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

[strangehistorian]

My goodness, is that necessary?

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Not strictly, but I find it important to have on hand.

[Said with the straightest face in the world]

[strangehistorian]

Oh! I get it.

[She's fairly proud of herself. Humor is usually difficult for her to grasp.]

Well, just be careful, I suppose! Make sure the Lieutenant knows how to use it without hurting himself or anyone else.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

I think you'll be pleased to know I've made it impossible for him to cut himself with this blade.

[strangehistorian]

How is that?

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[He sets the armblade against his own hand, letting the sharp edge settle in but not cut]

This extension has its own electronic components. It will be programed to instantly retract should any part of Horatio near it.

I'd demonstrate now but it would involve his allowing me to swing this at his head.

[strangehistorian]

Oh, that's fascinating! But it does still leave a risk to people and objects around him.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Yes. He'll need time and practice.