[Sean's first confused thought was that maybe he'd somehow found himself in the Radical Lands, or was witnessing the aftermath of a Cockatrice rampage. But he gets his bearings fast enough. And by that, he means vault into the closest shadowy corner. Ninja instincts never die.]
[Some unfortunate revelations are made. The hologram module is absolutely trashed. With half of it junked and and the other half just straight up missing, it's a glorified paperweight with no hope for recovery, even with some extremely specialised tools and several restricted parts sourced overseas he's not seeing. Worth keeping to contribute parts for the next one, maybe. His fuel lines are still cut and dribbling, but the wrist-mounted taser and flamethrower might still work with a little help. It's not stopping him from trying, anyway.]
[Sean is fist deep into a bundle of wires on the module on his arm, the other hand this close to tearing his hair out in frustration when the exposed wires start to splutter to life.]
Come on! [he hisses. He has a second to hope, but that's when it decides to spray out an intensely bright shower of sparks. He yelps, and slaps a hand over it. Which activates his flamethrower on his other wrist, which was malfunctioning up till now.]
[Flames shoot up a foot into the sky, and somebody nearby might see a ninja with a theatrical black cape lit up like a Fourth of July display, fleeing his suddenly very compromised hiding space.]
sean mcninja | dr. mcninja | ota
[Some unfortunate revelations are made. The hologram module is absolutely trashed. With half of it junked and and the other half just straight up missing, it's a glorified paperweight with no hope for recovery, even with some extremely specialised tools and several restricted parts sourced overseas he's not seeing. Worth keeping to contribute parts for the next one, maybe. His fuel lines are still cut and dribbling, but the wrist-mounted taser and flamethrower might still work with a little help. It's not stopping him from trying, anyway.]
[Sean is fist deep into a bundle of wires on the module on his arm, the other hand this close to tearing his hair out in frustration when the exposed wires start to splutter to life.]
Come on! [he hisses. He has a second to hope, but that's when it decides to spray out an intensely bright shower of sparks. He yelps, and slaps a hand over it. Which activates his flamethrower on his other wrist, which was malfunctioning up till now.]
[Flames shoot up a foot into the sky, and somebody nearby might see a ninja with a theatrical black cape lit up like a Fourth of July display, fleeing his suddenly very compromised hiding space.]