Oswald Connolly- Evening.

Oswald turned to Gren, his eyes showing just how defeated he felt. "Definitely. Grimm aren't exactly tough....usually." Frowning, he lifted his arm to show off his broken wrist. "That certainly didn't help with this class either. I swear, if it had been my right arm that got fucked up, I'd have gone insane. Not being able to use my shield right is one thing, but my sword? No thanks." 

Finally realizing that Gren had offered to help, Oswald nodded for a moment before replying. "That would be helpful. Yeah. Really helpful. I may or may not have only managed to give my avatar a cloak. A green one." Visibly deflating at his revelation, Oswald frowned. "So it might be more of you teaching me how all of this stuff works. It's been a while since I've worked with....advanced technology. Advanced meaning anything more complex than a radio and a compass." Shrugging, Oswald realized that he needed to get to the Armory for some work. 

"Thanks for the offer, Gren, but right now, I need to get to the Armory. I have some great plans for this sword now that I have access to a proper forge and all that. I'm sure we'll be seeing plenty of each other anyway, what with Sapphire and I making sparring plans." Giving the other boy a curt nod, Oswald turned away, missing the flair his cloak would have given him, before making his way to the Armory. 
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A few hours later, a sweat-drenched, shirtless Oswald finished his work on the Trepanation Blade. It had taken a lot of concentration, lube and good old-fashioned elbow grease, but his sword's handle could now be rotated on a set of hinges and magnetically attached to his gauntlets, essentially enabling his sword to transform into an oversized, drilling [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katar_(dagger)]Katar[/url]. Such a modification allowed him to make full use of his sword's deadly thrusting attacks, as well as adding an entire level of versatility that could make him a more unpredictable combatant, which was always helpful.

Sighing contentedly at the job well done, Oswald stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow, screwing up his face as he smelled himself. "I will never get tired of this feeling." The air on his body was cool, and the moisture served to accentuate the scars on his chest and arms. His pectorals, shoulders and upper arms all had neat, horizontal lines going across them, as well as his back. They would be obvious as stretch marks to more than a cursory glance, but at the moment, Oswald didn't much care if anybody saw. Grabbing the towel he placed next to his workstation, Oswald dried his body off before looking to his clothes and armor. 

His brigandine and shirt were carelessly tossed to the side, the latter atop the former, while his gauntlets and pauldrons were carefully laid on the ground near them. He partially put his shirt on his body, not caring to button it up, before hauling his brigandine over his shoulder and loosely affixing his gauntlets. Carrying his pauldrons in his arms, Oswald made his way back to his team's dorm, pushing the door open with his shoulder. 

"Hey team, just got back from doing some work on my sword. Neat little new feature, it can swivel on my arm into, basically, a Katar. Mag-locked to my gauntlets like that, too. How were your days?"