[center][h1]Rumi Bers Polamor[/h1]
[@Hitman][@Ryteb Pymeroce][@canaryrose][/center]

Rumi outfitted himself with a pair of glowing bracelets and his visor, entering his testing chamber. Several large boxes lined a wall, but the room was otherwise empty. "Alright, we will start initial testing of 'Cerebellum', beginning with movement and shape tests," Rumi announced. He raised an arm and snapped his fingers. The boxes began to shake, and a mass of tiny machines burst out of them, all converging towards Rumi. They were not the nanomachines he commonly used, however. They were the predecessor to them; a larger machine called a "microbot". Still very small, but gargantuan compared to a nanobot. Rumi had quickly moved on from them due to the lack of easy storage while traveling, which was unacceptable for Rumi. He still didn't have a solution as of yet, but he would just have to think of something. For now, he would test. 

The microbots began to stack on top of each other and form a giant hand, moving left to right as if waving hello, then began to form various one-handed gestures. "Seems good so far," Rumi said as he began to step up, the microbots forming stairs as he climbed up a cylindrical tower. The tower then collapsed, the microbots moving as if they were liquid, except for a a group that formed a surfboard shape to keep Rumi on the surface and allowed him to "surf" on them. Rumi extended his flailing arms out, trying to keep his balance. 

Rumi then spread his arms out, dispersing the microbots away from him, and brought his back back together, palms apart while fingertips met.  The bots stacked up and around him, making a barrier around him with honeycomb shaped holes in it. He clenched his fist, causing the holes to close up and leaving him in darkness. With a spinning wrist and a slashing motion, the bots began to open up and spin around him, gathering together into a ball and split apart as if slashed apart. "Hmm... pretty good performance, but a little slower than I had hoped," Rumi said. "I'll have to do some finetuning." 

There was a knock, and a door slid open, revealing his secretary Chris. "Sir, you have a call," he said, holding up a phone.

"I'm a little busy right now," Rumi protested. "Leave it on voicemail if it's not important."

"It's from 'Blake Ignatius von Brandt', sir," Chris continued. 

"Fire Tweety? The heck does he want with me?" Rumi asked. In the end, his curiosity won out and he took the phone. "This better be good." Pressing the answer button, Rumi brought the phone to his ear, answering with, "Talk to me." 

...

"A 'collar thingy'," Rumi responded. "Come on, Blake, you're gonna need to give me a bit more information than that to make it worth my while. Y'know, like, what does it look like, or what was wearing it before you got it?"