[h2]Sapphire Rode - Armory Class[/h2]
Sapphire had found a number of minor miscalculations. She'd rushed through the process in the initial design because she'd been excited by the idea and how it might influence her fighting style. The mistakes were minor but completely changed the end result. She was glad she’d started checking her work, she didn’t want to be falling off walls thirty feet up. Her aura would protect her but that would still be some serious bruises.

As she worked Sapphire became aware of Krysanthe looking over her drawing. More than likely attempting to figure out what it was. Sapphire was about to snap at the girl that it was impolite to stare when she heard her name from one row up. It was Gren, he trailed off looking at her schematic. If Gren was half as smart as he acted then he’d more than likely done some research into the forces that his semblance manipulated. The equations that Sapphire was using weren’t all together that different from friction manipulation though a bit more refined. He must recognize what she was trying to do. Perhaps she could ask for his assistance. It never hurt to have a second opinion, it was always the simplest mistakes that you overlooked.

But that could wait. Gren was asking her to take a look at something in his hand. It was a breathing apparatus. Her first thought was a gas mask but there was no filter. It was more likely designed to operate in environments where oxygen was contaminated or absent. Though Gren wouldn’t be bringing it to her if there wasn’t something defective or incomplete about it.

"What’s wrong with it?"