Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27825329-20140219053645

The young Kaiser heir sat out in the courtyard designated for sparring cleaning his very expensive, very high-tech piece of weaponry. There were several very sturdy benches in the area that he was sure were replaced at least weekly when they were destroyed in viiolent crossfire, and a few trees that had obviously seen better days. Nevertheless, he still came to ravanged courtyard whenever he felt the ever-present watch of his sibling become too noticeable. Spectral was a great sister and he absolutely loved to help her facilitate a killing in Kaiser's name, but he still remembered so long ago...

His weapon lay on his lap in three pieces -- Chief Engineer Lynwood didn't trust him to take Millefolia apart any further than that -- and he still could appreciate the master craftsmanship that went into the gauntlet's superior design. Sure, he couldn't shoot high-caliber bullets out of use it to ascend any impressive distance, but it made up for it in sheer intuitiveness. In true Kaiser fashion, it was Dust-powered and packed one hell of a punch. It wasn't for actual punching, however. With an interface that hooked directly into his nervous system (it hadn't been fun, and Lynwood had made him sign a wavier before they hooked it up so mother  couldn't kill her if he got permanent nerve damage), the gauntlet acted as a catalyst and control for complex dust reactions and explosions, creating "magic-like" effects.

Valiant snapped the pieces back into place as he finished cleaning out the Dust conpartments, sliding it back onto his right arm where it snapped into place. He re-synched it, shivering involuntarily as it re-connected to his mind.

Now he just needed to re-calibrate it. Valiant looked around, scanning the area for someone to spar with. 