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About a day or two after the unfortunate incident in the cafeteria, Mark may have noticed the complete absence of his part-time roommate. Or maybe he didn't; it was kind of hard to find anyone or anything in the midst of all the junk in the room.

But, unable to climb the stairs in the particular state he was in after surviving the centipede attack, Lucky had been up tinkering for as long as possible in one of the ground level labs, distracting himself from several pertinent issues by throwing himself headfirst into side projects. He was confined to a wheelchair until the effects of the venom wore off and his legs were no longer paralyzed. None of that stopped him from rebuilding the strange set of goggles Mark had made of the least accident-prone Argus model. He'd managed to put together all the collected parts that had come flying off when Mark had thrown it in rage (and even replace a few that had been fried beyond salvaging), but without much experience with runic tech, it was basically working blindly. It seemed fine. Everything looked like it would work in theory. Maybe it was finally time...?

Pausing in his mindless examination and re-examination of the newly re-rebuilt Argus, he noticed his phone lying nearby, glowing faintly at half-power. He pushed the wheels of the wheelchair a few times and snatched it up to fire of a few quick, sleep-deprived texts.









A minute later he realized Mark probably had no idea where to go, and added:

He didn't have to wait long. At the sound of someone rushing down the halls at an otherwise quiet hour, the life hunter was already turning himself around to face the door. The hard way, that involved multiple point turns like a car. He had no idea how Lance managed, but he was suddenly extremely curious.

"Oh, good, you-"

The smell hit him first.

Lucky immediately tucked his face into the crook of his arm and coughed at the overwhelming smell of deodorant coming off of Mark like a second FEAR shield. With his other hand he waved the lifeless husk of machinery that was Mark's so-called chick magnet.

"No ladies here," he pointed out from behind his arm at the request for female company, though he half grinned. "Is just us. And this."

He held his breath long enough to fish around his pockets for a few stones glowing with a familiar blue rune etched into them, which he offered to Mark. "And some power."

"You are telling me. They never do seem to have interest vhen I talk technical. Is like I am speaking another language. And not one they like to hear." He was being joking, at this point. He quite possibly had less success than Mark at talking to girls, in that at least Mark made the attempt. Mimsy and Sam didn't count, because they were terrifying. "Maybe I should learn French and try again."

"About half of it fried," he answered casually, with the tone of someone who had seen a lot of broken electronics in their day. Some things about runic really weren't that different from normal. He picked up a tangle of wire nearby and flung it out of the workspace to another pile of reject parts. "I found replacement parts - first time I ever dismantled an Argus, I vas... afraid to before you did - and, vell, is... probably good as new?"

Lucky shrugged and gave Mark and his prototype a not-very-reassuring look. He was toying with the runestones in his hand, as if they were dice, rolling them around and watching them give off crackles of blue energy as they knocked together. "How does it look?"