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fissionmailed2010-05-23 11:41 pm
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//The day is breaking now, it's time to go away
[There is a laboratory on the fifth floor that is already back in use following the blackout. Otacon and Sunny had been hard at work to set this place up following their theft of half a computer lab and most of the technology on one particular floor. Now, this exceptionally secure facility - for the husband of a Liquid, paranoia was normal - was back in action already, though most of the security features needed to be reset. Finally, he could run those tests. For a while, all that could be heard from the room was strange noises, whirring, clicking, the whining of machinery.]
[Inside the room, the laboratory probably reminded one of that of a mad scientist. Several computers had been modified and linked together over one wall. One of them was lit up, displaying a video feed from the MK4 as it diligently returned to base for checking over before he could send it after Liquid again. Dismantled machinery and the odd strange contraption were scattered all over. There were notes and blueprints, the odd miniature robot (made out of careful boredom) and a few carefully made paper cranes. A bookshelf covered most of one wall, filled with various books stolen from the library and found lying around. Only one table was relatively clear - the one at which Otacon sat.]
[That table was almost entirely clear, save for a notepad, a few pens, one or two tools - and what appeared to be a mechanical hand. It had taken a lot of work, and he still was trying to find a better method of attachment, but it seemed to be working fine. He carefully set it back into the stand, watching as the fingers curled and twitched on command from the program he'd used to test them. The problem was that it needed testing from the man who would use it as well. He swung himself over to one of the computers, tapping in a command. It was easier to call the radio through the microphone there than to fuss around with the codec and hope it worked.]
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volginswaifu will be getting a call, but Otacon's lab is currently open if anyone wants to bother, since Otacon hasn't gotten the systems back online for security yet. He's been a little distracted by robotics. )
[Inside the room, the laboratory probably reminded one of that of a mad scientist. Several computers had been modified and linked together over one wall. One of them was lit up, displaying a video feed from the MK4 as it diligently returned to base for checking over before he could send it after Liquid again. Dismantled machinery and the odd strange contraption were scattered all over. There were notes and blueprints, the odd miniature robot (made out of careful boredom) and a few carefully made paper cranes. A bookshelf covered most of one wall, filled with various books stolen from the library and found lying around. Only one table was relatively clear - the one at which Otacon sat.]
[That table was almost entirely clear, save for a notepad, a few pens, one or two tools - and what appeared to be a mechanical hand. It had taken a lot of work, and he still was trying to find a better method of attachment, but it seemed to be working fine. He carefully set it back into the stand, watching as the fingers curled and twitched on command from the program he'd used to test them. The problem was that it needed testing from the man who would use it as well. He swung himself over to one of the computers, tapping in a command. It was easier to call the radio through the microphone there than to fuss around with the codec and hope it worked.]
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volginswaifu will be getting a call, but Otacon's lab is currently open if anyone wants to bother, since Otacon hasn't gotten the systems back online for security yet. He's been a little distracted by robotics. )
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Heh...what next?
[His hand throbbed still, but he didn't care. Ivan wanted this hand more than anything.]
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[He gave him a pleased smile.]
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[Raikov seemed excited.]
So...when I have to take it off. How do I do that?
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The method of fixing it on isn't a permanent one - the needles are strong enough to hold it on, but the harness secures it. Eventually, if you don't mind, I'm hoping to adapt it so that it doesn't need the harness at all. I might be able to make it less painful too. But I figured you'd want it as soon as possible, so I'm willing to work around your schedule.
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...R-right. [He didn't catch much of what Otacon had said.]
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Hey, are you alright?
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[He was still staring at his arm, looking progressively more devastated.]
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[He looked even more worried, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose lightly.]
It must be quite a shock, but don't worry too much.
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[He looked away, down at the robotic hand.]
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[He pushed his hair back with his other hand.]
Can I put it back on now?
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[He handed it to him.]
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Ahh. Thanks.
[He flexed his right hand experimentally, and smiled.]
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[Ivan smiled.]
Emmerich. If you ever need anything, feel free to contact me.
[That was his way of expressing gratitude--words were simply not enough.]
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Alright. Thank you, Major.
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[He stood up, noting how odd it felt to have a hand at his side again.]
I'll see you in a week, then.
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