you don't mind?

[He thought it was just a fancy looking suit of armour, for protection purposes, he didn't realise it actually DID something too.]

[Scott's already putting the suit on, tucking his shirt in as he goes. He doesn't know if Al is shy, so he tries not to flash him very much.]

Hand me that helmet.

[A few good tucks, and he's almost ready to go.]

[He's not shy, per se, but he's not really comfortable with random men flashing him so he looks away kind of bashfully as Scott gets himself dressed.]

It's a pretty strange looking suit, I've never seen anything like it.

[He does as he's bidden, though, and hands over the helmet.]

[ooc: Sorry for the wait, I was out of town at a wedding.]

I wanna say that it's one of a kind, but there's a guy on the ship that said he knows other versions of the guy who made this. If there's other Hank Pym's, then there are probably other suits.

[Scott slips the helmet on, everything closed but the visor.]

Ready?

[He taps the side of his helmet, shutting it, and then lifts his hands as if he's giving Al the double thumbs up. Scott clicks the two buttons on each hand, instantly shrinking down.]

[ooc: That's okay! I hope you had fun.]

[Al yelps.

It's not at all manly or courageous, it's a high-pitched and surprised sort of yelp that's accompanied by the crash of metal as he leaps backwards in shock.]

Scott?

[He can just about see a tiny man on the ground, but surely-- surely not. He bends over and carefully presses his giant helmeted head towards the tiny figure. Hopefully being that small wouldn't mean he could see behind the eyeholes or through the small cracks to see there was nobody inside.]

Is that really you? Can you hear me? Can you still talk to me? This is amazing!

[Sound was a lot different when he was this size. Al's yelp sounded more like the drawn out, echoing version of a train's horn. It was disturbing and amusing all at once.]

I can hear you.

[His voice is amplified, which lets his friend hear him even though he's as small as he is. He does a twirl, arms spread out so that Al can see that it's him.

Scott leaps up, suddenly, landing on Al's shoulder. He taps the metal to get his attention, careful of the spikes.]

These look even more dangerous from this angle.

I bet they'd feel a lot more dangerous too when you're that size, one of them could impale you right through.

[Concerned about just that sort of thing happening, and also in case Scott falls off, he reaches up with a flat palm to offer for a more stable and comfortable perch.

Also, selfishly, one that made him less nervous. Scott being so close to his helmet worried him in case he decided to take a look inside.]

How is this even possible? I can't imagine the technology needed to be able to completely alter someone's genetic structure like this.

[Scott hops over into Al's palm, settling his hands on his hips.]

Thanks for that, man.

[Explaining the technology used to make this happen is easy enough, but only if the majority of it is something that Alphonse is familiar with.]

You ever heard of the quantum realm? This suit lets me shrink down and shunts my extra mass into a subatomic physical dimension until I hit this button and bring myself back. The belt has a regulator, and Pym Particle Disks. I can throw them at something and shrink or enlarge it.

[Wow, that... that was a whole lot of words that mean nothing to Al.]

I've heard of subatomic particles, but it's a theory at the moment among the scientific community. Alchemists deal in atoms and compounds all the time, but I've never heard of another physical dimension which could hold mass like that.

[He can't help himself from raising his other hand to poke very gently at Scott.]

Does it hurt to use it?

[They don't really mean a lot to Scott either, but it was the only way he knew to explain it.]

Maybe Hank made it all up. Not the place, it's real. I've been there. But the lingo for it.

[He's half joking, though some of it the man had named after himself, so.]

It happens too quickly to hurt. It's strange, disorienting, but not painful. One second you're big, the next you're small.

[Scott runs a hand along Al's finger, patting it a few times.]

Is this hard to clean? It looks like it would be from here.

[He can't even imagine being shrunk down. He almost asks if Scott could use one of his disc things to shrink him down, but he's worried it might react badly with the blood seal and he doesn't want to risk that.]

H-Huh? Really? It's not too hard to clean.

[At least that's not too awkward a question.]

I use polish or oil and a rag, it doesn't always get the scratches or the dents out, but it keeps the joints limber and stops any rust.

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