[Oh, don't feel too bad Ray. It isn't particularly hard to miss the kid with him crouching and looking around at the bottom shelves. He gives a gruff little sound of pain as the cart collides, and immediately glares at the man.]
Yeah? Maybe you ought to get your eyes checked then.
Maybe. I only wear glasses for reading; maybe I should take the next step and upgrade. [he gives a little apologetic smile, then crouches down to offer Pokey a hand.] What're doing down there for anyway?
Pliers, huh? [strange, he doesn't look like the kind of kid who'd need something like that, but who's Ray to judge anyway? when he was 10, he spent his time taking apart remote-controlled cars to see how they worked.
looking back over at his shopping cart, he digs around inside until he comes up with the pair he found an aisle or so back.]
[he looks from them to Pokey, shrugging, then hands them to the kid.] Keep 'em. They're not exactly in short supply.
[and yes, it is pretty amazing, isn't it? he looks quite pleased with himself but also a tad awkward, running a hand through his hair as he considers the huge pile of appliances.]
Er, well, it's not the toasters themselves that I want; it's what's inside of them. When you strip them down, the wiring and motherboards can be used multiple times for other things.
[Doesn't mind if he does, thanks. He'll wait til Ray turns around or turns his head some to slip them in his pocket, because like hell he's paying for them.]
Yeah, I kinda got that you were scavenging, unless you were making toast for an army or something.
[you know...he hasn't quite thought about it yet! maybe when he gets the necessary parts it'll be easier to come to a conclusion, but for now, he's taking chances.]
Hm, well... Definitely some of my old gear from back home. I have a pair of goggles that detects the source of any psychokinetic energy in an area. I'd love to rebuild those. [he sighs, a little glum.] It's not like I have the proper tools for anything more advanced.
[he tilts his head a little in Pokey's direction.] What about you? This isn't exactly the most entertaining place for kids to hang out at.
Really? So you use it to detect psychics then, or what?
[Pokey shrugs a little, head rolling in boredom to the side.]
'Bout as exciting as anywhere else in this hole. Mainly getting new tools and seeing if they have anything in stock I can scavenge for parts for my mech.
Ghosts, actually. [SAID LIKE IT'S THE MOST NORMAL THING EVER.] But if there's an immense amount of psychic energy in the area, it'll pick up on that, too. Really useful, especially in a place like that.
[the enthusiasm that was building on Ray's face falls, too.]
Oh, gee. That sounds tough. [fortunately for Pokey, it doesn't occur to him that that person might have had good reason to blow it up, though.] Where has it taken the most damage? If it's just some structural damage, it might not be that difficult to fix.
...All over. Structure and interior. The guy attacked it with lightning magic.
There's a guy calling himself Black Mage on Partridge Street. He dresses in dark blue and black, smells like yak vomit, and is evil to a stupid degree.
[this is just getting better and better, ain't it?] Sounds like a real piece of work. It doesn't matter how special you are - nobody should abuse their power like that.
[and it's especially awful that a little kid was the target of such an attack, but to his credit, Pokey doesn't seem like any ordinary one. that much is painfully apparent.]
Hm... [his brow furrows a little. when he woke up this morning, he found a pair of blue coveralls in the closet, so unless he's mistaken -] A friend of mine who's stuck here works as a mechanic downtown, and I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to have the same job, too. Maybe we can do something to help.
[a big grin spreads across his face.] Awesome! I've never worked on a robot before, but I can't imagine that it's any more difficult that fiddling around with particle accelerators.
Yeah? Maybe you ought to get your eyes checked then.
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Yeah, maybe it's a sign or something.
I was seeing if there was anything decent on the bottom shelves, and then a pair of pliers I was thinking about getting slid under the stupid thing.
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looking back over at his shopping cart, he digs around inside until he comes up with the pair he found an aisle or so back.]
Like these?
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Yeah, like those.
[And then? Just noticing the amazing amount of crap you have in your cart, Ray.]
What're you making that you need that many toasters for?
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[and yes, it is pretty amazing, isn't it? he looks quite pleased with himself but also a tad awkward, running a hand through his hair as he considers the huge pile of appliances.]
Er, well, it's not the toasters themselves that I want; it's what's inside of them. When you strip them down, the wiring and motherboards can be used multiple times for other things.
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Yeah, I kinda got that you were scavenging, unless you were making toast for an army or something.
What are you making out of them?
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Hm, well... Definitely some of my old gear from back home. I have a pair of goggles that detects the source of any psychokinetic energy in an area. I'd love to rebuild those. [he sighs, a little glum.] It's not like I have the proper tools for anything more advanced.
[he tilts his head a little in Pokey's direction.] What about you? This isn't exactly the most entertaining place for kids to hang out at.
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[Pokey shrugs a little, head rolling in boredom to the side.]
'Bout as exciting as anywhere else in this hole. Mainly getting new tools and seeing if they have anything in stock I can scavenge for parts for my mech.
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[uh oh.] Mech? Like - an actual robot?
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[Psychics are more common, but hey, there are ghosts and other weird crap in his world so why not.
He smiles a little bit at the reaction.]
Yep. I need to repair her after some tool decided to blow her up.
[And his smile noticeably leaves when he gets to that part.]
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Oh, gee. That sounds tough. [fortunately for Pokey, it doesn't occur to him that that person might have had good reason to blow it up, though.] Where has it taken the most damage? If it's just some structural damage, it might not be that difficult to fix.
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There's a guy calling himself Black Mage on Partridge Street. He dresses in dark blue and black, smells like yak vomit, and is evil to a stupid degree.
Just FYI.
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[and it's especially awful that a little kid was the target of such an attack, but to his credit, Pokey doesn't seem like any ordinary one. that much is painfully apparent.]
Hm... [his brow furrows a little. when he woke up this morning, he found a pair of blue coveralls in the closet, so unless he's mistaken -] A friend of mine who's stuck here works as a mechanic downtown, and I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to have the same job, too. Maybe we can do something to help.
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[Not that he's one to talk. It took him about a year to learn that lesson himself.]
...If you're offering, thanks I guess. I'll take whatever I can get.
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What's your name anyway? I'm Ray.
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