The cupboard door opens to reveal a rather angry young woman in a long-maid outfit. Her facial expression was far, far, really far from happy. Inside the cupboard was a certain white-haired man cramped up, barely fitting inside with the door closed. A few seconds of awkward silence let gravity take over as there was no longer a door to support him, the man slid out like an object from it’s package after removing one of the walls. Crashing into the floor on his side he let out a single cough as the woman lifted her leg to stomp him in the face. “Nice, stripes today!” he let out with a wide ass grin. The maid’s face went red as the foot was moved down and behind her instead, and with the power of a professional football (soccer) player on steroids she landed a kick in the gut of the prone man. Actually lifting him of the floor he was sent back into the cupboard, though even with the mighty quality of that which is an IKEA cupboard it fell to pieces alongside the man. Springing to his feet, makeshift wooden plates, cupboard door and shelves spread across the room from the movement. “Why did you do that?!” he shouted out holding his gut with his left hand. “You groped me! What do you think would happ*” she was broken off mid sentence. “No, that part is fine, but you broke my cupboard! Not that it was expensive but this is coming out of your pay!” Karax shouted at his maid. “Sadly, no!” she shouted out with a rather mischievous grin on her face. Taking out a laminated piece of rolled up paper from a pocket in her dress somewhere she handed it to him. “this is simply a copy, read the fine print” Karax was taken back for a second as he started reading the very, very small text on the paper. From everything on the paper there was one line that stood out. “--if it is a result of the master’s irresponsible behaviour all and any collateral damage will be replaced on the master’s own cost.” “.... how the fuck did you manage to get this on the contract?” Karax asked in disbelief. “This is not what I wrote...” he stated slightly annoyed. “No, it is not, but remember when my test-contact was over? I was given a new one to sign? Well, I took it home, scanned it and edited a few things here and there. After I signed it and took it back to you, you signed it without reading. I have the number of my lawyer if you need it” the maid stated with an almost glowing grin on her face. Simply plopping his body down into the rubble of the broken cupboard of notorious Swedish quality he read through the sentence again. “You crafty bugger...” he muttered to herself. No matter how he twisted his mind around this, since he had signed after her.... this was a legally binding contract and she was indeed right... “Well... you’re cleaning it up, at least!” he stated as his own wide and almost painful-looking smile grew back on his face. “Tomorrow we’re going shopping!” Strolling out of the room like nothing happened, small pieces of debris as well as a drawer handle fell off his clothes as he exited the door turning down the hall to his workshop. Poking a piece of metal on a wall besides the door a small spark jumped off his finger into it, a second later the sound of the lock opening could be heard as the rather simple looking door was opened Karax entered into a room decorated with tools, electrical components and computer screens. Sitting down on a fully metal chair with a short jump the momentum rolled him over to a computer with a black screen. Putting on a set of metal gauntlets he pulled out the left-pinky of the claws, showing a wire attached to it entering the indentation where the claw sat before, he pulled on the wire a few times to get some length to it before he plugged the claw into an odd looking connector on the computer itself. A few seconds later the screen turned on, a login screen showed itself but seemed to auto-fill itself as Karax moved away from it. Rolling his way over to a desk with soldering equipment and a lot of electronic components he picked up a soldering iron and started working on a large board filled with components. Even while at this other desk the computer he plugged the claw into was working on it’s own, screens upon screens of code were writing itself, schematics were drawn and it was acting like someone were there working on it. Hours later Karax put the soldering iron in it’s holder, the board he was working on was now infinitely more complex than when he started and resembled three motherboards worth of components spread on four boards which were screwed on five of the six side making up an odd cube the size of a handball. Connecting them together with a ton of colored cables, some singles, other a braid of cables ending in a plastic plug and many more. Connecting a last cable from a special power supply he flipped a switch. Nothing happened for a full minute, Karax sitting there looking at it like he had no worries at all, after which the thing he had put together started humming and glowing a dim blue from the cube in the middle. His grin grew again and it was clear that he was happy with what he had done. Kicking off from that desk he returned to the computer, the walls of code had closed down and saved, opening a software he began humming to himself as he pulled a quite thick datacable from his computer over to the cube he was working on, connected it and started a code-transfer script. It connected and calculated an hour to download. Yanking out the wire from his gauntlet into the computer the screen shut down but the computer was still working in the background as he left the room with a very satisfied expression. Meeting his maid in the hallway she had a look on her face like she couldn’t really care if he were even there or not, as long as he kept paying her. “I need you to get me some of that epoxy I tend to use, at least two kilos of it this time. Also I’m hungry!” he stated as he tapped her on the shoulder in passing, letting a static-charge discharge from him into her shoulder. Though she was somewhat used to it, it still had her jump a little. Much later that night Karax returned to his workshop, rounding the corner into the hallway taking him there he found himself taking a step that was not there, ending up falling in what looked to be a large tunnel of lights akin to what one could imagine an acid-dream. A blink of light in the distance came crashing into him at a speed faster than he could even react to, not that he could do much in mid air anyway. Finding himself with a young girl wrapped around him he would have found this much more interesting had this not just taken him from his hallway to... here. Not much time to think before a flash of light powerful enough to make the most devout sun-worshiper think himself a basement dweller leaving his room for the first time in week blinded him and it all went blank. Waking up an undefined time later he found himself in a tree, though waking up shifted his equilibrium forcing him to be acquainted with the ground with only a mid-stop due to a strong branch. Various phases of a choice selection of words reserved for such occasions left his lips as he half-heatedly got to his feet and limped around to what seemed like a clearing in the forest he was in. Almost tripping over something behind a bush he realized that the friend he made in the tunnel of lights were here as well, though she seemed to be somewhat unco*... wait... why does her ears look like wings? Karax forgot the things that had happened to him just now and squatted down besides the girl. “Heloooo~?” he asked with a low voice as he poked her shoulder, getting no reaction he moved over to poke the wing-ear. Looking like they were fastened to her ears he tried pulling one of them, only to realize that they seemed to be a part, if not her actual ears... Being dressed rather fancy she also had quite the armory with her, or at least in the sense of swords... Where she also eaten up by this portalthing? And if so, where is she from? Leaving her there for now he looked around for a few minutes, he couldn’t really see anyone or anything of interest besides a road ‘over there’ from where he thought at the time was east, at least based on the sun’s movements the last half hour. Walking back to the girl he surveyed what he had with him; Smartphone without coverage or any accessories, a pocket knife, his wiregloves and his clothes. Well... that weren't too much to work with. “Hey, girl” Karax stated as he nudged the teenage-looking girl unconscious on the ground. Waiting for a few seconds he grew tired and a mischievous grin grew on his face. He took off his gloves and fastened them to his sash, he then charged up a static charge in his right hand. “Last chance, or your butt is mine!” he stated ignoring how wrong that sounded with an underage looking girl besides him. To his glee there were no reply and he promptly lifted the armored skirt to the side and proceeded to give her butt-cheek a grab, the static charge being akin to a group of kids on a trampoline for half an hour condensed into one hand. Pretty far from actually damaging but it’d kick quite nicely, AND he got to grope someone; today was going to be an interesting day!