[u][h3]Kuhaku Shiro - Armory Class[/h3][/u]

     What to do, what to do? Shiro had a rough idea of what he wanted to make. A drafted 'schematic' crudely drawn onto his Scroll's painting application. All he needed now were the hard goods. The materials to actually [i]create[/i] what he set out to come up with. White furry ears twitching like a pair of satellite dishes with an electronic version of Tourette's syndrome, Shiro wandered about looking at the classes' multiple random parts bins. Muttering to himself quietly like a madman, he held an odd back and forth conversation.

[b]"For the body of collar, maybe some sort of polymer or plastic material? I think this class has a 3D Printer and CNC machine...I think. Bah, polymer would probably be better and able to stand up to the rigors of fighting."[/b]
Loudly, he rummaged through a bin he thought might have what he needed.
[b]"It'll need to have a secure way of closing and snapping shut. Maybe machine out something like the way some game console controllers are made.."[/b]
Absent-minded, Shiro randomly tossed unwanted parts over his shoulder. Not exactly thinking about the mess he was creating or who he may potentially hit..
[b]"After that, secure it shut with some small phillips head screws. Those should be around here somewhere...Now, what to contain the glow-in-the-dark chemical...Maybe some medical tubing with the ends sealed shut. Agh, where is...!"[/b]
At another bin, he located a bag of chemlights and the tubing he needed. Problem still was the material required for the body of his collar. Pausing his search, Shiro frowned and thought for a moment. He hadn't properly named his creation-to-be. Shrugging, he continued his loud search for mats. Ears and tail perking, he found a carton of sterile latex gloves and some protective goggles just in time for his Scroll's timer to set off.
[b]"Oop! Gotta put this on hold for now."[/b] Trotting through the discarded mess he created, he set his found materials on his desk and trotted back over to the Degreaser tank where part of Kladenets lay in a grate. Removing his black gloves, he slipped the latex ones he found on over his bandaged hands and lifted the grate out of the tank. Dripping wet with solution, Shiro gently shook off the excess liquid and carefully removed Kladenets' spine. Looking around, he located the sand blaster and strided over. Kicking the back of the sand blaster open, he gingerly set the weapon part into the machine and slammed it shut. Staring through the glass window of the machine, Shiro remembered that he had forgotten. Forgotten a rather crucial step. 

Letting out an muffled/exasperated sigh, Shiro removed his latex gloves and angrily searched the web on his Scroll once more. [b]"Damn it. What PSI and grit did I use before?"[/b] Muttering to himself, he again wandered around the class looking for bags of a specific grit of sand.