Gas Leakage [INV]

Second Year at U.A.'s support course was a bit sparse. Not that Tsukuri minded the peace and quiet, but he found it comical how many people had flunked or transferred from first year. The final project that had snipped so many prospective careers short had been simple - build a working prototype for a practical, Hero grade gadget. The amount of half-assed, completely broken, or impractical assignments that were turned in astounded him. If he didn't basically get the most praise and tied one hand behind his back, the assignment would have been a breeze.

If he remembered correctly, it was that very creation that had actually ended up in the hands of one of the Heroics students. Granted, it was a simple self-contained breathing apparatus. A utilitarian design made for breathing underwater and in smoke-filled conditions that could be easily manufactured and distributed to both Heroes and emergency services. Not really his typical 'fun' project like some of the weapons, but neat to make nonetheless. A frown ghosted his lips, fingers pausing above the keyboard he was typing on. Hadn't she almost managed to break the rebreather and suit before? Perhaps his designs needed to be overhauled.

Assuming Eirei decided to actually enter the two-room workshop, she'd push open the door and immediately be greeted by a slew of metal and wires, half-finished projects and smoking circuitry. Tsukuri would've noted the signature sound of the slight squeak the door hinges made, putting down a pencil but continuing to type and stare at the screen in front of him. "What do you need?" His tone wasn't hostile, but it wasn't welcoming either. "I'm a bit busy right now, so if you're here to ask for this 'super cool addition' to your gear, I'm going to have to decline."

"Oh, you." He said neutrally. "Strange. I was just thinking about the project from last year and here you come along..." The boy continued to type away as he spoke, seemingly holding a perfectly normal conversation with the girl as he worked. "What happened to it? The rebreather was ceramic and steel alloy and the suit was mid-grade carbon fiber weave. It's not particularly easy to break either such things... especially in training." Tsukuri paused, frowning slightly as he turned his perceived 'attention' from the computer to a notepad. "Perhaps I had made a mistake in the synthesis of the compounds...?"

Scribbling something down with his left hand, his right hand pointed towards a near-spotless workbench. The metallic prosthetic gleamed, retracting a moment later in a seamless replication of an actual hand. "Put it over there." He ordered. "If I made a mistake somewhere, it's beneficial for both of us if I fix it."

"Scraping the entire thing and making a new one is always an option." He commented, stenciling something onto a piece of grided paper. "Though I suppose that'd leave you without a working set of gear for a week or two. Any training exercises or expeditions for the Hero Courses coming up within that time frame?" There probably wouldn't be so early into the school year, but the things that went through the course designers for Heroics could only be described as 'eccentric' most of the time. Tsukuri shook his head, still laughing silently over the whole robot points fiasco he helped design a while back.

Robotic hand picking up a sharpened piece of scrap metal from a bin, Tsukuri lifted one of the arm pieces of the suit - stabbing at it with the junk. "Well, it seems to be holding normally against basic trauma." He said, tossing the metal back where it came from and running a thumb over the stab site. "I'm not sure what could've broken the seal..." The student mumbled, eyes narrowing. "What else did you even have in your car?"