Getting in gear

[not_most_days]

Characters: Kidd and MarKus
When/Where: At home, shortly after everyone gets their regains
Summary: Kidd needs the aid of her flatmate's tinkering skills to repair her gift.
Warnings: None

Kidd was a little skeptical when she held the crystal in her hand. A gift? Something they want? It was a kind offering, but this reminded her a little too much of the problematic and dangerous artifacts that the Assassins and Templars fought over back home. Then there was the matter that the...woman who gave her this thing wasn't even human. Something close to, perhaps, but clearly not. It was all very strange.

In spite of her suspicions, she got something she had been missing but it had appeared in poor condition. Whether it was part of the process or they somehow liberated her equipment from the prison back home didn't matter, she now had a hidden blade. It was broken, but this would be better than trying to have one made from scratch. After mulling over her options and talking with Bonnie, she decided the best thing to do would be to offer the repair job to her flatmate.

Kidd sat on the couch in the living room as she waited for MarKus to return home, the device laid out on the table in front of her. She had been picking at it a bit, trying to fix the mechanism herself as she waited. She knew enough for maintenance, but it seemed like some parts needed to be replaced outright.

Comments

[2hell_weride]

By now, Kidd should be adapted to the way MarKus would come home after work; some nights dead tired and some just kind of, 'meh'. Tonight was one of those 'meh' nights where he wasn't that tired. Heck, a good distraction would perk him right up.

"Hey Kidd." he says, which is just a syllable off from him speaking down to someone younger. Spying the "mess" on the table, he walks over. "What's that?" He'd gotten his gift already and was wearing it, regardless of how it functioned anymore, around his waist.

[not_most_days]

She was indeed hoping for one of those "meh" evenings, though she was curious if there was ever a time he'd return home in good spirits. Glancing down she gestured at the weapon.

"That uh, Tarutaru was it? Jessie? She helped me get this. It's a tool of mine from home but it's not in working condition." Several months in a colonial prison's store room would do that. "The blade is rusted, the strap worn out and the spring mechanism is broken."

[2hell_weride]

"Well I can help with two of those things. I mean, we have some leather around the shop for shields and the blade." he just scoffs. "Blades.", and laughter.

"The mechanism though... I worked on big machines but... given I can't read blueprints for shit, I'm pretty good at figuring things out. Mind if I look and you walk me through?" He might not have been in 'good' spirits when he walked in, but since it was 'meh', this is working him towards HYPE

[not_most_days]

Kidd nodded and handed over the device. Part of her was loathe to give it to someone who wasn't allied with the Brotherhood, but that was more habit than any real suspicion. Her time spent on the couch waiting for him was partially to talk herself past that point.

"It's a concealed weapon with a blade that can extend a blade when you put pressure there by flexing your hand." She gave a demonstration of the hand motion. "I doubt I'll need it as much here, but it would make me feel...better to have it."