Tria, 31, 81379 Cuesanu sat next to a tree in the courtyard. She had a laptop out and had pieces of Menlo chips all around. She sat typing away at the computer with one hand and then with another was writting out complicated math equations and solving them. She finnally stopped and hit enter and up on the screen was a single piece of a Menlo suit. She sighed, it was the most complicated gauntlet she had ever programmed. She sighed and put the laptop to the side. she stretched her digits and heard them all crack. She picked up one of the chips on the ground and watched it glimmer in the sunlight. She sighed again. <span style='color:blue'>I'll never get this thing done...</span> She shook her head as she stuck the card into the machine and it pulled up a very basic helmet, she then started working on it, typing just as fast, and doing just as many calculations. The helmet slowly began to have different features, it was oviously built for an Anubi as the ears were rather tall, and it was gothic, just like the gauntlet. The details she was going to put in it were more asstetic then useful. It was ment more for show then anything else, she wanted to make this as a gift for a friend. The way it was going though she wouldn't be done till that said friends next birthday...
Abelmatt sighed deeply as he explored the courtyard again. he didnt know what he was looking for but he felt the need to get out. He had been in his dorm pestering his room mate for ages. He didnÂ’t want to make a pest of himself. As he wandered into a more wooded part of the courtyard. Well it had trees. As he walked through the sun speaking down through the leaves onto his dark fur. He noticed a quiet little dragon sitting down on the grass. She appeared to be working very hard, her hands were a blur on the keyboard. She was blue and whitish, she looked kinda cute. Curiosity got the better of him and he walked closer. As he got to a nearer ear shot distance he began to talk. "Hey I'm not bothering you am I" He said as he took a few steps nearer. He liked machines, and in some ways was more interested in her computer. She seemed a bit young as well.
Cuesanu shrugged <span style='color:blue'>Not paticularly...not yet atleast...</span> Cuesanu had adapted the helmet so that it had glowing eyes that looked like cut rubies and then she had created many layers to the helmet so that it looked as though it was a high strung collar. On ever layer there was an intricate design of hyroglypics and other Egyptian esc designs. She was still working on it making other addaptions to it, giving it an even more evil look. She eventally stopped and took a deep breath and popped out the disk and then reached for another one that was just out of reach. <span style='color:blue'>Since your standing...Think you can get that disk over there for me?</span>
Matt grinned in fascination at all her disks, he had no idea what they were for. He knew how to manipulate machina but standard electronics just made him blink. Crouching down as his fingers grasped around the disk, giving it a quick look over before handing it to her. He took a seat sort of next to her so he could see her Computer, she had some sort of thingy on her computer. It looked like a gothic helmet, he couldnÂ’t help but grin at it. He liked gothic stuff. "Is that Menlo armour" He asked faintly, to engrossed by curiosity. he had heard about Menlo, he had never seen how it worked. To him it had just sounded like a bit computer game. He suddenly remembered his manners though. He thought for a minute that sitting around and pester her she might think he was rude but he shrugged the thought off. "IÂ’m Matt by the way" he said casually, paying more attention to her computer screen.
<span style='color:blue'>Yes it is, I am one of the premier programers and designers of Menlo armor, weapons, and accessories. Names Cuesanu Olseanu, or just Cue as most people call me</span> She took the chip from him and stuck it in her computer and up popped a chest plate. She started ticking away again, this time there were gold designs and it was adjusted to be distinctly female. There was heavy engraving and the plating was extra thick for protection, she kept typing away until it was adjusted so much that it oviously could only be worn by one person. She popped that disk out and picked up another one, this one was a left paladron. She made it black with red accents and gold spikes on layered plating with the same Egyptian themed design on it.
Matt hid his smirk, he could barely believe that she was that good. She seemed so young although to be fair he stuff on the computer did look really good. It looked slightly Anubi. Very Egyptian. He had also smiled when she had made teh chest plate more female. He needed to grow up. Sighing at his own immaturity he gazed at her. "Wow thatÂ’s quite impressive, I just do Biokinesis and machina. IÂ’m alright at both, my teacher is better though." He said a little meekly, he didnÂ’t really have anything that compared to her. He was just some student. Maybe she taught lesions. As he looked at her computer his eyes noticed a massive scar running down her leg. He was trying not to stare and concentrate on the computer but he kept noticing. He was too curious for his won good. The only thing that stopped him asking about it was the fact he was fairly sure he would offended her then.
She smirked <span style='color:blue'>You'd get along well with my friend Nekhalla Vlunn, she's trained in Machina Engineering, and is one of the best damn Menlo fighters I've ever met. She gets first pick of all my parts when they are created, this suit is actually a birthday present for her. I've kinda forgotten her birthday for the past 2 years and she's never forgotten mine, so I figured I give her a bit of a surprise. She needs a suit thats just for show, so I figured I give her one of the best.</span> She popped out the chip and picked up another one, it was a tail base. She sat for a minute and looked at the blank tail base. She oviously was stumped on what to do with it. She rotated the base for a few seconds around the screen, typed in a few things to thin it out. Then she sighed. <span style='color:blue'>Drat...Tails are never my strong point...</span>
Matt grinned at her, distracted from the scar he laughed a bit. He might look that girl up some time but he was more interested in Jade. yet going back to Cue he smiled at her not being able to do the tail. He had a few ideas. Taking a closer look at the screen leaning forward slightly. "Why donÂ’t you make it long and slender with layers of armour going all the way down like you did for the neck armour." He said softly, deep in thought. He had no idea how they made they using funny maths equations. Must be some sort of special thing. The scar had gotten hsi attention again and he was doing his best to ignoring it. It seemed kinda violent and he couldnÂ’t really imagine her getting into to much trouble she seemed pretty innocent to him. Yet sometimes looks were deceiving. After all he wasnÂ’t just some student, he had secrets of his own. Dark secrets.
<span style='color:blue'>Okay...we'll give that a shot...</span> Cue quickly typed in a couple codes, and then the layers came up in black with a point at the end. <span style='color:blue'>Like this?</span> She quickly typed in another few lines to get the same pattern she used on the collar. It looked quite impressive but it still seemed to be missing something. She turned it in a circle and then moved the individual parts around to make sure it moved right. <span style='color:blue'>Somethings missing</span>
Looking at the tail it did seem kinda dull, something was missing. He was in deep thought for a moment, trying to picture what was missing. He was thinking about normal gothic armour. images began to float through his mind, like pieces of a jig saw. "How about spikes going down the tail, or add a tail flame for looks." He didnÂ’t know whether they had tail flames in Menlo, as far as he understood it was fighting in a digital arena. But he lost it completely when it had viruses and stuff, that confused him totally. Yet it seem like it was just a safe version of fighting to him. Then he caught the scar in his vision again, he was going to stop being such a wus and ask her. He struggled to form the words in his mind, his brain felt like it had gone blank. Then slowly, piece by piece it he managed to spit it out. "Erm whatÂ’s that scar from" he said nervously, nodding slightly towards the imperfection on her skin. He felt so rude asking about it.
Cuesanu sighed, and took her paws off the keyboard for a minute <span style='color:blue'>I'm a weredragon...The scar is from an incident in my past involving a set of twins, one died, the other one barely lives. I gained the scar when the male struggled to save his sister...I'm basically at the school for everyone's safety. I've got a tracker in my back just incase I get lost so they can find me before a full moon. Nekhalla is the only one that has experiance in werewolves and keeps me calmer then most during a full moon, she has plenty of scars to prove it, though she says most of them are from her Cucu freaking out and latching onto her leg. I owe her alot, she risks her life once a month for me...</span> Nekhalla quickly typed something in and the tail had a tail spike with flame around it. <span style='color:blue'>How bout that?</span>
Matt gawped at her for a moment. He was shocked to the bone, he would have never expected her to be a weredragon. Then again the whole point was that they blended in. They were predators after all. Yet he had no idea their was help for it. "Wow, funny that, IÂ’m a weredragon too." he mumbled. He had never met another one like himself before. He was still stunned, yet he and nothing fancy like her. He just went into the woods or swamp during the full on and hoped he didnÂ’t savage anyone. It was a good idea actually, he might have to rig his own tracker up sometime. He did have a GPS he strapped to his leg before the full moon. He could find out where he was then. He looked at the tail with mild interests. "Try putting, spikes going down the length of the tail as well, more gothic."
<span style='color:blue'>Really now...I didn't think there was another one at this School, even so it makes sense. I was turned when I was very young infact, I don't even remember being turned, I was only 3 at the time I killed the twins. I'm 12 now, it still hurts remembering what they looked like afterwards...I saw the one that lived awhile ago, she was a sad sight, they had stitched piece of her brother's body onto her where they couldn't salvage her. I couldn't even bring myself to say hello.</span> She punched in a few more lines and the spikes came up with gold spirals on them. They looked like the kind you get on a punk bracelet. She typed in a few more lines and they had red accents in the gold to make it look like there was blood on it. <span style='color:blue'>How bout now?</span>
He smiled solemnly, he had some bad memorise, like how he had slaughter his friends and had come out of the change once with some flesh still in his mouth. That was one of his worst, he never really had gone to visit his victims, they were usually six foot under. Snapping him self out of his depressing thought he smiled aging this time with a bit more strength. "Oh I was born one, it didnÂ’t really do anything until i was older though. I cant imagine going to visit any of them though, it would be to harsh." She may of been young but she had bravery he would never have. He had always run from his victims. he went to remote places and changed hoping he wouldnÂ’t find any one, but he knew he did. He always did. He stared intently at the screen, he was jus looking yet none of it was sinking in. He finally could make sense of what his eyes were telling him. he smiled approvingly. "Yeah I think that looks very good" He said with some satisfaction.
<span style='color:blue'>I can't help it...She goes here...</span> She sighed and then popped in another disk, this time it was boots. She made them pointy toed with the same sceme, she added to the top portion points that made them look deadly. She then put red in the engravings, it was rather nice looking.
Matt stared at the ground for a while, he was feeling bad for taking the conversation into such a bad place. He felt sorry for her, least he never had to see any of his victims, he just kept running. He looked at he upper arm, on it was his tattoo. It was of two theatrical mask, one smiling, the other snarling with fangs. He may be running but he wouldnÂ’t forget. Not ever. He raised his head looking at her work then her. "I'm sorry" He said solemnly. He felt really bad now, he wished they could control their curse, then it would just be like a powerful feral form, not some horrible curse that involved eating people. He smiled to him self sadly, he used the Menlo stuff to distract his horrible mind, he hated things but he couldnÂ’t help but be interested in Menlo, he liked the idea of digital fighting. "How does Menlo fighting work" he asked feebly, trying desperately to change subject.
