[open to investigators]

[nicotinized]

So, uh, unrelated to all that grant stuff [ACADEMIA, he does not understand you] - this is the first place we've been in a while with any sort of tech, it might be worthwhile to grab more portable stuff - flashlights, two-way radios, stuff like that. And lots of batteries.

And is there anyone good at building stuff? I've got a favor to ask.

Comments

[nicotinized]

Yeah, it's tech. Simple tasers, basically.

[He wants one to give to Chizuru, but if there's more for the other non-fighters to defend themselves - well, that's probably good too]

[adjustable]

Tasers, huh? [There's a moment of silence, but filtering in and out like a bad radio connection, it seems Souda's putting together what he'll need in his head.]

I can do that! How many you need?

[nicotinized]

Minimum one, but if it won't tax the resources here, a few more would be good, for the people who aren't trained to fight.

[adjustable]

Got it. I should be able to whip up some in a couple days.

[nicotinized]

Thanks. Let me know when you want to meet up - I can store them in Liminal Space.

[adjustable]

Gimme a couple of days-- I'd have 'em sooner, but this grant project thing is keepin' me real busy.

[But, with more interest:] You can store stuff?

[nicotinized]

Shit makes me glad I was never an academic.

And yeah, I can - not a lot of stuff, but some.

[adjustable]

Eh, it ain't so bad. I'm glad I finally get to get to work on somethin' again!

[And that mental voice of his conveys that excitement pretty well--]

I can only open up portals back to Liminal Space every once in a while.

[nicotinized]

[There's the mental equivalent of a shrug] Takes practice - portals seem to be the first step for everyone.

[adjustable]

He--eh. I guess I'll keep practicin' then.

[It'd be useful to have a place to store things, after all.]

[nicotinized]

Good luck.

[adjustable]

Oi, what's your name? I'll get in contact when they're done.

[nicotinized]

Toshizou Hijikata. There's, uh, two of us, but the other one's an infiltrator right now.

[adjustable]

...eh?

[Anyone japanese would've heard that name, but... two? Seriously?] Uh... okay then.

[...]

No, why are there two of you?!

[nicotinized]

Hell if I know. Trumps have a fucked up sense of humor, I guess.

[adjustable]

Do you like-- look exactly the same 'n everything?

[nicotinized]

No - he's a little bit shorter, short hair, lighter eyes. No cyberarm either.

[adjustable]

...cyberarm?

[nicotinized]

Metal, lots of little servos inside and shit.

[adjustable]

Oi, would you lemme look at it sometime?!

[nicotinized]

Look? Maybe. Fiddle around? Not unless you're extremely fucking sure of what you're doing. [He can't exactly get a replacement around here if you break it]

[adjustable]

I wouldn't break it or anythin'. I'm the best mechanic around, after all!

[nicotinized]

Yeah, and you didn't know what the hell I was talking about.

[adjustable]

That was just surprise! It ain't every day you meet someone with a cyberarm, y'know?!

[nicotinized]

Didn't sound like surprise to me.

[OOC: I sent you and Matt an e-mail so we can figure out how much got done :3]