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[skillz]

[Today Q is all business. With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a selection of carefully drawn schematics, tools and scraps of metal on the table, he has clearly been working on something. That, combined with the fact that he looks a little more pleased with himself than normal, his smile edging towards smug, suggests that whatever he's been making, he's finished.]

Armour: after discovering of the fate of a certain Schue, I have a feeling that there may be a bit of a call for it.

[He taps against his chest and it makes an almost wooden sound as he knocks on the breastplate under his cardigan. Not beyond a bit of casual showmanship, he begins to unbutton his knitwear as he speaks, showing the makeshift bulletproof vest underneath. The materials are scavenged but it doesn’t look bad; Q is a professional, after all. Apparently he has graduated from the terrible mechanical toys he built to trade a year or so ago. Now Q is showing his game.]

With barbed side release buckles, easyglide zip and six layers of reinforced lightweight titanium, this vest is easy to put on, difficult to remove by force and guaranteed a significant sight better than wandering around defenseless and susceptible to impromptu attacks. [Just like what had happened with Schue.] Those with a propensity for dangerous situations might be interested in one.

Quite the sales pitch. If you ever consider a career change, you could host one of those shopping channels. [The voice is off screen but should be recognisable to some people.] Maybe even go door to door and sell people vacuum cleaners.

[A laugh can be heard before Bela comes into view, placing a cup of tea down on the table before she walks over to him. She seems happy and relaxed, after having a good month so far. Long time coming really if you asked her.]

Perhaps a demonstration is in order?

[Q’s smirk vanishes for a second and he lets out a resigned sigh, standing up.] Lock and load, Bela. Do your worst. [The tone of his voice is exaggerated, an instinctive reaction to hide his nerves as he casts the woman in front of him a glance along the lines of if-you-shoot-me-in-the-arm-so-help-me-god.]

[She knows that he’s nervous, no matter how much he tried to hide it. His glance is noted before Bela moves off screen again to retrieve her gun, returning a few moments later.]

You’ll need to back up a bit first, sweetie. [Bela takes the safety off the gun after giving him instructions, examining the weapon briefly. Everything seemed to be in order. All she had to do now was wait on the test subject to prepare himself. Have fun with that, Q.]

[Q lets out a shaky sigh, trying to relax his body before nodding.] Ok. Go. [And within mere moments, he is on the floor. A bulletproof vest can protect him but he is still far from accustomed to being shot at. He staggers up and peers down at his chest, surveying the damage.]

It worked! [Despite the success, she is concerned. Bela places her gun down on the nearest surface before coming over to Q again.] You all right? [If one listened hard enough, they would notice a certain fondness in her tone.] That was quite the fall.

[Q runs his fingers over the dent in his breastplate. It will bruise but that’s what he had expected. He smirks and, after a second, sneaks a quick kiss on her cheek.] I’m fine. ….Thank you for shooting me.

[Remembering quite where he is, he peers back to his audience.]

If anyone would like one of their own, I am open to offers.

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[onsilksheets]

No one has ever thanked me for shooting them before. [A smirk, and then a kiss to his cheek afterwards.] But I'm glad I could help.

[skillz]

[Q smirks and adjusts his glasses.] Well, there's a first time for everything.

Do you shoot people often?

[onsilksheets]

Only if they give me a reason to.

[Her fingers play with the edge of his cardigan while she speaks.]

Need help taking that off?

[Q can interpret that as he will.]

[skillz]

[Cue a smug did-you-really-just-ask-that look.]

You mean do I need help removing my clothing?

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[disfavour]

Very impressive for a human. [ Comments from your resident Elven smithy, because he can't resist criticizing something designed, essentially, for over-zealous pellets. ] Can you not forge your own armour? You resort to this, something to be carved out of by real weapons.

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[skillz]

[Wow, thank you so much for that...praise? Q has the right mind to reel out his credentials, but he'd rather not broadcast them to the whole ship. Besides, Q is attempting to take the high ground, even if that's exceedingly difficult.]

What else do you suppose I am to build armour out of? Magic and dust?

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[disfavour]

Magic and metal, though if your efforts lie in dust then I'll not dissuade you from the task at hand. [ Wryly; ] I have half a mind to watch.

[ Arching a brow, he relents ... slightly. ]

There is a forge if you are of a mind to build armour, human.

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[skillz]

[For the sake of progress, Q is going to ignore the other man's earlier comments entirely. That mention of a forge has caught his interest.]

Where is it located?

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[onsilksheets]

He's done the best he can with the resources available to him. [ So there. ] It was successful for the purpose it was created for. I'd consider that impressive.

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[disfavour]

I would commend you on satisfying yourself, but I imagine I would be belated in doing so.

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[onsilksheets]

You would imagine correctly. Although, the aim of this is to provide protection for those who need it.

[puppydogeyes]

[If she could actually be really excited about a network post, this may just be the one. Not that anyone could tell from her texting.]

Stab resistant?
How many can you make?

[skillz]

Of course.

How many would you like? Time is a factor; I'm not exactly a factory in Taiwan.

[puppydogeyes]

Current number is 23.
More hands going to make it quicker?

[skillz]

If they have the skills required. In all honesty, I doubt that they will.

because i also need cr with her

[onsilksheets]

It probably is stab resistant but after shooting him, I'm not sure he'd let me come at him with a knife.

:3 :3

[puppydogeyes]

Should show more dedication to testing his product.

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[jurisimpudent]

[Sharply:]

A less violent demonstration would not have been unappreciated.

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[onsilksheets]

[There's always one...]

How else were we going to prove that the armour works?

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[jurisimpudent]

[Crisply:]

An invitation for those interested to witness a demonstration, whereupon the vest is applied to an inanimate object - not a person - prior to the shooting.

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[sorrycharles]

I don't suppose you're available for a private demonstration?

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[onsilksheets]

Perhaps. But it's up to the creator behind the armour.

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[sorrycharles]

[There's a distinct pause when the voice that answers doesn't belong to Q.

Recalculating.]

Well it's him that I'm after.

[ The rough of Erik's voice conveys mirth -- a show of his teeth over the line translates through his diction. Excessive patience. Condescension. ]

Who are you?

Some sort of secretary?

Omg do not kill him!

[skillz]

Potentially. Might I ask why? Are you afraid I'm performing some sort of visual trickery?

if i did that then how would he make more sweet ass metal clothes for me a magneto

[sorrycharles]

Visual, [ says Erik, ] physical. I mean no offense.

[ ...He isn’t quite swift to assure. More as a matter of fact, allowing for the possibility that his circumspection might be misconstrued. ]

If the device works as well in the field as it does under controlled fire I’ll be very impressed.