[Which is fine by Seifer. He's there often, damn near lives at the place anymore. Sleeps there most of the time even. It keeps him from bothering Duke and frankly he finds it safer than the dorms where the damned robots know where he is for certain. Maybe it's a false sense of security, but it's a small one regardless.
Take what you can get in this dystopian hellscape after all.]
Oh yeah?
[He glances up from his work, right now putting together the small delicate parts that will form an even newer and more improved version of the trigger mechanism on his gunblade. All dismantled on the workbench before him.
Oh, hello. He leans over, dragging the crystal under his magnifying light to have a closer look.]
The hell's a wave splitter? But damn, this thing looks nice.
[Dog hops up, eager for playtime that's now become customary when Drifter arrives.]
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Take what you can get in this dystopian hellscape after all.]
Oh yeah?
[He glances up from his work, right now putting together the small delicate parts that will form an even newer and more improved version of the trigger mechanism on his gunblade. All dismantled on the workbench before him.
Oh, hello. He leans over, dragging the crystal under his magnifying light to have a closer look.]
The hell's a wave splitter? But damn, this thing looks nice.
[Dog hops up, eager for playtime that's now become customary when Drifter arrives.]