[Accelerator furrows his brow at the request. His crutch, really? He wants to look at that thing?
It isn't the subject of conversation he was expecting, and it takes him a beat to realize that story is an attempt at relating to his need for the damn thing. That in turn only confuses him more, and he glances down at it. It's an expensive piece of equipment, but he supposes it can't hurt. If Endo throws it off the roof it won't break, and he wouldn't stand a chance if he tried to take it (though, why on earth would he bother?). So... it likely can't hurt to let him look at it. Maybe he's actually a huge nerd and thinks mechanical engineering is neat.
Glancing back up, he shoots Endo a warning glare.]
If you do anything with it I'm beating the shit out of you.
[Grabbing his crutch, he holds it out for Endo to take.
It's far nicer than the kind of typical elbow crutch one would receive from a hospital. This thing is custom. The elbow cuff has a modern embossed design on it, and two metal straps to attach to Accelerator's forearm so it stays there. There's a switch that extends the cane portion, which ends in four small feet that can also act as grabbers, like a claw from a gachapon machine. The materials used to make the thing are durable and high-end, and there are gyroscopic stabilizers built into it so it can stand on the four feet on its own.
There are also switches in the cuff to turn on and adjust a built-in wireless signal jammer. That's the most important part of the entire thing and the most dangerous, though Accelerator is doubtful Endo could figure it out quick enough to jam the signal his choker is receiving.
He watches him for a few moments before glancing at the fighting below. It's tempting to stop what's remaining from up here, though for now all he does is jab a finger in the mob's direction.]
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It isn't the subject of conversation he was expecting, and it takes him a beat to realize that story is an attempt at relating to his need for the damn thing. That in turn only confuses him more, and he glances down at it. It's an expensive piece of equipment, but he supposes it can't hurt. If Endo throws it off the roof it won't break, and he wouldn't stand a chance if he tried to take it (though, why on earth would he bother?). So... it likely can't hurt to let him look at it. Maybe he's actually a huge nerd and thinks mechanical engineering is neat.
Glancing back up, he shoots Endo a warning glare.]
If you do anything with it I'm beating the shit out of you.
[Grabbing his crutch, he holds it out for Endo to take.
It's far nicer than the kind of typical elbow crutch one would receive from a hospital. This thing is custom. The elbow cuff has a modern embossed design on it, and two metal straps to attach to Accelerator's forearm so it stays there. There's a switch that extends the cane portion, which ends in four small feet that can also act as grabbers, like a claw from a gachapon machine. The materials used to make the thing are durable and high-end, and there are gyroscopic stabilizers built into it so it can stand on the four feet on its own.
There are also switches in the cuff to turn on and adjust a built-in wireless signal jammer. That's the most important part of the entire thing and the most dangerous, though Accelerator is doubtful Endo could figure it out quick enough to jam the signal his choker is receiving.
He watches him for a few moments before glancing at the fighting below. It's tempting to stop what's remaining from up here, though for now all he does is jab a finger in the mob's direction.]
Explain what the hell is up with the fighting.