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“Gespensts, you say? Like, that really old model of robot? Haven’t done much work on those, I’ll admit, but if you did something like ruin the legs, I can have it done in a flash. Now, here’s the big question…”
“…You want it done by hand, or do you wanna see Gunleon at work? ‘Cause I ain’t gonna pass up a job offer this juicy, lemme tell ya!“ And Rand just broke out his patented Heat Smile. “Now, you gotta realize that if you wanna give it an attack like that, you need to modify the machine so that it can actually handle it. Reinforced armor, stronger thruster output, maybe a blade on the toe to give your foes an extra helping of ‘Fuck You’…Aw, man, I’m raring to go now! Bring ‘er in!” Rand was grinning ear to ear at this point; Maybe if he got lucky, the guys that sent the girl to them would hire him and Mel on as mechanics! Steady income, easy work…It was a repairman like Rand’s wet dream…Well, besides doing their job.
"G-G-Gunleon is here?!”
You wanna talk wet dreams? Seeing the legendary mech in person- the one and only Gunleon- that triggered all sorts of flags with the young scientist. As a Personal Trooper enthusiast, she was always looking to make the mass produced line more successful in combat; you could go no further in terms of success when it came to the unit powered by the Sphere of the Wounded Lion. Oh, and don’t get her started on the weapon schematics either - the Riot Gia-Wrench is just leaps and bounds ahead of the Gespent line weaponry. Being able to see its capabilities first hand was mouth watering at the thought. There was just no way she was going to let an opportunity like this pass by.
“H-having it work on the Type- TT of all things... I-I’ll have the unit brought in right away!”
As she sends the ‘all clear’ sign to her men on the outside to help the employees bring in the Gespent, she turns to hyped mechanic, a flare in her eyes that matched his eagerness to begin.
“Please...! I leave the Type- TT in your capable hands! Make her stronger Mr. Travis!”
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“Well, I am good at what I do, not to brag or anything…But, anyway, I’m guessing you’re here for a repair job? Whatever it is, I can probably fix ‘er up good as new! …Considering I got the parts, obviously. Can’t really do a repair job without the parts I need.” Thankfully, Rand was more in the game than the spritely lass, grabbing his wrench and hoisting it over his shoulder like one would a sword or axe.
“I’m gonna take a guess and say…You’re new around here? Tell you what. Since you’re new, I’ll pull a discount on you. Half off on repairs sound good to you?” Rand, you realize that if Mel had been here to hear you, she’d kick your shin until it was raw.
Good thing she’s in the back with Gunleon.
"H-Half off?!” the offer catches her off guard “Goodness...! I couldn’t possibly agree to that. You run a business after all Mr. Travis, and it would be wrong of me to pay anything but top dollar for the quality of work you do. Trust me, you and your wife are the talk of the office when it comes to reliable repairs! That’s certainly no understatement either!”
Waving her hands back and forth as if to dismiss the idea, the young scientist follows the subtle lead given by the mechanic to talk more ‘business’. Sure gawking at everything is nice, but this isn’t a museum. Things need to get done- and just like the beater service had lots to do, so did she.
Repairing the Mark II Type - TT was one of those things.
“You’re right, I’m new here that’s for sure- I’m here in charge of a repair order designated for you and your company Mr. Travis.” all professional like, the cheery gal hands some blueprints and mechanical notes to the man in charge - it’s a detailed schematic of the machine resting in the trailer out back. “Are you familiar with the Gespent Personal Trooper line? If possible, we’d like some work done on the legs of the Type - TT unit. We had an accident occure during a testing session, which I’ll take the blame for I might add. The white knight is better suited for T-LINK based attacks. I should have known better than trying to add the ‘Gespent Kick’ maneuver to the thrusters when it wasn’t built for that..”
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` Aw– come on. That’s actually pretty adorable. ` He felt an unacknowledged grin form across his lips, a short lived laughter coming soon after it. It seemed like shorter people always got the ` short ` end of the stick. Oh, he was so clever. ` I always have to sit in the way back of the cinema so I don’t block people’s view. But, I can normally get pass having to show my ID at the counter. `
“Maybe- but I guess I could say the same about you huh? That’s, like, ten times more adorable.”
With that, the smile that was hiding couldn’t help but make itself known. More or less lightly laughing at the two of them complaining about their opposite ends of the spectrum, the shorter of the two looks to the other with another curiosity other than envisioning his perspective from her shoes.
“Does this fellow troubled soul have a name? I’m Rei. It’s not everyday you meet someone like you.”
At least 5 people have entered Beater Services!
“…Well, I’ll be damned! We reopen not even a couple days ago, and we just get customers piling in all at once! Hah! …Sorry, that was a joke. Get it? …Oh, whatever. Welcome to Beater Services! We got reliable service, with a smile! Name’s Rand Travis, and I can fix anything from toasters to Super Robots made for battle! So, what can I do you for, huh?”
"Looks like the doctor is finally in~” the little lass chimes cheerfully as she approaches the mechanic with gusto. “The shop, the atmosphere, you yourself Mr. Travis, it’s exactly how they described! We should have come here to do our repairs years ago- look at all the stuff we’ve been missing out on, let alone the efficiency we could of had time wise!”
The best way to describe her right now is a child in a candy store.So much that she’d more or less forgotten her manners in a sense- no introduction, no real explanation on why she’s here, just endless endless gawking at everything going on. Needless to say, the lady in white is impressed!
and forgetful.
It’s not like you have a giant armored trailer on the backside waiting to be moved into the shop or anything. Nah, just admiring Mr. Travis and everything he and his company stands for- that’s the real important thing going on. Not any of that ‘strictly business’ nonsense. No sirree~
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I don’t care if we ship, I love the idea of kids
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Pokes her again, this time a bit of a jab to her forehead instead. “Maybe there’s something wrong with you. Might want to get that checked out or something munchkin.” He knew exactly what he was doing, baiting out the monster in shorter people was never a smart thing to do, but it sure was fun. “I should probably be more careful though…don’t wanna crush you.”
While the finger was only a jab, his word choice (especially ‘munchkin’) were more along the lines of a stab that cut through her like a hot knife though butter. You see visually see the impact by the clear change of expression too- no more smiles, furrowed eyebrows, a sternness in her gaze, it’s the whole jackpot of irks and irritations. The wall she’s put up to keep calm is clearly crumbling.
"Oh~? Maybe you should stop worrying about me and get yourself checked out instead. I haven’t met someone with their head so high up in the clouds in a long long time. If you don’t watch where you’re going, ‘being crushed’ is the least of your worries. ”
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Linora sniffled, nodding her head miserably as the pain in her arm began to worsen, “Y-yeah of course… I won’t tell anyone.”
"Alright Ms. Linora, I’m going to begin. The last time I did this someone said it was painful at first... I promise the pain doesn’t last though. *ahem* well, here we go. 3...2...1...”
It’s rather sudden, but the nurse waists no time in applying what’s possibly the most painful five seconds of a broken arm’s life. A shooting pain goes from your arm to your head- your ears begin to ring, begging your conscious to stop what ever is madness is. In total it lasts about five seconds, but for those who suffered the trial of the Vale Medical Institute, it feels like so so much longer.
But then it stops.
Like a light switch, on, off. Everything’s back to normal- or at least pain wise. With any luck you can finally see this secret method of the nurse too. A mind splitting headache isn’t in the way.
If you follow the trail of the numbing feeling radiating from your broken hand, you’ll see the other hard at work, gently gliding over the area the bone is broken. Along side that, you notice the glass jar of dust has been opened, a few specs scattered on the table it sits upon. If you put one and one together, you can tell she’s done something with that- whatever it is though, it’s working. No pain~
Drawing your attention back to her, the one tending to you asks the ever rhetorical question, “Are you okay? How do you feel? Not in pain anymore right...?” That’s the semblance working. .
Circling around the small girl, he couldn’t help but let out a short chuckle at her reluctant response. “Probably lactose intolerant then aren’t ya huh?”
Intolerant my butt, I’m about as tolerant to milk as I am to you- and trust me, that’s saying a lot...!
With a raised brow, she eyes him as he circles around. Her bark and bite are ready to rumble, but she’s still trying to keep a pretty face. fighting fire with fire- or rather, ‘smart remark with another’, won’t get these two anywhere. "Might as well be- I’ve been drinking milk for years and it hasn’t helped me grow at all. The whole thing about ‘making you big and strong’? Lies”.
Credit goes to ma2_rin from twitter
[ Like this for a starter? I’m itching to write and make some new friends all the while! ]
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