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psychokinesia) wrote2025-03-18 12:49 am
psychokinesia) wrote2025-03-18 12:49 am
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[ netbook | dynamo | action ]
[ netbook | dynamo | action ]
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[rip Wolfwood seeing the outside world today, Add is on a fucking mission]
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And, well. When half of your foot is missing...what can you do, exactly?
(Answer: nothing. You take the upgrades and go "cool thanks")]
...if you're gonna do all this to my leg, then you should give me my vials back when you're done. Fair's fair, ain't it?
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[... okay, yeah, he knows what Wolfwood means. He wants Add to give up the vials now instead of doing his analysis. But he doesn't really want to give up on that. What's the harm in trying to understand how it works? Even if he doesn't experiment with it, it's useful.]
I could make it safer to use. Two, maybe even three uses at a time... you don't think that's worth pursuing at all? [would it be better if Wolfwood is the test subject...]
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Wolfwood's brows furrow heavily again, as Add says that. It's hard to think of what to even say, because...he knows Add is smart, and he knows he could probably make real, actual progress on something like that, but it just feels...wrong, somehow.
Wrong, and very, very dangerous.]
...I don't know.
[It's said honestly, and with all of the weight of a rock dropping into a pond. Because he doesn't know, really.]
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Add tinkers in silence for awhile. Swapping parts around to make a hollow gap in the heel, taking apart a small pocket knife to fit that in the toe, adding springs, a mechanism to open it, testing the trigger... it's easy to get lost in his work, normally, but that thought just keeps surfacing at the back of his mind.
After awhile his hands start to slow, struggling to tighten an exceptionally tiny screw. He sighs, hunching forward as he works.]
... in Elrios, back when Nasod technology was at its peak, there existed a group called Nasod Ruler. They believed that artificial life was dangerous, so they developed codes and technology specifically for destroying Nasods. Viruses, biological warfare, mind control... destruction alone wasn't enough, they wanted to remove all traces of Nasod from history. Once the machines were dealt with, they moved on to the researchers who created them.
Technology like that, designed for acts of mass genocide and destruction... my weapons, augments, even Dynamo themselves, all of it is built on research done by Nasod Ruler. Kukuku, to say that I'm continuing their forbidden research... it wouldn't be a false statement.
[He hits the trigger, the knife shooting out with a satisfying shingβyeah, that's basically a toe-switchblade he's built. He turns it around a few times, checking the alignment of the blade and the opening.]
But I don't consider my research "their" work anymore. Even if it's based on the same codes, I've made it my own. I get to decide what it's used for, how I want to use it. Improvements are mine, based on my own goals and priorities. Understanding their strengths and weaknesses means I can fight back more effectively as well.
You can decide whatever you want for yourself, but if I was in your position... either improve it to my own needs, or don't use it at all. Those are the only real options.
[He slides the knife back into the toe, checking the holding mechanism now... he's managed to keep his tone neutral through that whole little speech, but the dynamos that aren't holding Wolfwood's leg up have moved closer to Add's shoulders, like they're doing a little huddle over him. Emotional support drones.]
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...
He has a point. After all, Wolfwood had promised to never overuse the drug again, especially after the disastrous book-burning incident that resulted in his first death and the loss of his leg in the first place. Yet here he is, not...over using, but still relying on it. Otherwise, he can count on one hand several situations where he would have just died again if he hadn't. Thinking back on it, the failed attack on Suri...he subconsciously lifts a hand, brushing his fingertips over the ugly burn scarring on the side of his face and neck.
Wolfwood watches in silence as Add fits the knife into his foot, very much delivering on that promise to make it a reality. He's not a tech guy even a little bit, so the fact Add can pull that off just with parts he has and on the fly no less is undeniably impressive. If he can do that with just parts...imagine what he could do with the serum? It's all the more poignant when he thinks about the fact that the brand on his shoulders is now no longer there, covered thanks to Flamebringer's efforts to mask it with something else entirely.]
...if I let you do your experiments, you can't use the serum on yourself. Use it on me.
[Because for as grouchy and pissy as he is, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if Add died using this shit, even IF it was his decision to do so.]