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Mad Scientist In The Making

Nate had gotten his armor back from Stacy. The initial elation had slowly given way to a very businesslike examination of the suit's use however, following a troubleshooting session in the City. It seemed that Stacy had locked down the suit's time travel capabilities. So that meant he wouldn't be going anywhere, and he wouldn't be pulling weapons out of the time stream either. A few of the deadlier weapons in the suit itself had been disabled. But he'd be able to get those back up and running.
The thing that he had most wanted to know however, was whether the Vision programming was present. Running through his checklists and looking through the programming ands source codes of the armor's minimal AI system, he was soon satisfied that his suit wouldn't be walking around on it's own anytime soon. Good. One less headache for him. Something he was thankful for, what with the way his head had been pounding recently. That being said he didn't want to be walking around in that suit at the moment. At least, not while it was looking like that.
So it was that he ended up in the Special Weapons area, various tools littering the table next to the larger one that he'd laid the suit out on. First things first, he'd need to get rid of that helmet. He didn't want his face hidden, not anymore at least. So he worked for an hour or so at pulling the components from the helmet and incorporating them into the suit. Of course, for the HUD he'd need to find an alternate method. Perhaps he could rig up a retinal projector keyed to his DNA? Well, time enough for that later.
The sound of clinking and fiddling could be heard for a long time. His eyes began to grow tired as he kept working. How many hours had it been? Didn't matter, he had his suit. He needed to finish. Now that fusion cell connected to that power cable. And that ion regulator into that outlet. Yes it was going fine. Picking up another fusion cell, he grabbed his screwdriver and began to unscrew the cap. Hopefully the gel hadn't congealed after disuse, or else it might--
BOOM
The cell exploded in a great spray of coolant gel and metal parts. One sliver of metal ran a cut along his cheek, and he was glad he'd had the foresight to put goggles on, as others pinged off the protective eyewear. Setting down his screwdriver, he pulled the goggles off, a bemused expression crossing his face as he lifted a hand to wipe the gel off it. His hair stuck out at odd angles from the release of static the exploding fusion cell had caused, and he sighed, rubbing at his eyes.
Maybe that was enough for one night.
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"Everything all right over there?"
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"Yeah. One of my fusion cells just went bad. Should have checked it before I opened it. But that's my genius for you." He smiled slightly.
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At her look, his eyes rolled upward, trying to get a look at his own hair. "Is something up with my hair?"
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Or maybe not as she heard that explosion.
She immediately got up to check out what just happened. "Hey, are you o-" Cassie stopped when she saw Nate and his... new hairstyle. "Oh." She put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.
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When he heard Cassie's voice he turned and have her a bemused, raised eyebrow. Why was she laughing? "What's so funny?" Really he didn't mean to sound annoyed or anything, Cassie. But he had just had a fusion cell explode in his face after all.
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"What? What's wrong with- Oh man the static. I completely forgot." He raised a hand to try and get it back into shape. Though it didn't help very much.
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"Everything all right, kid?"
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Wiping the sweat from his brow with a forearm, he pushed his goggles up with a smile. "Hey Lex. Yeah everything's okay. Just a little hiccup."
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"Now what have we here?"
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"It's my power armor. A version of it at least, from before the programming that eventually became Jonas was present."
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Soon enough, a wide-eyed blond skidded into the laboratory and began assessing the damage. He examined the walls, the floors, the equipment, the person---wait. There was a person standing here, and he didn't look too well. Concerned, Billy maneuvered his way into the other man's line of sight.
"This scenario is distressingly familiar," he mused, then turned to address the other person directly. "Hey. Are you injured?"
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"I'm Nate. Sorry if I gave you a scare. My fusion cell went bad is all." Yeah, that was pretty dangerous. If the air had been a touch more humid he could probably have taken out at least a quarter of Stacy, and himself with it. But well, no need to tell him that.
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As he examined Nate's work, he tried to discern the suit's functions. The workings were complex, containing impressive technology. Reluctantly, he clamped down on his natural curiosity about it---help first, Billy, and geek out later. "Those are notoriously sensitive cells. I've experienced a few reactions as well. Do you have replacements?"
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"Are you, um, alright then?"
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"I'm good, thanks. Sorry for the scare. One of my fusion cells went bad." He stated matter-of-factly, not looking up from his soldering.
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Never a good one at taking a hint, he hovered there a moment, unable to stop himself from asking, "Exactly what is that, may I ask?"
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Curious, she paused in the entry way and looked around the room before allowing her blue-within-blue eyes to focus on him. "You do realize that is generally thought to be a bad idea to try and blow one's self up, don't you?"
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"Besides, one of my fusion cells went bad, it isn't as if I had much of a choice without all my gear here."
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She shook her head, her long blond hair swaying softly with the movement of her head. Stepping further inside, she looked around, taking all the gear and vrious equipment in. "What exactly were you trying to do?"
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