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all i've been trying to say is that Ethical Corruption has never been tried before you don't need to yell at me
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Just ran a stale yellow. Nobody on this website is doing it like me, sticking it to the man like me, blazing a trail against tyranny like me. the only thing revolutionary about you is your rhetoric
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meido in the butler cafe???
Luke Schwarz
!
Wait, hold on a second! I didn't see that on the registrar at all, what gives? That actually sounded like a really useful course to take!
Especially for me, too. The more I could understand how to properly utilize Dust, the more ground I could make up in my lost training time. I could get closer to actually being on-level with everyone else. I could say with certainty that it would have been close to the top of the list of classes to register for, at any rate.
Damn, now I really wanted to get to the bottom of that.
"Dust Apps... Is that a second-year level class, or something? I don't remember seeing it when I registered coming in."
Could I switch something out for it, maybe?
I was probably going to end up spending at least another week in Armory to get this Lucerne made...
Well, thinking about it like that was running before I walk, wasn't it? I was getting ahead of myself before she even answered me. Ugh. I know I have a problem with being overly cautious, but overcorrecting into leaping before I looked was probably even worse of a direction to take things.
Maybe I needed to see her as a counselor before trying to work my way into having her as a teacher. At this rate, I probably needed both sorts of help...
!
Wait, hold on a second! I didn't see that on the registrar at all, what gives? That actually sounded like a really useful course to take!
Especially for me, too. The more I could understand how to properly utilize Dust, the more ground I could make up in my lost training time. I could get closer to actually being on-level with everyone else. I could say with certainty that it would have been close to the top of the list of classes to register for, at any rate.
Damn, now I really wanted to get to the bottom of that.
"Dust Apps... Is that a second-year level class, or something? I don't remember seeing it when I registered coming in."
Could I switch something out for it, maybe?
I was probably going to end up spending at least another week in Armory to get this Lucerne made...
Well, thinking about it like that was running before I walk, wasn't it? I was getting ahead of myself before she even answered me. Ugh. I know I have a problem with being overly cautious, but overcorrecting into leaping before I looked was probably even worse of a direction to take things.
Maybe I needed to see her as a counselor before trying to work my way into having her as a teacher. At this rate, I probably needed both sorts of help...
@Crimmy
Luke Schwarz
Miss Teàrlag...
I'm sorry, but your smiling needs a little work. You're still ticked off at me, aren't you? I'm really sorry, but you looked younger than I do! It wasn't as if she was a tiny as Cian or something, but still...
If a lot of people got it wrong, that had to grate on her. Like a rock in a stream, constantly getting worn down by annoyances and misjudgments. No matter how gracious you were, constantly having to correct people about something about you gets old...
Like my ahoge, huh?
"Must get annoying," I remarked. "In that case then, what class do you teach, Ma'am?"
I'm really sorry. I'll start taking you a little more seriously now.
However, if she was a teacher, that also meant my "goal" in talking to her fell through, as pathetic as it was to say. Being a tunnel vision, self-centered guy, I was unfortunately now at a bit of a loss with where to go from here. I hate to admit it, but for once I had a reason to be talking to someone beyond my own inability to shut up. And now that reason was rendered invalid.
I mean.
It certainly wasn't like I could ask her to take time away from her responsibilities as faculty to teach me about polearm usage...
Luke Schwarz
Miss Teàrlag...
I'm sorry, but your smiling needs a little work. You're still ticked off at me, aren't you? I'm really sorry, but you looked younger than I do! It wasn't as if she was a tiny as Cian or something, but still...
If a lot of people got it wrong, that had to grate on her. Like a rock in a stream, constantly getting worn down by annoyances and misjudgments. No matter how gracious you were, constantly having to correct people about something about you gets old...
Like my ahoge, huh?
"Must get annoying," I remarked. "In that case then, what class do you teach, Ma'am?"
I'm really sorry. I'll start taking you a little more seriously now.
However, if she was a teacher, that also meant my "goal" in talking to her fell through, as pathetic as it was to say. Being a tunnel vision, self-centered guy, I was unfortunately now at a bit of a loss with where to go from here. I hate to admit it, but for once I had a reason to be talking to someone beyond my own inability to shut up. And now that reason was rendered invalid.
I mean.
It certainly wasn't like I could ask her to take time away from her responsibilities as faculty to teach me about polearm usage...
Luke Schwarz
"......"
Eh? Teachers? We?
W-Was I being played with here? There was no way on earth someone who looked so young...
And yet, underneath the surly, serious gaze that almost was a glare, I found no hint of good humor or mischief. As somebody who regularly experiences the receiving end of such motivations, I knew what to look for, which only made things more disconcerting when I found none present at all.
She wasn't messing with me. I needed to find a way to reconcile this in my head, because that displeased reaction was way too earnest to be her acting.
Was this like a grad student situation? Could she maybe be a really youthful-looking upperclassman of mine? Wait, no, she'd still count under Family Day in that case!
She was at least a fully-fledged Huntress. Her not being a student in any capacity was why she couldn't call up her family to come see her. These were the immutable facts of the matter, based off of what she herself had just told me.
In hindsight, that certainly explained her getup...
"Er... Sorry."
I didn't know what else to say.
"......"
Eh? Teachers? We?
W-Was I being played with here? There was no way on earth someone who looked so young...
And yet, underneath the surly, serious gaze that almost was a glare, I found no hint of good humor or mischief. As somebody who regularly experiences the receiving end of such motivations, I knew what to look for, which only made things more disconcerting when I found none present at all.
She wasn't messing with me. I needed to find a way to reconcile this in my head, because that displeased reaction was way too earnest to be her acting.
Was this like a grad student situation? Could she maybe be a really youthful-looking upperclassman of mine? Wait, no, she'd still count under Family Day in that case!
She was at least a fully-fledged Huntress. Her not being a student in any capacity was why she couldn't call up her family to come see her. These were the immutable facts of the matter, based off of what she herself had just told me.
In hindsight, that certainly explained her getup...
"Er... Sorry."
I didn't know what else to say.
Schwarzes and Such
"Ah," they say in stereo after a short pause, carrying the somewhat worrisome implication that they hadn't considered the idea of people not being able to figure out on their own, or were mislead to believe that such things would otherwise be outside of their jurisdiction of responsibility.
Whichever of such fears arose in their audience, however, they were quickly allayed by their follow-up exchange.
"See," April said, nudging a grimacing Dawn with her elbow. "I told you he was overselling the whole 'Beacon people have a hair obsession' thing."
"Don't rub it in, nee-san." came the reply out of the shorter sister's half-pouting mouth. Fishing a couple of 25-lien notes out of her wallet, safely contained within the obi sash of her traditional dress, she grumbled out a half-hearted defense. "I thought it was one of those things where it was too stupid to be made up."
"You and I both know that we should never underestimate Luke." the fighter reminded the archer, gleefully accepting her payout on the wager.
"Anyways, yeah, we're Luke's little sisters, if you know him."
"Oh, don't gripe."
"M'not griping." Dawn griped, staring a hole through a nearby bush.
Tanner was a veteran Hunter, and knew not to mistake his surrogate niece glaring off at the world as him being caught. His camouflage skills are superb for a man who wears a garish Aloha shirt on a daily basis.
Or perhaps, they are so because of it.
---
"Likewise, Teàrlag,"
I made sure not to forget the pronunciation on that A in there. While I'm not the most worldly guy by any means, the combination of that name and the burr to her words told me that this girl was from the Valic Highlands. It's not as ridiculously overplayed as it was on pop culture pieces like Samurai Jack, or Limmy's Show, but it was distinct enough for me to recognize.
Hopefully her dialect didn't involve a lot of slang, though. That was where I checked out on regionalisms...
"Your parents making the trip up here, today?"
It was an innocent enough question. Just so long as I could keep the conversation flowing while I worked, it would probably make both easier. The human brain is strange like that sometimes.
"Ah," they say in stereo after a short pause, carrying the somewhat worrisome implication that they hadn't considered the idea of people not being able to figure out on their own, or were mislead to believe that such things would otherwise be outside of their jurisdiction of responsibility.
Whichever of such fears arose in their audience, however, they were quickly allayed by their follow-up exchange.
"See," April said, nudging a grimacing Dawn with her elbow. "I told you he was overselling the whole 'Beacon people have a hair obsession' thing."
"Don't rub it in, nee-san." came the reply out of the shorter sister's half-pouting mouth. Fishing a couple of 25-lien notes out of her wallet, safely contained within the obi sash of her traditional dress, she grumbled out a half-hearted defense. "I thought it was one of those things where it was too stupid to be made up."
"You and I both know that we should never underestimate Luke." the fighter reminded the archer, gleefully accepting her payout on the wager.
"Anyways, yeah, we're Luke's little sisters, if you know him."
"Oh, don't gripe."
"M'not griping." Dawn griped, staring a hole through a nearby bush.
Tanner was a veteran Hunter, and knew not to mistake his surrogate niece glaring off at the world as him being caught. His camouflage skills are superb for a man who wears a garish Aloha shirt on a daily basis.
Or perhaps, they are so because of it.
---
"Likewise, Teàrlag,"
I made sure not to forget the pronunciation on that A in there. While I'm not the most worldly guy by any means, the combination of that name and the burr to her words told me that this girl was from the Valic Highlands. It's not as ridiculously overplayed as it was on pop culture pieces like Samurai Jack, or Limmy's Show, but it was distinct enough for me to recognize.
Hopefully her dialect didn't involve a lot of slang, though. That was where I checked out on regionalisms...
"Your parents making the trip up here, today?"
It was an innocent enough question. Just so long as I could keep the conversation flowing while I worked, it would probably make both easier. The human brain is strange like that sometimes.
Schwarzes and Such
April's answer to that question came in the form of another question.
"Depends! Dawn, you got all that?"
"Rifle with Bayonets, LMG, and Sniper. Yep, those are the three! Just one thing I'd ask is what the maximum effective range is on the Sniper form, I suppose." she said thoughtfully, tapping the eraser end of the pencil to her chin.
"Can you actually use it properly?" asked a new, flat, and practically bored voice that nonetheless managed to carry into the conversation easily, even in spite of the ambient training ground noises.
"That's another good one, gotta be honest."
"I mean, we'd hope that's the case though, right?"
There was a rare note of concern in April's voice, as the normally carefree girl frowned at the obvious implication of Cian not knowing what she was doing. Seriously, how did you get into Beacon Academy if you couldn't at least understand how to use a gun?
Then again, Saeva-sensei had been saying for a while now that the entrance requirements were all jacked up...
What's more, this woman's tone, as faint as it was, couldn't help but suggest that there was backstory to that question of hers.
"Hey sis," April murmured idly to the notepad-wielding member of the pair, as both watched the emergent back-and-forth between Galla and her newly arrived elder sister. "Y'don't think we overprepared nii-chan for this school, did we?"
"Well, I look at it like this," Dawn's calm, sagely reply began. "If we did, that means he's either doing just fine with all the work everyone put him through, or he's made up for lost time after the whole 'cancelling combat school' thing, right?"
April's brow furrowed and her face mixed up into an adorably unsure expression.
"I guess..."
"And if we didn't, he's certainly better off than if we just let him go in blind, that's for sure."
"Oh, yeah. De-fin-ite-ly!"
This time the taller girl's nod is vigorous. That's easily the most agreeable and plainly true way of looking at things, from any perspective. Even their brother would be forced to agree with that.
And to speak of their brother, Galla's numeric rating system sparks some interest in Dawn.
"You have a grading scale for straight-manning, Galla? We've got to introduce you to our brother when he shows up!"
He, being a lazy young adult with a habit of procrastination, was almost definitely slacking off.
April's answer to that question came in the form of another question.
"Depends! Dawn, you got all that?"
"Rifle with Bayonets, LMG, and Sniper. Yep, those are the three! Just one thing I'd ask is what the maximum effective range is on the Sniper form, I suppose." she said thoughtfully, tapping the eraser end of the pencil to her chin.
"Can you actually use it properly?" asked a new, flat, and practically bored voice that nonetheless managed to carry into the conversation easily, even in spite of the ambient training ground noises.
"That's another good one, gotta be honest."
"I mean, we'd hope that's the case though, right?"
There was a rare note of concern in April's voice, as the normally carefree girl frowned at the obvious implication of Cian not knowing what she was doing. Seriously, how did you get into Beacon Academy if you couldn't at least understand how to use a gun?
Then again, Saeva-sensei had been saying for a while now that the entrance requirements were all jacked up...
What's more, this woman's tone, as faint as it was, couldn't help but suggest that there was backstory to that question of hers.
"Hey sis," April murmured idly to the notepad-wielding member of the pair, as both watched the emergent back-and-forth between Galla and her newly arrived elder sister. "Y'don't think we overprepared nii-chan for this school, did we?"
"Well, I look at it like this," Dawn's calm, sagely reply began. "If we did, that means he's either doing just fine with all the work everyone put him through, or he's made up for lost time after the whole 'cancelling combat school' thing, right?"
April's brow furrowed and her face mixed up into an adorably unsure expression.
"I guess..."
"And if we didn't, he's certainly better off than if we just let him go in blind, that's for sure."
"Oh, yeah. De-fin-ite-ly!"
This time the taller girl's nod is vigorous. That's easily the most agreeable and plainly true way of looking at things, from any perspective. Even their brother would be forced to agree with that.
And to speak of their brother, Galla's numeric rating system sparks some interest in Dawn.
"You have a grading scale for straight-manning, Galla? We've got to introduce you to our brother when he shows up!"
He, being a lazy young adult with a habit of procrastination, was almost definitely slacking off.
MONOLOGUE FIGHT
@Crimmy
Luke Schwarz: Armory, Not As Early Morning
Thankfully, it didn't appear to be the case that my muttering to myself had put the lilac-haired and well-dressed girl off in any way. I supposed I should be thankful too, because if she was willing to go so far as to dress up all professionally to see greet her family, well...
It's presumptuous of me to insinuate it, but weirdos you ran into earlier in the morning tended to be great conversation points when catching up with people. Any high schooler or former high schooler, such as myself, can at least understand that principle. Yeah, even me, who was so socially distant you could say I was the local Martian, understood how that sort of thing could go down.
But that's all beside the point. It seemed I'd lucked out and ran into someone understanding, or at least not-immediately-judgmental.
"Just a bit."
I looked up to her for a moment— and it turned out I was right. That was one sizable axe she was casually toting around in here. The me of two years ago would have probably scoffed at the notion of seeing people pick big things up so effortlessly, but he was a bit of an idiot even compared to the me of right now.
I figured explaining what I was in the middle of couldn't hurt. It would only be polite.
"I'm trying to figure out how the drill mechanism in this guy here works— It's a hand-me-down, so I've never really taken it apart and taken a good hard with it before until about now. Just kept it clean and all that."
That was pretty much the long and short of my experience with the drillfists outside of punching things, yeah. Stick around, girl, you're witnessing something rare— Lucas Schwarz using his brain.
"If I'm lucky and it's simple enough for even a dim guy like me to work out, I'm thinking I'll integrate a drill bit into the replacement I'm cooking up right now. Which'll, now that I think about it, probably turn out a little like yours."
I looked between her youthful face and gnarly weapon, wondering if there wasn't some sort of god of dissonance that all small girls in this school prayed to, before continuing on with a question that would be pretty pertinent if I was to spend more time here and potentially grill her as the more experienced party when it came to implements of death upon sticks.
"Anyways, I'm Luke, and your name is..?"
I can't just call her "that girl with the purpley hair and the suit" forever.
Luke Schwarz: Armory, Not As Early Morning
Thankfully, it didn't appear to be the case that my muttering to myself had put the lilac-haired and well-dressed girl off in any way. I supposed I should be thankful too, because if she was willing to go so far as to dress up all professionally to see greet her family, well...
It's presumptuous of me to insinuate it, but weirdos you ran into earlier in the morning tended to be great conversation points when catching up with people. Any high schooler or former high schooler, such as myself, can at least understand that principle. Yeah, even me, who was so socially distant you could say I was the local Martian, understood how that sort of thing could go down.
But that's all beside the point. It seemed I'd lucked out and ran into someone understanding, or at least not-immediately-judgmental.
"Just a bit."
I looked up to her for a moment— and it turned out I was right. That was one sizable axe she was casually toting around in here. The me of two years ago would have probably scoffed at the notion of seeing people pick big things up so effortlessly, but he was a bit of an idiot even compared to the me of right now.
I figured explaining what I was in the middle of couldn't hurt. It would only be polite.
"I'm trying to figure out how the drill mechanism in this guy here works— It's a hand-me-down, so I've never really taken it apart and taken a good hard with it before until about now. Just kept it clean and all that."
That was pretty much the long and short of my experience with the drillfists outside of punching things, yeah. Stick around, girl, you're witnessing something rare— Lucas Schwarz using his brain.
"If I'm lucky and it's simple enough for even a dim guy like me to work out, I'm thinking I'll integrate a drill bit into the replacement I'm cooking up right now. Which'll, now that I think about it, probably turn out a little like yours."
I looked between her youthful face and gnarly weapon, wondering if there wasn't some sort of god of dissonance that all small girls in this school prayed to, before continuing on with a question that would be pretty pertinent if I was to spend more time here and potentially grill her as the more experienced party when it came to implements of death upon sticks.
"Anyways, I'm Luke, and your name is..?"
I can't just call her "that girl with the purpley hair and the suit" forever.
@Crimmy
Luke Schwarz: Armory, Not As Early Morning
My head was pretty much abuzz with thought and speculation by the time I stepped through the armory doorway and into the single largest concentration of firepower I had witnessed since Dad had taken me to the Police Department's indoor range on Marksmanship testing day, or however they called it.
Well, that was overselling it a little, considering we didn't have firearms lining the walls or anything, but the campus kept the guns somewhere and it tended to like having them near the melee weaponry.
It made sense, given how often the two mixed together in the kinds of experimental nonsense you would consider best left to an anime aimed at eleven year-olds. After all, it was practically blasphemous for a Hunter or Huntress to have a weapon that didn't do something crazy.
Speaking of somethings: Has something gotten into me today?
Well, anyways, though it didn't look it, I intellectually knew it, and since I'm the type of person where space for things to be intellectually known is at a premium, I made sure it paid rent and reminded me about it.
"Morning." I said to the lilac-haired, twintailed girl across from me as I plopped down at one of the many empty workbenches. She was short, cute, and...
That was funny. I looked back up at her as I commanded my watch to shift roles from "timekeeper" to "hand protection" to "hand protection as designed by a tunneling enthousiast".
And familiar.
Had I seen this girl before?
I frowned to myself, but looked back down as I pried my hand out of the watch-turned-weapon and tried to shrug it off. It was impolite to stare, for one. For two, I had seen more cute girls than I could ever hope to count whilst roaming Beacon's halls, and while I had to admit that she was more familiar than "random blonde with drills drillier than the thing I'm disassembling #37", that could be because of any number of reasons.
We shared a class. Or a dorm wing. Or a habit of circumstantially being in the same place a lot. That'd even explain the distinct sense of recency that came with her being so familiar.
There was no way in hell she had relived being a Berserk fan with Jericho, Bianca, Gratia, Beryl, and I this weekend. That would be a ridiculous coincidence that even I, notorious dullard, would not buy for a second.
It was simply Deja Vu.
I'd just been in this place before.
HIGHER ON THE STREET,
AND I KNOW IT'S MY TIME TO GO~
As if on automatic, my palms come up to lightly smack focus back into my mind, using my own temples as conduits. It was a trick Tanner had taught me, the sort of which was a lot simpler than he actually explained it. What had he said? Something about minding your head when using your hands? I didn't remember, and I honestly didn't really care to. He was family and I loved him, but he was also the vaguest bastard I had ever met, in a list that included Jericho Piper before he judged me as worthy of mission info.
...I couldn't help but worry that this was coming from something deep-seeded (or seated? I'm not good with words) within the psyche.
Brain problems after, what, a week? Two? Man, I bet I still spoiled a wager back home.
...Well, it was a Hunting Academy I was in. We probably all needed some sort of help. Psychologically, not just with keeping up with on-level course curriculum like me. I'm a bit special in that regard. Yay~
I shoved those thoughts aside and got to work, fishing out allen wrenches and screwdrivers of various types from the meticulously organized shelves before turning them upon my own weapon with a singular purpose: take the whole thing apart. Wanton destruction, which undoubtedly would have happened had my mother not seen fit to teach me anything, wasn't the goal. Rather, I was doing a little deconstruction. It was very different and much more on-purpose than the former. One thing in particular I wanted to get a distinct understanding of before I moved forward with the Great Schwarz Re-armament Plan.
...
...
...
I put down the wrench and brought a hand to my chin, words flowing out of my mouth in unbidden, stream-of-consciousness thought.
"Huh. I'm planning things."
It was as if a lightbulb had gone off and shown me A Starry Night where before I had assumed there to be a baby picture.
"I should eat breakfast more often."
The part of me that was still the same old conscientious and self-aware Luke felt sorry for the poor girl on the other side of the room. I must have been making things horrendously embarrassing. I promise, lady, I'm not usually this weird.
Just the normal amount.
Shaking my head, I shut myself up and got back to work, carefully removing a layer of plate armor that rested above the mechanism I was looking for. If I wanted to go forward with this plan, I needed to make sure I understood a crucial aspect of what I had here that could make or break my choice in weaponry for later.
... Didn't that girl have something long and polearmy with her? If she stuck around, I'd have to ask her about her thoughts on what I was thinking of.
Now then, to put my head to good use for a change—
How exactly did this drill work?
Luke Schwarz: Armory, Not As Early Morning
My head was pretty much abuzz with thought and speculation by the time I stepped through the armory doorway and into the single largest concentration of firepower I had witnessed since Dad had taken me to the Police Department's indoor range on Marksmanship testing day, or however they called it.
Well, that was overselling it a little, considering we didn't have firearms lining the walls or anything, but the campus kept the guns somewhere and it tended to like having them near the melee weaponry.
It made sense, given how often the two mixed together in the kinds of experimental nonsense you would consider best left to an anime aimed at eleven year-olds. After all, it was practically blasphemous for a Hunter or Huntress to have a weapon that didn't do something crazy.
Speaking of somethings: Has something gotten into me today?
Well, anyways, though it didn't look it, I intellectually knew it, and since I'm the type of person where space for things to be intellectually known is at a premium, I made sure it paid rent and reminded me about it.
"Morning." I said to the lilac-haired, twintailed girl across from me as I plopped down at one of the many empty workbenches. She was short, cute, and...
That was funny. I looked back up at her as I commanded my watch to shift roles from "timekeeper" to "hand protection" to "hand protection as designed by a tunneling enthousiast".
And familiar.
Had I seen this girl before?
I frowned to myself, but looked back down as I pried my hand out of the watch-turned-weapon and tried to shrug it off. It was impolite to stare, for one. For two, I had seen more cute girls than I could ever hope to count whilst roaming Beacon's halls, and while I had to admit that she was more familiar than "random blonde with drills drillier than the thing I'm disassembling #37", that could be because of any number of reasons.
We shared a class. Or a dorm wing. Or a habit of circumstantially being in the same place a lot. That'd even explain the distinct sense of recency that came with her being so familiar.
There was no way in hell she had relived being a Berserk fan with Jericho, Bianca, Gratia, Beryl, and I this weekend. That would be a ridiculous coincidence that even I, notorious dullard, would not buy for a second.
It was simply Deja Vu.
I'd just been in this place before.
HIGHER ON THE STREET,
AND I KNOW IT'S MY TIME TO GO~
As if on automatic, my palms come up to lightly smack focus back into my mind, using my own temples as conduits. It was a trick Tanner had taught me, the sort of which was a lot simpler than he actually explained it. What had he said? Something about minding your head when using your hands? I didn't remember, and I honestly didn't really care to. He was family and I loved him, but he was also the vaguest bastard I had ever met, in a list that included Jericho Piper before he judged me as worthy of mission info.
...I couldn't help but worry that this was coming from something deep-seeded (or seated? I'm not good with words) within the psyche.
Brain problems after, what, a week? Two? Man, I bet I still spoiled a wager back home.
...Well, it was a Hunting Academy I was in. We probably all needed some sort of help. Psychologically, not just with keeping up with on-level course curriculum like me. I'm a bit special in that regard. Yay~
I shoved those thoughts aside and got to work, fishing out allen wrenches and screwdrivers of various types from the meticulously organized shelves before turning them upon my own weapon with a singular purpose: take the whole thing apart. Wanton destruction, which undoubtedly would have happened had my mother not seen fit to teach me anything, wasn't the goal. Rather, I was doing a little deconstruction. It was very different and much more on-purpose than the former. One thing in particular I wanted to get a distinct understanding of before I moved forward with the Great Schwarz Re-armament Plan.
...
...
...
I put down the wrench and brought a hand to my chin, words flowing out of my mouth in unbidden, stream-of-consciousness thought.
"Huh. I'm planning things."
It was as if a lightbulb had gone off and shown me A Starry Night where before I had assumed there to be a baby picture.
"I should eat breakfast more often."
The part of me that was still the same old conscientious and self-aware Luke felt sorry for the poor girl on the other side of the room. I must have been making things horrendously embarrassing. I promise, lady, I'm not usually this weird.
Just the normal amount.
Shaking my head, I shut myself up and got back to work, carefully removing a layer of plate armor that rested above the mechanism I was looking for. If I wanted to go forward with this plan, I needed to make sure I understood a crucial aspect of what I had here that could make or break my choice in weaponry for later.
... Didn't that girl have something long and polearmy with her? If she stuck around, I'd have to ask her about her thoughts on what I was thinking of.
Now then, to put my head to good use for a change—
How exactly did this drill work?
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