Who: Party-goers When: May 17th Where: Mess Hall What: Bucky throws Kazuhira Miller a surprise birthday party, complete with a giant cake he can pop out of! WHATTA GUY! Warnings: Nothing for now
[As Rinzler takes the object in his hand, the accents shift from user-white to his own red-orange. A shift of grip, and brighter stripes of color illuminate through the center of the shaft, lit with a faint ozone crackle of electric charge. Stun-mode. A quick twirl of the weapon, and the template cancels, leaving Rinzler free to rezz the next. This time a long blade of light extends from one end, producing a sword. Its edge doesn't have quite the brilliant hum of Rinzler's disks... but it looks closer to that than it does to any metal blade.]
Utility baton. Multiple templates.
[The blade turns off like the blink of a light, leaving the grey baton with its faint accents. Rinzler opens the code for a moment, bringing up a scrolling selection frame set with three blocks of programming. The language is strange at a glance, hypercompressed data spelled in geometric twists of light. Rinzler doesn't seem to think it warrants much inspection. The display vanishes, and the program offers the baton back, mask angling a little.]
[Kaz isn't as outlandish or vocal as he used to be in his younger days, but this gets him to rock up on the balls of his feet in a near hop, and points the baton in a safe direction as he turns the blade on and back off again, then through some of the settings. There's some obvious youthful glee in each change of mode.]
[The gratitude that follows requires a burst of forced maturity.] You're right. That it is.
[But the truth is Rinzler could have brought him a broom handle and he still would have been happy, even if this is so much better.]
[The program watches without comment, but Miller knows him well enough to notice the smooth, even uptick of his sound. And the slight brightening of those red-orange circuits. Gifting procedure: success. Ally-protecting: also successful. Watch out, future-scraplets. Or any other threats he wasn't there to help against.
Rinzler ducks his head in a nod. Happy compile-date.]
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[He offers it back so it can be shown to him.]
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Utility baton.
Multiple templates.
[The blade turns off like the blink of a light, leaving the grey baton with its faint accents. Rinzler opens the code for a moment, bringing up a scrolling selection frame set with three blocks of programming. The language is strange at a glance, hypercompressed data spelled in geometric twists of light. Rinzler doesn't seem to think it warrants much inspection. The display vanishes, and the program offers the baton back, mask angling a little.]
Better than a broom handle.
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[The gratitude that follows requires a burst of forced maturity.] You're right. That it is.
[But the truth is Rinzler could have brought him a broom handle and he still would have been happy, even if this is so much better.]
Thank you, Rinzler.
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Rinzler ducks his head in a nod. Happy compile-date.]