"No. That's final. Go regroup with the others." Reiner replied in a stern voice, a member of his guard hesitantly walking away. A frustrated sigh emerged from the bastard's lips, his hands running through his dark hair. He hated being treated as though he needed protection at every waking moment. Still, that soldier in particular was relatively new to serving him directly. Reiner shouldn't hold it against the lad. Reiner's technologically advanced wheelchair moved forwards on its own, his hands free to fiddle with the devices in his lap.
It was nice to have some downtime like this. Him and his men had settled in a small town in a somewhat rural area of Bosco. They were only going to be here for a day or two. Just stocking up on supplies, making deals with notable merchants and earning the support of the people. Reiner had found that most of the people in the town already had a very high opinion of him. Given that it wouldn't take too much time or energy to sway just about everyone here on his side, Reiner had agreed to give himself a bit of break. Things lately had been so hectic. He had practically forgotten that he had hobbies. Speaking of hobbies, the objects that lay in his lap were his first chance to really do something fun in quite a while.
Reiner had experimented with technology just about all his life. While most of his works were based off of his grand ambitions, he quite enjoyed creating smaller things as well. Inventing little gadgets had been a pastime that never faded from his younger days. Simply thinking of some of the things he created as a young man put a smile on his face as his wheelchair passed through the fountain in the center of town.
Reiner's little gadgets often presented some practical use. He tried to make sure all of the things he made could be useful in some manner or another: not a single one of his past inventions had been made for no reason. Often it began with a question. For example, what was a good way to make chopping things into the tiniest bits possible quicker while cooking? Years ago Reiner had solved that question by creating a lacrima-powered Machine that would slice up any vegetable put into it within a manner of seconds. While something along those lines was usually around the level of things he made on his small time, the question (and answer) that Reiner worked on today was certainly a more complicated one.
Passing by the relatively tall clock tower that lay near the heart of the town, Reiner approached the marketplace. It seemed even busier now then when he and his guard arrived in town. He wouldn't be surprised if his prescience was behind it. Reiner tried his absolutely best to blend into the crowd, but a mix of being both a famous figure and sitting in a mechanized wheelchair didn't exactly lend to that kind of thing. "It's sir Reiner!" A man called out, most of the crowd now looking towards the bastard's direction. A small smile came across Reiner's face. All according to plan. "Good afternoon, everyone. I am glad to see the market so lively today." Reiner's voice effortlessly traveled throughout the marketplace. He had become very good at public speaking over the years. "I do not wish to disturb your shopping trips too long, however. I'm simply looking for a volunteer. I've been working on a device, one that has recently become ready for testing." The "device" that lay in Reiner's lap looked similar to a pair of shoes. "I'll need thrill-seekers for this one. Anyone interested can feel free to step and come talk to me."