PSL for Jaime

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko had, finally, consented to wearing what might be deemed proper clothing for a lady--depending on exactly what kind of lady you were talking about and who you asked. She still wore trousers, though fitted ones beneath the flowy, open-backed tunic she'd had made (it was easy, it was cool, she did not care what other people thought about it).

She rather liked the city, at least much better than the country outside of it, though she hadn't seen much of it since getting an idea: she was going to make Jaime a hand that moved. She'd seen prosthetics in her own world that could do so, and they weren't even the complicated bioelectrically-powered ones. Sure, the old dudes in robes and chains had a lot to say about it, but the opinions of old guys who didn't know what she was doing were not her problem. It was with that mindset, and the lax hand held by the strings that would hopefully control the fingers, that she breezed through Jaime's door, calling out.

"Hey, Blondie! You free for an hour or two? I got something I need you to try on."

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[onehandwonder]

"Try on?" he echoes, raising an eyebrow. "All right, but I'm not changing in front of you. I expect you to be a lady and avert your eyes."

Reluctant as he may sound, he follows her easily. He has a funny feeling she's not talking about clothes. And, as always, he is curious to see what she has in store.

[electro_kinetic]

"Relax, it's not clothing," she says, holding up what looks for all the world like a bulked-up skeletal hand; it's not perfect, she hasn't done much decoration to it and she's still trying to work out a few kinks, but it's articulated. It can bend and grasp and has as much range of motion as her own hands do, and hopefully would be able to hold things. Maybe not a sword, but...something.

"But on that note, expect what you like. I'm not nearly stupid enough to knowingly turn my back on anyone in this city." Noriko knew she was considered strange, and knew that what people considered too strange, they often felt the need to destroy. "I need you to try this thing on. I have to work out where the muscle groups are to make this thing move."

[onehandwonder]

He stares at the hand and barely hears the rest of what she says. Except for that last key word.

"Move?" he echoes, fixing her with a look that says she had best not be joking. "It can move?"

Surely not. It's too good to be true. He hadn't even dared to hope...

[electro_kinetic]

"Yes, it moves," she says. "Though currently it's a little uncontrolled on that front."

She waves at the table with the disembodied hand. "If I fit it to you right--which is a big if--it should follow the same muscle commands as your real one did, and move the same way. But, y'know, still working that one out."

[onehandwonder]

He couldn't imagine how that was possible, couldn't begin to wrap his mind around the technicalities, but it didn't matter. He didn't care how she did it, only that she could do it.

He slowly looked from the hand to her, his expression determined. "What do you need?"

Whatever it was, she would have it.

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko regarded Jaime with a quizzical expression for the look he was giving her, but motioned to a chair. "Right now, for you to sit down and have patience with me trying to fit a false hand to your arm. The chords that move the fingers have to anchor to specific places on your forearm which I have to find."

How she was going to do that, much less permanently attach them, was still very much unknown to her. But she wasn't letting Jaime know that.

"Though it'd be nice if you could keep the creepastic old guy in the robes away from my stuff. He gives me 'I want to wear your skin like a dress' vibe. It's distracting."