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[h3][color=00a651]Armory Class
Chatting up the Crew[/color][/h3][/center]

[color=00a651]"Ha. If you think this is too much, you don't know me very well. [i]Excessive[/i] is my default."[/color] Gren joked. True he does tend to take things overboard, but in this instance he needed to strip the God Eater for parts anyways. Anything he didn't need he'd let Oswald and the others use. It was simply recycling, a win-win for everyone. Aside from that comment Gren nodded at Oswald's instance not to mess with the blades. Gren disagreed, but it was Oswald's weapon. Gren would help him make it to his specifications and they'll test it out once it's complete. If it works for Oswald than all is good, and if not, still plenty of time to work on it. Just as Emerald was able to rend through Gren's helmet, Gren himself was able to turn his giant gun into organized piles of scraps. He just kept pulling out cardboard boxes out of his bag to store all the spare parts until they were in separate boxes. He even had a box of for bullets, the engine to his weapon, and dust.

[color=00a651]"With us on your side, Ozzy, we'll get this done before supper."[/color]

As Gren started picking through the piles of parts to put together Oswald's pilebunker, Gren couldn't help but notice the tension around Emerald. Unlike what Gren is used to, this tension wasn't so much between fellow students but something more personal. Gren was almost afraid to ask. Everyone had problems and Gren wasn't always equipped to handle them. He knew his own baggage and wouldn't want anyone else to have to stomach it either, and he was almost certain that Emerald didn't want to burden others with her issues. But that only evoked another though in Gren's head; friends stick together. Through the thick and thin. And while he couldn't say he was particularly close to anyone here, surely the first step to friendship was sacrifice?

Gren understood that whatever happened to Emerald, and possibly the rest of her team, was a sensitive matter that Gren couldn't just come barging into. Well he could but he'd make a mess of it. For now the best he could think of doing was supporting Emerald and being a friend for her. However form that takes. Which mostly came in the form of cheap compliments. [color=00a651]"Tactical glasses would be sweet as hell. I made my HUD in a helmet because that's just my aesthetic, but I think Emerald would look cool in glasses."[/color] Holding up some device that was suppose to be the prototype pilebunker, it made violent thrusting motions and nearly slipped out of Gren's hands. It was rough and jerky, but it had the essence of what Gren intended to make. Now he just needed more power. Unlike a Pile Driver that hammers in with repeated blows, a Pile Bunker needed to go all the way with just one. And just as Anna had mentioned, the difficulty would be making something so efficient that was so small.

Gren had ideas but this would be slightly more difficult than he had first envisioned. Now focusing more on Oswald's weapon, Gren went to work.

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