The Technomancer

The name's Mya. If it's broke, I c'n prob'ly fix it. And that's 'bout all you need to know... Independent Roleplay Blog Multifandom, Multiverse Read all pages prior to interaction

[dannyfentonn-deactivated2015080]

"There used to it at this point now." Danny admitted, pulling her behind an alley and looking around to make sure they were alone. "I’ve been doing this for about four years now." Danny grabbed at his head again trying to shush himself of the pain. He really did get at himself harder than normal and head injuries were no foolery.

"And I’ll do my best about those questions. Though there are boundaries I have and won’t answer them. And you have to promise you won’t lie. Because yes, I am the superhero here… Kinda.”

[gearspark]

She just shrugged. "Whatever. Don't have anything to lie 'bout, really, so doubt that'll be an issue. But hell, if it'll make you feel better, I promise." She even ran a finger across her chest in an X shape. The boy probably wasn't that much younger than her, though she wasn't sure if age was even a thing ghosts had. But she couldn't help but poke a bit of fun.

"Four years, huh? Impressive. Longer than I've ever stuck to one gig. So, what made y'do it? Start helpin' the people here out with the monsters and such?"

[drusillawantstoplay]

Dru’s head turned toward the voice that spoke. “That’s for me to know and you to never find out dearie.” She stopped in front of the girl. “One might say I’m just getting to know the city better, inside and out.” The girl didn’t need to know about her reason for being down here. Especially when the sun was out but lowering to reveal the night sky.

[gearspark]

Mya could smell a lie a mile away. Too many years of telling her own, she supposed. But if the woman wanted to keep her secrets, fine. Mya couldn't care less.

"Hey, to each their own, I guess. Can't say I've got a better reason for bein' down here. Y'just might wanna steer clear of the turn two intersections from here. Dunno what got dumped, but it's foul as Hades."

[streetxcatarchive]

Immediately, Caitlyn straightened up.  She didn’t appreciate pity all too

much.  It didn’t do any good.  She was alive, wasn’t she?  Clearly she was doing something right in that she was still standing here.  Breathing.  When so easily she could be dead or in jail right then.  Holding her tongue to keep from saying something she could potentially regret, she was a bit surprised as the other went on.  It certainly was a different sort of offer than what most people gave her.

"Uh… oh… okay.  I-"

A pause.  Should she thank the other?  It seemed that she was trying to turn this into an accident more so then an honest gesture.  Confusion settled over Cat, but she wasn’t going to question it.  Food sounded great right then and her stomach loudly agreed.  Instead, she nodded her head.

[gearspark]

Mya nodded in reply, then turned on her heel, heading towards a restaurant she knew was nearby. The girl would follow; kids like her couldn't turn down a meal. Mya knew that much from personal experience.

"By the way... you got a name? Doesn't have to be your real one. Just don't wanna keep thinking of you as 'the girl'. Makes you sound like a thing."

[voicesvisionsandtimelines-deact]

"Trust me you've never met anyone like me and you never will again." Her voice went from upbeat and rambly to dark and sad.

'Lily.'

"Yes I know. I'm stuck with you."

[gearspark]

Mya just shrugged. "Well, either way. Cafe's this way." She hefted her bag onto her shoulder, and started off, not turning to see if the woman was following.

[gearspark]

[[MUN ANNOUNCEMENT]]

Apologies for being here approximately never at the moment. I'm currently in the process of moving, and my life has been a bit hectic as such. 

I will be back on this blog, as soon as I can, but activity will be sparse to non-existent between now and June 20th. Once I'm settled and stuff, I'll get back into it, do the drafts and starters that I owe, etc etc. But until then, I just don't have the time.

Thanks for your patience, and see you all on the flipside!

[gearspark]

Munday Ooc Questions

1: Why did you start role playing?

2: What made you choose your muse?

3: Is there anything challenging about writing your muse?

4: Is there anything enjoyable about writing your muse?

5: What has been your favourite thread?

6: Do you have any roleplaying pet peeves?

7: What is your preferred roleplaying style and why? (semi para/para/mirror etc)

8: If you knew your muse in RL would you be friends or enemies?

9: Is there a certain writing style or colloquialisms you have to use for you muse that changes from your own?

10: Have you picked up any of your muses habits

11: [Canon] Is your character major/minor and did this have any influence in your decision to play them?

12: [Canon] Do you feel you stick to canon characteristics of your muse?

13: [Canon] Did you make any changes to your muses timeline/background?

14: [Canon] Was there anything that made this muse difficult to work with ,i.e canon death/canon location?

15: [Canon] Do you play/interact with the canon character differently now that you roleplay them?

16: [OC] What gave you the inspiration for your muse?

17: [OC] What made you choose their faceclaim/appearance?

18: [OC] Was their background decided from the start or developed over time?

19: [OC] Does your character have any canon routes or is their background self created?

20: [OC] How did you choose their name?

[voicesvisionsandtimelines-deact]

"Thank you. Does this cafe have cookies? That’s really the only food I eat thanks to Mint. Otherwise I don’t eat, don’t need it so why?"  Rambling again. She did that too often.

" Maybe if I like you I can tell you why I sound half-mad." 

[gearspark]

Mya raised an eyebrow, studying the other woman skeptically for a moment. But hey, to each their own. "Yep. Couple different kinds. Sure there's something you'll like. C'mon, s'this way." She turned her back on the woman, starting off in the direction of the little shop.

She couldn't help but smirk at the 'ahlf-mad' statement. "Whatever floats your boat. Can't say I've met anyone quite like you b'fore, but there's some gems among the mechanics here 'swell. Too many clonks on the head, in that case."

[cobolskies-deactivated20140923]

Letting go of the keys, Carla let out a small sigh. The man that she bought the car from was a capable mechanic, but he just didn’t give a damn about how well cars that he sold worked. He followed the old saying: out of sight, out of mind. “It makes this clunking noise an’ then steam comes off of tha hood.” she told Mya.

She was more used to driving her 1982 Chevy C/K pickup truck. It was newer, so it rarely broke down, but it did have its moments. Maybe her parents would buy her a new truck for her birthday.. “It gets annoying after a while.” she added.

"So, where are ya from?" 

[gearspark]

Mya popped open the car hood, peering inside curiously. Her expression quickly turned to one of confusion, then concern. She reached into her messenger bag, pulling out a flashlight, and continued her examination, the furrow between her eyebrows deepening with each second. "I believe it. Heck, I'm surprised the poor girl hasn' completely choked on you."

She glanced up at the personal question. "Uh... outta town. Traveled a bunch with my dad as a kid, so not really from anywhere. Why?"

[streetxcatarchive]

When she had spotted the woman, she had paused.  Though her footsteps

had been quiet and carefully placed, it didn’t hide the fact that she was still visible despite the constant wish to sometimes be otherwise.  So when the other spoke to her, Caitlyn wasn’t surprised.  It would be too lucky of a day to just be able to get by places unseen.  The irony was always that she was found whenever she hadn’t done anything wrong.  It had been a bad week to perform heists.  Her pickpocketing had resulted in little to nothing and no opportunities to get a good meal had presented itself.  So she was looking to get to another part of town on the hopes she could hide from the people who had almost caught her recently, as well as she get some chances at something to eat.

"Where… where can I go?" she finally asked, not sure exactly where she was to begin with.

[gearspark]

A look of pity flashed across Mya's face for a moment. Part of her wanted to take the girl to her small apartment, get her a bath and a proper meal, and try to figure things out from there. But she knew that the girl would never go for it. Nor could she really take in a street kid, no matter how much she wanted to. But she could do something at least.

"I don't know. That's up to you. But I was on my way to get lunch, since they won't need me at the construction site today. If you happen to follow, and order something while I'm not paying attention, I might happen to pay for it on accident."

[dannyfentonn-deactivated2015080]

He nodded and flew out, waiting for her to follow. He didn’t bother going through. In fact, he just didn’t think so much about intangibility all that much unless it was an immediate reaction.

"You’re right. I don’t have to tag along. But I still have questions myself now. I’m kind of the protector of this place so it’s only natural for me to be weary of you."

Another pause before a small frown on his face.

"And yeah. I am in high schoo— I mean… You know. If I was alive I would be. But ghost kids in school don’t usually mesh well." Danny internally groaned. His head was still hurting and he tried to fight off the pain. Plus the earlier electric shock wasn’t anything pleasant either. He hated that burning sting of metalics. But, it was nothing a good nights rest couldn’t fix. Though he would still have to explain to his parents yet again why he came home with bruises.

[gearspark]

"Protector, huh? Like some kind of superhero?" Mya asked, smirking at him. There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but also genuine curiosity. "How 'bout this. I'll answer one question for each of mine you'll answer. Deal?" It felt like a win-win situation to her.

She nodded at his statement about the school. "Makes sense. I mean, based on how everyone freaked in the burger place. Floaty glowy kids'd prob'ly stick out like a sore thumb." 

[theextrahouse]

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[gearspark]

huntressvaleriegray

Mya glanced up in surprise as she heard something fly overhead. Planes and helicopters, she was used to, but this was something else. An unfamiliar sound. And, apparently, caused by some kind of flying surfboard. Her eyes widened in delight, entirely missing the rest of the situation as she tracked it with her gaze, starting to run in the same direction as the board and its rider.

[gearspark]

primarywings

Colors. They fascinated the girl, in part because they were so rare. It was like the mechanics that she was always messing with. The different was that machinery, she could touch, interact with, explore. Color, she couldn't. And so she was surprised when she noticed him for the first time. He had... color. Not much, but it was there. His eyes were like jewels in the monochrome world. Or at least, what she assumed jewels were like.

"Hello?"

[dannyfentonn-deactivated2015080]

"And now you want me to go with you?! Man girls don’t make sense!” He commented. picking up the card. Though she was right about one thing. People would come back in. Including the Guys in White. Not the police, but a hell of a lot deadlier to him.

"But it’s a better idea than letting the government have their fun with me again."  He nodded, shuffling her card into one of the inside pockets of his suit, stretching the logo on his top half ever so slightly before resting his hands back down and floating after her.

"Just promise me you won’t zap me again. I really. Really hate electricity.”

[gearspark]

Every word that came out of the boy's mouth made the mechanic more curious. Though she had to roll her eyes at the 'girls don't make sense' comment. "What are you, in high school or something? You don't have to tag 'long. Just didn't make sense to me for either of us to stick around there. Excuse me for makin' sense."

She gave him a smile, crossing her heart in a very childish way. "Promise. Y'don't seem to be a threat, anymore, so shootin' you would just be mean." She pulled open the restaurant door, making an exaggerated "after you" gesture. Though she doubted he even had to use the door, given the whole going through the wall thing he'd done earlier. 

[bloodredmarksman-deactivated201]

"Ok…get your terminology right. I’m not a soldier. I’m a sniper. Huge difference." Well…depending on your definition of what a solider was it could be an accurate word. "When I come back that gun better be fixed." Without saying anything else, Jaxon left the building.

He returned the next day, still as irritable as ever, demanding his gun back.

[gearspark]

A very disheveled Mya poked her head out from the back room of her little workshop. She peered at him bleerily, trying to place him. "Oh, right. Grumpy sniper boy. Gimme a minute."

Several gunshots later, she reemerged, carrying his weapon and setting it gently on the counter. "She works again. And I took the liberty of reinforcing some of the parts, so she shouldn't get too banged up from your neglect this time. Just sign here, and she's all yours. If y'wanna test it, I've got some targets out back."

[gearspark]

streetxcat

"Look, kid, you can't be here." Mya said, catching sight of the child hidden in the shadows. Her expression was emotionless, though her voice betrayed a bit of the recognition and sorrow she felt, as the girl reminded her of times long ago. "There's gonna be a bunch of people here soon, since the water main broke not too far."

[dannyfentonn-deactivated2015080]

Danny pulled back he thermos and kept it to himself. “None of your business.” He stated childishly.

"And I don’t buy your whole ‘ghosts don’t exist’ thing. If that’s true why are you in Amity, with weapons, and interested in me? Sounds like a ghost hunter if I do say so myself.” Danny sported another quick glance through the Nasty Burger, just to be safe and to make sure she hadn’t brought another friend of hers with her to get him down. Seriously. This chick was nuts to think he didn’t believe she was after him. That’s all Amity Park was famous for nowadays.

[gearspark]

"You've got a heck of an ego, kid, if y'think I'm here because of you." She pulled a business card out of her pocket, flicking it in his direction. "I'm a mechanic. I fix stuff. The gun's because a lot of guys in my field don't think I'm here to do my job. Just happens to work on the unusual as well."

She stood again, glancing around the restaurant curiously. "Dunno what you're looking for, but my figuring is that the police'll probably be here soon 'nough, and I'd rather not be here when they arrive. They might get the wrong idea."  She grabbed an abandoned bag of fast food off a table as she headed towards the door. "Y'coming, or you gonna float around here s'more?"