keeps_a_cool_head | 0027

0027 - [Video]

[Finally - after having his room stripped of supplies twice, after the Mirror Barge nonsense and allies lost and warden annoyances - Scorpius is holding in his hands the sum of the hours he's spent cooped up in his cabin.

He stands up from his work desk, holding what looks to be a ridiculously sharp and extravagant blade to be fitted over an arm. It has other uses - to pick up delicate things, to turn doorknobs and so on - but the chief inspiration seems to come from excessive weaponry.

Scorpius fits it over his own arm, and with a heave, turns his arm to cut into the wall next to him. The blade embeds itself into the wall some three inches deep before stopping. Satisfied, he pulls it free and sets it back on the table]

I believe your replacement is ready, Horatio.

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[Mickey looks roughly like he just discovered Santa Claus is real.]

Holy shit, dude.

[Barbara's grin is one of delighted admiration.] That's amazing.

[ Goodness gracious. ] Wow. That. [ is hideous ] That sure is a thing. Think it's got enough knives?

Sweet God, has it occured to you he will for some purposes need a hand?

It's finished?

[Wow, that is... that is quite a replacement. Horatio doesn't remember agreeing to something quite so... spike encrusted.

But he trusts Scorpius to have included fingers in it somewhere, and he suspects that Scorpius is publicly showing him, just so that everyone knows how spine encrusted his new arm will be, which is a gesture as overprotective as it is thoughtful.]

It looks most impressive, Sir. You would show me how to operate it as well, I hope?