Post by Reed Apollo on May 8, 2021 9:47:04 GMT -5
Some days are just lucky. Whether the stars had aligned just right, or karma was paying out on a slew of good deeds all at once didn't really matter. What mattered was that there were days when you could do almost anything. When fortune favored you and you found yourself almost effortlessly succeeding at anything you did. They were a special, wonderful type of day. Reed was NOT having one of those days.
He sat at a picnic table in the quad of Haven academy scowling down at Solaris Arc. The weapon sat on the table. The yo-yo's body trailing wire back to the gauntlets that Reed usually wore when he wielded the thing.
It had all started in his training session today. Solaris Arc had suffered a malfunction. The wench attached to the gauntlets wrist had jammed and reversed, as had the small system of levers and gears that deployed the spikes on the yo-yo's body. Reed had swung the thing, intending to bring it back and catch it only to find a sharp, dangerous disk propelling itself back at him. He had barely dodged the weapon as it struck the ground beside his leg.
That would have been bad enough, but apparently the uncontrolled impact had also cracked the fire dust canaster built into the weapons body. After what Reed considered a very minor explosion, regardless of what his instructor had said when scolding him afterward, Reed found his pant leg on fire and the flames rapidly spreading.
After a few panicked moments for Reed, one of his classmates had found it in their heart to use some water dust and doused the flames. The result ended with Reed standing in his boxer briefs, his pants nothing more than a strip of cloth comparable to a belt. The resounding chorus of laughter that immediately followed had been just great. Perfect day.
Beside Solaris Arc was a small toolbax that Reed kept, and spread out on the table were design plans and a number of pieces of paper that served as the closest thing to an owners manual Reed had. Back at Sanctum he had built the weapon, but he had really lacked the skill to do so. Some Lien, and some helpful classmates had allowed him to get the thing together and working. In truth however, while Reed could use the weapon pretty well he only had a passing knowledge of exactly how it worked from a mechanical viewpoint.
Apparently skipping routine maintainence had caught up with him. Replacing the cracked dual canaster had been easy enough, but as he twisted a screwdriver into the body of the yo-yo's attempting to trigger the lever to retract the blades he felt a stab of pain on his index finger.
With a frustrated growl his hand snapped back, dropping the screwdriver. He dug out the small package of band aids from the toolbox and covered the small pool of crimson on his index finger. There were perhaps a dozen of the small bandages crisscrossed over his fingers. War wounds from his attempt to fix his should be faithful companion.
"Okay...I'm screwed." He mumbled as he looked over the diagrams of the weapon for what felt like the thousandth time.
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He sat at a picnic table in the quad of Haven academy scowling down at Solaris Arc. The weapon sat on the table. The yo-yo's body trailing wire back to the gauntlets that Reed usually wore when he wielded the thing.
It had all started in his training session today. Solaris Arc had suffered a malfunction. The wench attached to the gauntlets wrist had jammed and reversed, as had the small system of levers and gears that deployed the spikes on the yo-yo's body. Reed had swung the thing, intending to bring it back and catch it only to find a sharp, dangerous disk propelling itself back at him. He had barely dodged the weapon as it struck the ground beside his leg.
That would have been bad enough, but apparently the uncontrolled impact had also cracked the fire dust canaster built into the weapons body. After what Reed considered a very minor explosion, regardless of what his instructor had said when scolding him afterward, Reed found his pant leg on fire and the flames rapidly spreading.
After a few panicked moments for Reed, one of his classmates had found it in their heart to use some water dust and doused the flames. The result ended with Reed standing in his boxer briefs, his pants nothing more than a strip of cloth comparable to a belt. The resounding chorus of laughter that immediately followed had been just great. Perfect day.
Beside Solaris Arc was a small toolbax that Reed kept, and spread out on the table were design plans and a number of pieces of paper that served as the closest thing to an owners manual Reed had. Back at Sanctum he had built the weapon, but he had really lacked the skill to do so. Some Lien, and some helpful classmates had allowed him to get the thing together and working. In truth however, while Reed could use the weapon pretty well he only had a passing knowledge of exactly how it worked from a mechanical viewpoint.
Apparently skipping routine maintainence had caught up with him. Replacing the cracked dual canaster had been easy enough, but as he twisted a screwdriver into the body of the yo-yo's attempting to trigger the lever to retract the blades he felt a stab of pain on his index finger.
With a frustrated growl his hand snapped back, dropping the screwdriver. He dug out the small package of band aids from the toolbox and covered the small pool of crimson on his index finger. There were perhaps a dozen of the small bandages crisscrossed over his fingers. War wounds from his attempt to fix his should be faithful companion.
"Okay...I'm screwed." He mumbled as he looked over the diagrams of the weapon for what felt like the thousandth time.
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Words:539