I could point out... that you missed a penalty, last question.
[Tonic picks himself up, rearranging himself a little stiffly so that he can sit up and lean backwards. getting his shirt up over his head is tricky, having to navigate the bits and edges of his mods without having the full, fluid motion of a normal person... but he's done it enough times that he at least doesn't make an idiot of himself.
if Tek can be patient for a few extra seconds, Tonic will have his shirt off and his torso fully exposed. it is marred more in the way that his good arm was, with nicks and scrapes and a couple of deep-looking scars where he's had unfortunate run-ins with sharp objects... the real visual interest comes from where his arm was apparently dunked down into a vat of acid, Tek can actually make out specks and splashed shapes where the splatter must have been, eaten away and causing the skin to have that same sort of uneven, strangely-scarred texture as his face and arm.
no big holes for metal bits, just a couple of flat, metallic brackets punched into parts of his shoulder, maybe for support. they almost look fashionable, polished to a reflective shine.
Tonic drops his shirt near his other clothing, not much caring if this one wrinkles.]
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[Tonic picks himself up, rearranging himself a little stiffly so that he can sit up and lean backwards. getting his shirt up over his head is tricky, having to navigate the bits and edges of his mods without having the full, fluid motion of a normal person... but he's done it enough times that he at least doesn't make an idiot of himself.
if Tek can be patient for a few extra seconds, Tonic will have his shirt off and his torso fully exposed. it is marred more in the way that his good arm was, with nicks and scrapes and a couple of deep-looking scars where he's had unfortunate run-ins with sharp objects... the real visual interest comes from where his arm was apparently dunked down into a vat of acid, Tek can actually make out specks and splashed shapes where the splatter must have been, eaten away and causing the skin to have that same sort of uneven, strangely-scarred texture as his face and arm.
no big holes for metal bits, just a couple of flat, metallic brackets punched into parts of his shoulder, maybe for support. they almost look fashionable, polished to a reflective shine.
Tonic drops his shirt near his other clothing, not much caring if this one wrinkles.]