The man was up surprisingly early. Surprisingly early for a man on break was 10:00, so he was maybe an hour or two ahead of his normal schedule. A small storm was going on outside that had set off a few flood alarms, and after the minor heart attack, he was up and about. Being the industrious young hunter, he was busy at work on his new Semblance-enhancing gloves, slowly tinkering with a mess of parts. Luckily, he was able to push the thoughts of Weiss' sexy photoshoot into the back of his mind for the time being; putting all into tinkering helped to shove the thoughts of her bra and panties away so he could remember the bliss of the sight later.
Thanks to the blueprints the man made yesterday, things were coming along nicely, even if he had to keep double checking every step of the way. Blake let him have Gambol Shroud around as an example, so he keeps carefully testing the different parts of both it and his own weapon to help visualize the different parts in action.
Eventually, Blake waltzes into the kitchen rubbing her eyes. "So, how's it going?"
"It's going. I'm sure I'm offending Ruby with my craftsmanship."
Blake grabbed some leftovers from the fridge and set about heating it. "Don't think so lowly of yourself; you must have picked up something watching her work on Crescent Rose, or were you too busy flirting with Weiss?"
"I picked up a few things, at least. Still, Ruby's in a class of her own when it comes to weapon crafting. Hopefully, I can make something she deems worthy of her time." Noticing Blake's food as she sat down, the man pulls open the fridge and starts on his own brunch.
"She'd probably build you a mobile fortress if she had the funding to do it and you asked with a plate of cookies." Blake lets out a small laugh as she sits down to eat. "So, what's your plan with this thing?"
"Well, it the rain lets up, would you be down for a test run?"
Blake mulls over the idea of testing the gloves. Her last experience with the man's Semblance being dangerously thrown around by unstable Dust, she says, "Maybe not a spar… Though, I guess I'd be good at target practice." She stands up from her chair, leaving behind a copy that aimlessly stares at a plate of food. After grabbing a drink from the fridge, she pats it on the back, sending it into the aether. "I mean, if you want to test control, you could try launching different Dust attacks at it?"
"That's… way smarter. Probably fewer injuries involved if this thing ends up blowing up in my face."
"Literally, if you're REALLY bad at tinkering."
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." The man sits down with his food and looks over the progress. He'd done plenty of work on weapons before, so he had a good idea of how everything would function, and he can see the A to B of exactly how the gloves would interact with his Semblance. As he crafts, Blake decides to casually scroll around on her computer a few feet away in the couch-bed after moving his blankets. Over the course of a few hours made extremely therapeutic from the light sounds of rain, he and Blake intermittently chat about random goings on while he works on the gloves.
The man notices that Blake was pretty much living part of her wish. She wanted to enjoy a nice cup of tea in her pajamas, and Blake was curled up on the couch with a cup of piping hot tea made for her, cheerily scrolling on her laptop, wearing her cute little black pajamas covered in purple flowers, all while the sounds of soft rain patter against the window. She even drew the curtains, letting the calming scene of falling rain fill the room and provide a backdrop.
Feeling more productive than ever and hating it wasn't going towards a school project, the man slides his gloves on after he put the finishing touches on them. After adjusting the mechanisms around his wrists, he examines the weapon now on his hands. The gloves fit, the tech wasn't too heavy, and he could feel a significant ease in collecting aura into his hands; everything seemed good to go.
"I think that about does it. You good to go help me test these out?"
Blake looks up for a second, thinks, then says, "Alright, one second." She quickly types something out on her laptop before setting it aside. She retreats into the other room, coming out a few minutes later with her hair up in a stylish ponytail and wearing a large mauve sweater and loose black pants, perfect for the cold rainy weather. She dons a Beacon hoodie, throws on her shoes, and collects Gambol Shroud, sheathing it. "Ready!" she says, shockingly enthusiastic.
Light mist greets the man and Blake as they reach the field, giving an ethereal feel to the place. Fog was rather rare in Vale, so this was a neat addition to training.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Blake says, agreeing with common thoughts. "I've always liked rainy days." She wanders out into the field and takes a deep breath. "Something about it puts me at ease."
"Definitely a welcome thing after the heat. So, you ready to go?"
Blake nods, pulls up her hood, then jumps back, leaving a clone in her wake. "I'd prefer to not see myself get shot for an hour, so fire away at random hoodie fighter."
Thanking his own workmanship, the man begins to test pooling aura into his hands. As it did earlier, it came much easier, activating the charged lines inlaid in the fabric. The soft glow began to grow in intensity, matching his color scheme. He begins to consider that the lines would broadcast his attacks, as an opponent could see him ready a telekinetic attack; it strikes him that it might be a bad idea to keep them as is, but for now, it'd help gauge different shots at different strengths.
Ready to attack with his base telekinesis with no Dust additive, the man aims his palm towards Blake's clone. Thanks to the brightly glowing lights, he can confirm that he put what he'd consider a full power amount into his glove; this would be the basic attack he could fire at full strength. "Super Ultra Semblance Glove Test Mark One Test One, FIRE!" he enthusiastically shouts, channeling all heroes of shonen and video game persuasion. Hearing Blake giggle off to the side, he focuses on using his Semblance to fire aura as a projectile; before, any attempt at a projectile would result in a diluted, unfocused shockwave that had limited use.
The aura fires forward like a cannonball, the vague orb shape taking visible form before striking Blake's clone. The hooded head bloodlessly blows off before the rest fades away, the attack fading shortly afterward. The mist conveniently parts for a moment where the aura passed, letting Blake gauge that the max range was about 15ft or so; the man can also tell that the attack would lose power as it got further, so it was best used for close range for surprise attacks.
"Well that was cool," Blake said, inspecting the area where her clone stood a moment ago. "Aside from the dumb yell beforehand. Seriously, is it a guy thing to name attacks something stupid?"
"Yang does it."
Blake narrows her eyebrows. "I'm not one for showy or attention-grabbing, but, 'Hurricane Blitz,' shouted by a whirling mass of blonde hair and muscle is far cooler than, 'Mark One Test One.'"
"This is fair. Want to see what a fireball looks like?"
Without a word, Blake steps toward the center of the field, draws her hood, and this time raises her arms to faux claws and jokingly says, "Rawr," before leaving a clone. She was clearly having as much fun as the man was, and it was really nice to see her more goofy side; even living with her, she was friendlier, but still kept an air of seriousness. Messing around and acting like a kid was far less common with Blake than with Weiss.
Seeing the terrifying new target consisting of a cute girl mocking a vampire, or maybe a kaiju, the man starts charging another shot. He leaves this one at around 50% power, as an uncontrolled fireball could easily turn into trouble were he to slip up. This time with a much duller glow coming from the gloves, he launches a fire Dust-infused aura blast channeled through the glove. Out comes a healthily sized ball of fire which strikes Blake's clone and sets the phantom ablaze until it fades. By no means was the result surprising, but this was still a worthwhile test.
"That went about as I expected it would. Not everything needs to be flashy, I guess."
Blake put a finger to her chin, thinking about the fire attack. "I don't suppose you could, like, detonate it or something? I mean, that's like a fraction of what Yang can shoot when she uses Dragon's Breath shells. At that point, might as well just use the Dust in your weapon."
"That one was at around 50% power, so let me bump this one up and try. I'm going to see if I can miss but have it detonate."
"Alright, I'll do a spooky ghost this time." Blake leaves a clone with wiggling fingers mouthing an "OooOOOoo," noise, then steps aside.
After a laugh, the man charges about 75% of the maximum firepower into the glove and readies the shot. The result comes out as a flaming ball a bit smaller than the first attack, which intentionally misses the spooky ghost clone. A moment after it passes and begins to dissipate, he tries and triggers it like a bomb; with a concentrated effort, he channels the feeling of blowing apart the ice wall in the fight with Ruby, only at a distance. The fireball violently pops, creating a powerful, if somewhat small, explosion enough to dissipate Blake's copycat.
"For what it's worth, that takes quite a bit of concentration and aura." The man probably wouldn't be throwing too many glove-shots to begin with, but the timed detonation took quite a bit out of him; it definitely would function best as a last resort surprise attack or a starting gambit.
"At least we know you can do it," Blake says. "That would definitely catch a lot of people off guard, and it'd be pretty hard to defend against, seeing as you could still attack from the front."
"I'm going to do one more with fire to test something." Seeing as the glove's projectile was basically a condensed version of telekinesis, it stood to reason that, in addition to detonating it, the man should still be able to, well, telekinetically move it. As Blake prepped a clone doing a flamboyant pose, he pooled a 25% power shot that would be easy to maneuver; he figures that it'd be easier to detonate smaller blast, plus use less aura to try and move it.
The man fires the fractionally powered shot from his palm. Designated by the negligible glow from the glove and the small size of the attack, it was pretty weak. The baseball-sized fireball directed straight for clone-Blake's chest suddenly veered off course in a stark line, causing it to miss entirely; the ball then detonated in a much smaller explosion than before, winging the clone's arm and setting it alight.
"So, I can control the course of the attack, and smaller shots are easier to control."
"A valuable lesson!" Blake says, cheerily. "This all sounds really useful, almost like Weiss' Glyphs."
"Huh… So, if it's like Weiss, and if I get Ruby to help improve the design, and if you helped me train with it, I just need to somehow get Yang in on this and these gloves will basically be built entirely by RWBY."
Blake smirks. "Don't worry, we'll let you have them on weekends. So, you want to keep going?"
"Yeah, I have a few more things to try, and some other Dust combinations to test."
About an hour or two later, The man has tested about everything he can think of with his gloves, plus thought of multiple improvements to the design. For the most part, he's figured out which Dust type works best as a projectile; some were obvious, like fire, ice, and lightning, but others had uses, and others were useless. Wind could be used to form a trap, for example, but others like earth resulted in little more than throwing a rock at someone. Easily the most unique technique was using gravity; in addition to creating a gravity well to knock foes off balance, not using it as a projectile let him (safely) push and pull objects like in the fight with Blake, only more controlled.
Overall, the training was a very informative use of time, plus Blake probably got something out of it as well. Now, as the rain starts to come back, the man and Blake start heading home to spend the rest of the day relaxing. He notices that, despite being rather cheerful for most of the little experiment, Blake has grown rather intense; something seems to have irritated her and she seems to be incredibly on edge. Hopefully, getting home will help solve that problem.