[ As promised, the morning following the delivery of his initial progress, Duo gets a nice bundle of image files around six am. No actual text message, though. What a brat.
A set of simplified vectors of the bike have been blocked and outlined with full fairing, disguising most of the body. The frontal fairing protrudes out over the front tire, a bulbous casing around the headlamp, the smooth lines of it flaring around the handles; a second piece sweeps over the body of the bike, encasing engine and tank before slipping narrow at the long saddle. In details, the cores of the wheels are are marked as covered as well, moon discs shielding the spokes from view. There's a bit of flair at the back: the usual fairing to house the light and cap the tire forks into two parts, strangely talon-like for the placement. There's a few notes on the structure drawings — arrows indicate that the space between the fairing and the frame should obscure slim saddlebags "for inevitable emergencies," past the engine, and marks to add support for light panniers at the back. A reminder for new parts at points of contact (#empath!!!).
It's the colored images that speak so much more to design: the lines are not the narrow steadiness of a technical drawing, but lines weighted, living; the way the frontal fairing curves forward seems almost head-like in profile, and the chassis sweeping over the engine feels like the rib cage of an animal, some keen four-legged predator, the saddle its spine. Two-tone color: black along the lower edge gives the illusion of a smaller frame, while the red is somewhere between fire and muscle, but not quite either.
Designing "monsters," indeed.
But in full color, what becomes striking is how little of the frame itself can be seen. Twists and gnarls of the mechanical core of the bike are hidden; the spokes, the engine, every humming or moving or vital part is blocked. It could be chalked up to aerodynamics, a streamlining to reduce drag, but he's met Ruka — the girl hides her face behind hoods and scarves and loose hair, who keeps her hands and arms covered no matter the season, who's hidden her name and her history behind a bland symbol. Even in this, it might not bear the strength for defense, but it's guarded all the same.
Good job. ]
[ aesthetically somewhere between these guys and this fucking garbage. as if any of us are ever going to draw a fuckin motorcycle in our goddamn lives. ]
[Armored, huh? The fully covered bike seemed more outwardly friendly in a way, or that was how it struck Duo- the kind of candy-chromed casing one might expect from a household appliance or the like. But he knew better- he knew machines covered in armor. The visual indicators, now that he sees them, for where exactly the new parts were to be used- all where the rider makes contact- it hits him, then, the possible exacts of her powers. What was it they'd called it? The ability to sense the history of an object, or a place... He'll remember that.]
[The shaping of it though, he didn't miss- vaguely like some kind of ...animal? His mind goes immediately to the shape of the Epyon in Mobile Armor mode, dragon-like with those talons hanging from the bottom and the sleek head.]
[It was as nicely designed a monster as many he'd seen. His own included.]
Looking a little more special now isn't it? I'll start picking materials up and machining. Let you know when I have the pieces ready to put together with more photos so you can make adjustments before assembly.
[ It comes a little later than promised — later than intended, at least — but Ruka does provide. It's a short little message, with a half dozen names of natural citizen, their phone numbers, the names of the clinics they're associated with now (or, in one case, a "mindful wellness" dance studio). Half are still congregated in Maurtia Falls, but a couple have migrated to De Chima, and one lone outlier is off in Nonah, the absolute madman.
In two separate texts: ]
> For a friend, if you're still looking. They were a little harder to track down than I expected.
> Sorry it took so long. Something came up.
[ An actual fucking apology. Print that out and frame it, my man, it will probably not happen again any time soon. ]
[After copying and saving the information to pass off to Quatre later (in a casual, no-pressure conversation, of course), Duo is mid-reply on the first text (to add some details about the bike, nearing completion) when he receives the second, and stops mid-sentence.]
[Ah. He restarts his reply.]
Thanks a bunch. I'll remember to make the trouble up to you next time you need a favor.
[Mm.]
Want to talk about it?
[He's pretty sure he knows the answer, but even if she hadn't just helped him out, Duo Maxwell is never one not to offer an ear or a hand if it's needed.]
[A teenage Duo may have been a quirk of the Porter, but a teenage Duo combined with teenage everyone else made it clear that there was something else going on even before Kaneki revealed his hand in what had happened. Still, in the moments between when Quatre sends the call request and Duo picks up, he can't help but wonder which Duo will pick up.]
Duo. [he smiles when the video connects, though there's a slight uncertainty to it. Maybe it's because he had to talk to his friend about his future alcoholism, hmm?] Do you remember anything from the past week?
[He knew it was coming. From the moment he woke up that morning- 30 years later, again, and feeling it- he remembered, and he knew.]
[He was going to contact Quatre in fact, but the other pilot beats him to it. He grimaces at his comm for a moment, letting it ring twice before he sighs, rolls up, and flips it on.]
Yo. [His mouth is already set in a grim smile.] ....Yeah. I guess... I got some stories to tell you, huh?
[He rests his chin in hand, and looks away from the feed, and back again.] Where you wanna meet?
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