Post by Ugumi Ryusuke on Jun 19, 2012 9:17:10 GMT -6
You'd think that after having been forced to deal with a problem for multiple consecutive years, most people generally learned their lessons. Typically speaking, it was true - the vast majority of people, after making a mistake once or twice, usually went and fixed the issue, or failing that they figured out a way to work around it. That, at its heart, was the story of civilization - primitive cultures overcame the challenges presented to them, and in doing so they grew, advanced and evolved into what they were today, masters of their owns fates.... for the most part. Nevertheless, though, there would always be a few people who didn't learn their lessons, who kept making the same mistakes over and over again, or those seemingly tiny problems that always escaped notice once something bigger or shinier came along....... sitting in at his private workbench in his room at the Tower, Ryusuke pondered whether his current predicament was a result of him being the former or if the problem he was finally fixing was a result of the latter, and as a reward for his deep thoughts the teen managed to drop the tool he was using onto the floor, the metal instrument bouncing twice to land under the table itself, and in going to retrieve it Ryusuke received a rather nasty smack to the forehead as his skull and the table edge met.
Silently cursing, Ryusuke figured that this was probably something along the lines of karma. After having had nearly 6 years to get used to his prosthetics, learning all of their quirks, benefits and shortcomings, he would have thought he'd get around to waterproofing the things before now. Yesterday most certainly hadn't been the first time that the thought had crossed his mind, especially after getting caught in the rain after first getting the metal limbs, but it was the first time he'd actually had to pay for it - fighting while short and arm and leg usually didn't end well for the person in question, although on the other hand simply going along without the prosthetics wasn't exactly an option. Short an arm, he could manage, maybe - his rather unique ability would certainly cover that shortcoming in a fight, at least for a while, but short a leg? Not a chance. Besides, it wasn't like he could use his ability to compensate for every single need in such a fashion, at least not yet - he was getting better and better at keeping it going long and more often, but for now he still had very real limits.
Rubbing his forehead with his free, flesh and blood hand, Ryusuke bent over to the side to take a look under the table, instantly locating the dropped screwdriver - well beyond his current reach. After several long moments of staring at the tool with thinly veiled irritation Ryusuke rose just far enough to look at was on the table - his prosthetic right arm, exposed up to his should by his black tanktop and halfway disassembled with the parts surgically placed in an almost obsessive compulsive manner around the still assembled portion of the arm. The arm, limp in large part due to the now removed parts, would scatter everything if it was dragged off of the edge without lifting it, and losing any of the pieces would risk the arm arbitrarily failing, maybe immediately after putting it back together, maybe a few days from then. Moving it as it was wasn't much of an option, either - if anything shifted inside of the thing while what was still in the arm was loose, it could just as easily cause the same problems.
"Dammit." Karma, indeed.
