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"Unfortunately there are some things even it isn't capable of disguising." [Flug shoots a nasty look at his employer. Like the infernal sense of humor that just made that jab about his headware situation. But 'playful' sniping aside, this was far too exciting for insults to sully the mood. A wealth of potential lay at their fingertips! Finally things were starting to feel like old times.]
"I say a quick replication is in order~ We could print a disguise all in one go, but seperate individual pieces are sure to yield a more accurate result."
[They could work their way up to those sinister specialties as they go. Flug walks over to the array of materials they collected for the basis of their designs.]
No, I suppose we can't expect it to do the impossible, what with our limited resources. [The nasty look is met with a smirk - Black Hat is in too good of a mood to chide Flug for a bit of smartness; in fact, that bit of a spine is rather fun to see, he's finding. Under the right circumstances, of course.]
Very well. A quick test run, something simple.
[Black Hat makes a show of thinking, but he's long since decided on what to use for their first creation. Drawing his hand from behind his back, he presents his overcoat, neatly folded.]
[Flug blinks in surprise, he's never considered himself capable as so much as being allowed to touch his boss's priceless coat, let alone create a replica of it. He takes the article of clothing with reverence, careful to not let it become wrinkled in any way as he lays it out in the manner best for capturing it's angles efficiently.]
"In that case, we'll go full throttle! Let's see what this can do!" [He grins, double checking all the buttons and settings before stepping back behind the now reset lever to begin the entire process-- and that, he of course, will leave for Black Hat.]
"When you're ready, sir~"
[Go ahead boss, starting a malevolent machine is always the best part.]
[Black Hat does keep a close eye on how Flug handles his coat, finding it up to his standards. It is a very important coat, after all, a major part of his preferred appearance. Still, having a second one around will be useful.
Flug is right; pulling the lever is the best part. He steps forward and grips it, fiendish glee spreading across his face.]
Time to see the fruits of your labor, doctor.
[He pulls down on the lever, maybe a tad over-enthusiastically. It holds up, and the machine whirs to life.]
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evilopportunityemployer) wrote2019-04-25 07:38 pm
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"I say a quick replication is in order~ We could print a disguise all in one go, but seperate individual pieces are sure to yield a more accurate result."
[They could work their way up to those sinister specialties as they go. Flug walks over to the array of materials they collected for the basis of their designs.]
"Would you like to do the honors, Sir?"
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Very well. A quick test run, something simple.
[Black Hat makes a show of thinking, but he's long since decided on what to use for their first creation. Drawing his hand from behind his back, he presents his overcoat, neatly folded.]
I do want to cut down on visits to the cleaners.
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[Flug blinks in surprise, he's never considered himself capable as so much as being allowed to touch his boss's priceless coat, let alone create a replica of it. He takes the article of clothing with reverence, careful to not let it become wrinkled in any way as he lays it out in the manner best for capturing it's angles efficiently.]
"In that case, we'll go full throttle! Let's see what this can do!" [He grins, double checking all the buttons and settings before stepping back behind the now reset lever to begin the entire process-- and that, he of course, will leave for Black Hat.]
"When you're ready, sir~"
[Go ahead boss, starting a malevolent machine is always the best part.]
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Flug is right; pulling the lever is the best part. He steps forward and grips it, fiendish glee spreading across his face.]
Time to see the fruits of your labor, doctor.
[He pulls down on the lever, maybe a tad over-enthusiastically. It holds up, and the machine whirs to life.]