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[OOM: Gearing Up]

Gabriel's headed back to the armor room when Milliways finds him. He's still wearing the prototype battledress, with the large red crystal in the center of his chest and tubing feeding out from its casing, as the door slides open. The tubing on the gauntlets clips the doorframe as he steps in with a dull clunk and he jerks his arm in quickly with a curse, checking it for damage. It's gotta be durable, right? It's armor designed for people with super strength, it should be fine, right?

He looks worried as he tries to finagle his arm to be able to see his elbow.

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"... Huh, is this your new equipment?"

Yamato's intrigued, to say the least. He comes ambling over, a milkshake in one hand, peering at the red crystal and the tubes feeding out from it. He's not nearly as excitingly dressed himself, in just a t-shirt and jeans, but there's the edge of a burn mark visible at the collar of his t-shirt that's definitely new.

"It's very -- sci-fi."

"Prototype," Gabe replies, peering back over his shoulder to try and see his elbow from there. The mini pauldrons are kinda in the way, though.

"Gonna talk to Gallegos about protecting these better." He gestures to the gauntlet's tubing as he lifts his arm. "You don't see any dings back here, do you?"

"Nice. I just finished working on a prototype myself. Some people here helped out with it," Yamato says, easing around to eye up the arm for any damage.

"It doesn't look damaged. You might want to get this Gallegos guy to check the inside of the tubing, though, just in case there's damage that can't be seen from the outside."

"Gal." He turns around to face Yamato. "Probably do that anyway, just finished its first test run. Thanks."

He jerks his head at the burn scar. "Prototype do that?"

Yamato gives his collarbone an awkward rub. The burn runs most of the way down his torso, but for some reason it's itchiest at the collarbone.

"No, no, this was a Sakusimon that I ended up in a fight with," he says.

"Ah, alright then. Good job not dying."

He has no idea what Sakusimon is outside of it being a digimon who burns shit.

"You got armor now?" He looks curious. But also it's about damn time.

"Not a full set of armour. Just gloves and boots," Yamato says. "Lord Goemon, the leader of that town where we had that battle a while back gave me the pieces of a magical sword he'd broken -- I spliced the pieces together with some Garurumon data and turned them into something new."

Although the process was maybe a little more complicated than he makes it sound.

"They make useful weapons, but when I put them on they fuse with me, and that was, er, unexpected."

Gabriel's eyebrows rise.

"Fuse? And you're calling my shit sci-fi?"

"Hey, your shit is sci-fi. It's got tubes. And crystals," Yamato says defensively. "Those are sci-fi things. And I bet it has, what, in-built lasers or something?"

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"Nope, no lasers."

He looks smug.

"Maser," he admits after a moment.

"Masers still count," Yamato says stubbornly. "They one-hundred percent still count as sci-fi shit."

"Fusing to your armor is definitely sci-fi shit. That might even be magic shit, how does that even work?"

No, seriously, are you part data now, Yamato?

"It hybridises me into some kind of quasi-Digimon, even changes up my hair colour and gives me just -- just the fluffiest ears and shit like that, and then when I take them off, I revert back to being human," Yamato says.

After a moment's pause, he adds: "It's not that unusual. It's always been possible to make Digimon out of a Chosen, that's how our partners were made, this is a similar process, just more temporary."

Gabriel's just going to take a moment to imagine Yamato with fluffy ears while keeping the biggest damn grin on his face.

"Sounds pretty fucking adorable, dude. Wait, so do you shoot lasers now?" Digimon have powers, right?

"It's not adorable, I'm definitely never adorable," Yamato mutters, maybe just a little bit sullenly. "No, no lasers, but I get some pretty strong wind powers, and a kind of short range teleport thing."

He just shakes his head.

"How can you argue this with me? You are clearly way more sci-fi. Teleport? Seriously?"

Beat.

"Pretty fucking cool." He's almost jealous.

"I don't have tubes! I don't have masers. What do those tubes even carry, anyway, is it some kind of energy rich sci-fi fluid? Because that's very sci-fi."

The most sci-fi, one might say.

"Thanks," he adds bashfully. "It's come in handy a few times already, so I'm pretty happy with how the prototype turned out. But, er, I do need to figure out how to make something similar for Taichi now."

"...maybe? Schematics are on lockdown, no access." The fewer places the files are kept, the less likely they are to leak out to omnics. "Transmits energy from the weapons to the power source, that's all I got."

He shrugs.

"That mean you need another busted magical sword? Doesn't strike me as common."

"I guess that makes sense. New weapons tech, got to be a pretty closely protected secret. If I could take it apart, I could figure out, er ..." He trails off, frowning. "I ... shouldn't take it apart."

It's not good to take apart other people's technology, and Yamato's not completely sure he'd be able to put it back together again.

"Lord Goemon has seven more swords like this, but none of the others are broken, and he's got no reason to give anyone a sword he can still use," he says. "But I might be able to make something by just splicing together remnant data from different Digimon."

Gabriel adopts a pained expression.

"Not when I just got it. They'll never let me test shit again." Don't deny him access to new toys, Yamato, that would be sad.

He tilts his head to one side, thoughtful. "How's that different from what you did for yours?"

"Maybe when you've had it for a little longer. Then again, I'm pretty sure if I took it apart before Cisco got the chance, he'd track me down and cut my throat."

Not even exaggerating there.

"It's -- not, in practice. Not that different, anyway. The sword was made from remnant data anyway, so I should be able to just skip the middleman there. But I'll need some pretty high quality data. Perfect-level, at least."

"If I get a spare I'll be sure to send you both a note. Then you can fight over it."

Yamato would win, unless Cisco cheats with tech.

"Hnn. That something you can ask nicely for?"

"He'd be vicious. He'd go straight for the jugular. Or he'd break out the shrink ray."

He'd probably break out the shrink ray.

"Digimon shed data like that all the time, it's not too tough to get a hold of it. Finding a Perfect-level Digimon that's suitable is a whole different matter, though. Ideally, I'd want something that syncs up with Taichi pretty well, so a dragon or a dinosaur. They're already pretty rare."

"Shit, he kept that thing?"

Yeah, definitely cheating.

"What about birds? Dragons fly and dinosaurs turned into birds, so kinda similar."

"He kept that thing."

It will be useful if Yamato's brother ever grows taller than him.

"Nah, birds are synced with Sora," Yamato says. "Each of us is aligned with a couple of different types of Digimon -- dragons, dinosaurs, and the undead for Taichi, beasts and demons for me, that kind of thing -- and even when it would make sense given how things actually evolve, most 'mons of those types can't turn into another Crest's type. Dinosaurs can turn into zombies, but they can't turn into birds."