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thom_293 and anyone who cares to run into him! \o/
what ; Thom is getting out of Spartanhaus to stretch his legs, explore the area and use his MAGICAL JETPACK to scope out sniper vantage points. He'll also be making a brief sojourn into the junkyard to search for supplies. Feel free to catch him anywhere your character might be that's still out in
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In fact, that was what he was doing as he sat on the bench right now: messing with the device on his wrist and trying to get it to work. He still couldn't figure out how to get the pretty blue lady back up to give him more tutorials on how to operate the thing and he was beginning to grew frustrated. He muttered under his breath at it after every little adjustment he tried.
"...damn thing... can't get... how do...? ...what is that...? ...ugh."
He didn't even notice the giant armored man strolling through the area at first and it was pretty hard to miss that big of a moving object.
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However, that hyperalert paranoia failed to take certain things into account. Certain things like cowboy hats.
For a moment, it was all he could do to just stare. He'd always wanted one of those.
So it was that particular level of scrutiny that caused him to catch the man's half-mumbled words. Never let it be said that super enhanced hearing wasn't good for something.
"Hey. Need a hand with that thing?" And there he goes, sauntering closer. He kept his hands visible, because he's no stranger to the fact that he's seven feet tall and the closest human equivalency to a tank that the world has to offer.
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This guy was taller than that dark knight from the medieval period! And he looked more dangerous somehow, too. Maybe it was in the way he moved, all smooth confidence that had way more grace to it than any knight he'd seen back at the castle. Somehow that made this guy appear more serious, more likely to get the job done right the first time around.
That being noted, Billy wasn't the type to back down from trouble, even if it was bigger than him. That was probably because most anything was bigger than him at his short stature of 5'9'' and he'd learned to cope with it with ways that tended to confound his brawnier antagonists.
On the plus side for Thom, the Kid was also an avid adventure reader and was simply fascinated by the knight-like armor even if it was menacing. His eyes darted over the form quickly and he noted the open, empty hands and instantly relaxed a smidgen. He was confident he could draw his gun fast enough to get a shot off before the giant squashed him or something. He didn't know if it would do any good against the armor but he figured that glass-like visor couldn't be that strong, right? Anyway, he wasn't worried about it. He licked his lips quickly then offered a half smile.
"It'd be great to know how it worked, yeah. Thanks, dude."
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Thom glanced down at his armour. Well, yeah, he supposed it wasn't too outlandish an assumption.
"Name's Thom." He didn't bother taking a seat next to the guy, didn't want to end up accidentally punting him into low orbit. Instead, he came to a halt a short distance off and stood at easy parade rest.
"I'm probably not the best guy to do it," he continued conversationally, pulling up his HUD's integrated network interface in one corner of his visor in case he needed to walk the man through anything manually. He didn't have the instinctive flair for technological manipulation that Kat could manage in her sleep, but he was decent enough as laymen went. "Got a person in my squad that could talk circles around anything I can do, but I'll give it a shot. What all do you need to know?"
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He waved off the polite dilly-dallying with a hand and shrugged. Frankly, Kat would have probably only confused him further with her intricate knowledge. Without even knowing how good this other squad mate was with technology he knew that whatever Thom could tell him would be fine for his needs. He just needed to know what buttons to push for a few functions, not an entire lecture over programming code and operational specs.
"Got the recordin' part down fine. But I know this thing can do more, right? Just be helpful to know how to get it workin' on these other things. Ain't it got a map or something?"
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But than name was familiar. He just couldn't place how or where he knew it from. Pre-conscription? He didn't think a lot about his family, or what had happened to Jericho, but if he'd have heard the strange name anywhere it would have been there.
"... You're not famous or anything, are you?" he asked, keeping his voice casual. In the meantime, he pinged the man's wearable with the map attachment, and a set of hastily-assembled instructions on how to reach it for himself.
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He shifted his gaze to the wearable as the map popped up and he looked eagerly over it. "Whoa. This place is huge. This really all fits into, ah, one station?"
Naturally, he barely understood the concept of a 'space station' though the latter word held some meaning to him. But stations back in his day were hardly anything of this scale. The scope of this place was simply well beyond him.
He gazed up at the armored giant expectantly, friendly eyes wide and a slight upwards curl to his lips that seemed likely to never go away. This cowboy was certainly a happy fellow.
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Teasing aside, however, he had Questions to answer. "It's pretty big, but at least it's laid out in a pattern. Hard to get lost." He'd been on some stations that had spent so long being cobbled together and repaired from debris that they barely resembled anything functional, much less logical.
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"You tell me, future-man."
He glanced down at the map again and this time noticed the obvious pattern. He'd never been to a big city before--infancy didn't count, man--so he was used to one-street towns that were barely more than prospective communities in the middle of nowhere. This place could fit all the states he'd traveled to--including Texas!--into it and still have room to spare! It was a crazy lot of space to him. But at least a pattern would help. And the map more so.
"I'll keep that in mind if this little do-hickey ever stops working. 'M likin' this map function already, man."
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