0027 - [Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[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.

Comments

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Eloquent as always.

[leavetreadmarks]

"As always," what the fuck?

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Not you in specific terms. More that most of the newer crowd is almost always often startled and profanity-riddled.

[leavetreadmarks]

Well duh, I mean... what? Is that. And you.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

This is a weapon, designed for a friend.

And I am Scorpius.

[leavetreadmarks]

Some friend.

Are you... wait, are you another priest? Thing?

[keeps_a_cool_head]

He had severe need of it, I'm afraid.

And I am a scientist, and a military commander. Or I was, before my death.

[leavetreadmarks]

And now you make replacement hands that look like buzzsaws.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

I'm afraid most of us at some point in our lives have to take a step down in order to move up in the world.