Equius(spades)Vriska: Remember when we found out that Equius could take control of Vriska's robotic arm?
Vriska had been surprised when her arm had refused to respond to her will. She'd been even more surprised when it simply…popped off during a FLARP campaign. Then she'd stood in shock and experienced more than a little anger when it stood up on its fingers and scurried off into the ocean.
This was not what she had been promised, when she'd accepted Equius' gross, sweaty offer of help. Gritting her teeth in her fury, she vowed to get to the bottom of it. But first, time to manipulate that stupid fishy kismesis of hers into getting her fucking arm back.
At the same time, Equius leaned back into his chair and smiled. A screen filled with statistics and readouts was keeping him apprised of the situation out at sea, and no small amount of pleasure filled him at what he was seeing. It hadn't been too difficult to program into the robotic arm a certain degree of remote control; in fact the hardest thing had been keeping his mouth shut about it. He's almost certain that if Nepeta had known, she would have disagreed.
The girl had quite an issue with the pitch quadrants.
But truly, this was one of his finer plans. Vriska would feel like there was something very, catastrophically wrong with his gift, and would come to him angry and ripe for the romancing. And then, he would make a show of inspecting it, tweaking it, and then reattach it. "It seems to have been a virus in the software," he would say to her questioning. And then he would use the arm against her.
Maybe pin her against the wall, and have the arm anchor itself into the bedrock foundation. And then he'd kiss –
There was angry pounding on his hive door. Suddenly flustered and in need of a towel, Equius shut off the monitor. "Coming," he announced, internally running through his well-rehearsed dialogue. Vriska was shouting something on the other side of his door, and his heart pounded in return. Goodness, he'd need more than one towel before this was all done!
Cracking the door open, Equius was surprised by how scraped up Vriska looked. "Is everything al-" he began, only to be cut off by Vriska pushing past him.
"No!" Vriska groused, "Nothing is alright! Have you seen this?" and she stopped to thrust her stump arm into his face. "Your damned arm fell off, and did an acrobatic fucking pirouette into the thrice damned ocean! What the hell, Equius?"
And…curses, he needed a towel. Why was her language so crude? "Let me take an look at it." He insisted, directing her into his workroom. "Where is it, anyway?"
"The 8ottom of the damned ocean, you pan-addled wiggler!" She snarled, and oh yes. He did make it do that. Well, this wasn't panning out like he planned at all. But he couldn't just leave her armless like this, if someone killed his kismesis-to-be he would be very upset.
"I think I have a prototype you can use while I work up another arm. It won't be as dexterous as the one that you um…lost, but it will give you back your mobility." He announced, standing up. The only issue with that was of course the prototype wasn't controllable.
He'd have to put off his black romancing until later then. But first, a towel, he'd need one to get through sitting in such close proximity to such a hateful creature.