Put Your Records On [ Private | Seran ]

The weather?

Seran eyed the girl with a raised eyebrow, setting down what he was working on and picking up the record. She was staring at him rather intently now, uncomfortably so, and he looked away, suddenly feeling rather exposed. He suppressed a slight shiver, his mind bringing up memories he wasn't in the mood to deal with. He quickly fumbled around with a few objects on the counter space behind him, pretending to examine the record he had been handed. He rustled around, picking up a jeweler's lens and looking at the LP before remembering he had been asked a question.

"The weather? Its uhhhh.... nice? yes?"

It was fairly obvious he had no idea, and what normally would have been a decent lie failed horribly in his flustered state. He quickly placed the record back on the counter in front of the girl. She was still staring intently, and his eye twitched slightly. Why did he feel like he was being x-rayed? What exactly was going on here? His hand blindly punched in the item's price on the nearby cash register, his eyes locked with the girl as he did so.

"That will be..."

He looked back at the number he hand typed in.

"400 yen. The CD is 400 yen...... Do you need a bag?"

"Aren't you...."

Seran sighed slightly. It was obviously no use. This girl, whoever she was, obviously wasn't going to leave until she got what she wanted. The only issue was he had absolutely no idea what that was. Slipping a record sleeve and a bag out from under the counter he wrapped up her purchase and handed it gently over the counter. He then turned his attention back to the fragmented object laid out in front of him on the counter, scowling at it. Should he just tell her what it actually was? There really wasn't much harm in that since she was here when only spiritual beings could open the front door.

"It's easier to just show you."

He picked up the largest piece from the counter: A wide black tube that he then slipped onto his right arm. As if activated by this action, the tube contracted down tightly, fitting itself from his wrist down to just before his elbow. From each end, black liquid metal poured out, created a guard over his elbow and fitting itself into a glove on his hand. Pausing for a moment (mostly for dramatic effect) Seran then reached over with his left index finger and tapped the metal brace twice, causing some of the material on top to melt away, revealing a digital screen with numerous, brightly lit, labeled panels. He held his arm up for her to examine.

"Its a multi-tool I'm developing. The computer inside has all the functionality of a normal smartphone but with additions from spiritual technology. It also has a number of other features I'm currently working on."

He tapped the screen several times, causing sections of the brace to open and a full swiss army knife's load of tools to reveal themselves, turn and twist, then fold back into their slot with another tap. Lowering his arm, Seran picked up one of the tubes he'd been fiddling with when the girl entered.

"But these pieces are tricky to install without adding unnecessary weight......."

He paused, having gotten slighting lost in the explanation.

"Apologies. Is that too much information for what you asked?"

Seran eyed the girl once more, still unclear of her motives with this line of questioning. Her genuine surprise when being presented with a piece of spiritual manufactured technology meant she was probably harmless. But still, she had seemed quite fascinated with him long before he had showed her anything of note, which made him cautious. He let the pause before his answer hang in the air as he decided on a adequate response; one that would answer her question while still being vague. His hands continued to fiddle with the device while he thought, working out where to best install the remaining parts.

"I'm completely self taught. I met someone several years ago with basic skills that piqued my interest, and everything since was hard work and experimentation."

A small slot opened up on the black bracer below where the screen would logically be, and Seran slipped a black, rectangular tube into the opening.

"I've picked up a trick or two from others, but for the most part I like to figure things out for myself."

He tapped the screen and the black material that had flowed out over his hand and elbow receded back into the bracer, which expanded, allow him to remove it and place it on the counter.

"Much less glamorous then you pictured eh?"