closed | may/june catch-all

[faithfall]

Who: adrian & ??
Where: various
When: may/june
What: catch-all for june & migrated TDM threads

Warnings: N/A for now?

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[faithfall]

[ Adrian stops long enough to toss his apron into the puddle of vomit and walks right out the door after her without a second thought. He supposes that Fern would warn him that she might be planning some nefarious deed, but he can't imagine that she would have bothered to help him first.

He nods at her gesture, eyes still bright with curiosity and watches her arm transform or — be encased? Though he noticed none of the requisite components, it looks indistinguishable from magic, and yet unlike anything he's ever seen before. He doesn't want to be so rude as to grab it, but he leans down to get a better look at it, putting his whole face right in front of the dark opening at the front of it. ]

What does it do? Is it truly solid? May I? [ He raises a hand to it, but he waits for permission. ] This 'technology' is well beyond anything I've seen before, but if it is biological as well, I might be able to glean some understanding of it through study. Er, if you would permit that.

[exoterminator]

[ In any other life Fern should wisely warn him to not follow a strange woman into a dark alleyway and then immediately place his face in front of the barrel of a weapon. Samus does wave the opening away from his face. ] That's the business end.

It is a plasma-based weapon, and biometrically unique to me. [ Unfortunately for Adrian, he can not wear it.

She does bring it towards him more length-wise, as if brandishing her forearm. She clasps her palm over it, showing it's as solid as can be. If he wants to touch here she will permit it. It's solid metal, cool to the touch but emanating faint heat as if its own body heat. Question is if she'll puke from it—despite what she just said about it being biometrically tied to her, her arm is technically suspended in the middle of it. She was susceptible to the x-parasite infection despite her suit being otherwise impervious to any other hazards space throws at it her. so whatever the plot requires

Loathe to divulge any potential weaknesses to someone she's just met, she understands she needs to give a little if she hopes to gain anything from Adrian's curiosity. ]

...Usually I can summon the rest of it but, I haven't been able to since arriving here.

[faithfall]

Ah. [ Well, he knows that now. ] Right, so a projectile of some sort... Plasma, you said? From your blood?

[ It's bio-mechanical, as she said, so the projectile must come from somewhere, right? He's been using his free time to read whatever medical textbooks he can thrift, and he remembers this much.

Adrian starts to remove his glove, then stops himself. It might be helpful to know the texture and how alive the whole thing feels, but he doesn't want to risk causing her some horrible illness for the sake of curiosity. He touches it with his glove on, feeling the warmth only where his touch lingers too long. It certainly feels more alive than any weapon he's ever held, the shape of it entirely alien. ]

The rest of it? Is the nature of this world likely to hinder it, do you know?