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[angelkaja]

RP: Safe Cracking 101

In which Lennart finds something

Starring: Lennart, Dickie

* Lennart smiles broadly, tilting his head from side to side as he inches open the Facilitator’s Office door more, stepping inside finally after thorough scoping it out. He folds his arms, checking the piles of papers and half-built prototypes around the room*

<Lennart> Ohoh… quite a well-used workplace… I approve…

* Lennart lifts a small, barely-finished piece of metal from the wooden surface, examining it with a furrowed brow*

* Dickie follows the older man falteringly. His voice is a whisper, muffled beneath the ragged folds of his cloak.*

<Dickie> Mr. Pengersen Sir… It isn’t usual…

* Dickie clears his throat softly*

<Dickie> Perhaps we ought to - ah, ha, only - The Facilitator sir… The manual is PARTICULARLY clear on the matter…

* Dickie glances around the dimly lit room. It is cold, and bare rebar shows in the crumbled ceiling. The sound of soft dripping is about them.*

<Dickie> If we’re caught we’ll be - You know, Sir. Hung.

* Lennart pauses, setting the prototype down. One of his eyebrows quirks mirthfully, and his smile reforms*

<Lennart> My boy… I know you were somewhat behind from the ship, but did you think that blowtorched hole in the blast-doors was some sort of accident? We are here to… gather resources, my friend… ahah…!

<Dickie> Oh. I see.

* Dickie smiles uneasily*

<Dickie> FAC 314 was h - handsomely financed, Sir.

* Lennart chuckles, rubbing his large hands together. He looks around, lifting papers and opening drawers*

<Lennart> Ah, then plenty to borrow! AHAH!

* Lennart laughs loud, the booming laughter echoing across the tiny, messy office*

* Dickie gathers his cloak in his hands, and steps around the warped, folded metal of the damaged walls, over fallen ceiling tiles, and stacked paperwork. He speaks softly, and reverently.*

<Dickie> We could hear the machine speaking, Sir. Telling its fortunes. Why slash Enn. One kind word can change a person’s day for the better. All day. And all night.

* Dickie regards Lennart. He repositions his spectacles*

<Dickie> Asking if the Warden cared for a game of Solitaire.

* Dickie swallows, and coughs lightly. His laugh is hollow.*

<Dickie> Ah ha. But, of course, a gallant highwayman is ah - ever unafraid!

* Lennart blinks, his gaze following Dickie for a long while, remaining silent, lips slightly parted. He begins to speak when his attention drifts to just beyond his companion’s shoulder. He walks forward, pushing Dickie gently aside, and shifting a paper taped to the wall. Beyond is a small dial, set into the metal surface*

<Lennart> Ahhh.. HAH!

* Lennart thumps his hand down into Dickie’s shoulder, smiling widely at him*

* Dickie is rocked by the hand. He half staggers, and resits his glasses on his face.*

<Dickie> Ah, Mr. Pengersen, Sir?

* Lennart chuckles, tearing down the paper, some sort of mechanism design, and poking the wall behind it*

<Lennart> Sssh… a safe, m’boy…

* Lennart can barely hide his glee as he fumbles in his collar, withdrawing several small devices from compartments within. He slots earpieces in, and begins toying with the small sensors, flicking the dial away casually*

<Lennart> Mmm… such excitement… such anticipation!

* Dickie’s eyes grow wide with mischief, and he glances behind them, to the open door, and back again to Lennart. His smile is thin and he is exhilarated.*

<Dickie> Priceless heirlooms, Sir. Requisition them - with utmost swiftness!

* Lennart chuckles, shaking his head. He motions for Dickie to join him, crouched at head-height to the dial of the safe, as he works*

<Lennart> Yes, yes… Oh, for the impatience of the young… how much I’d get done! Ahaha! Come here, my little friend, we’ll see if there’s some safecracker beneath that gentlemanly visage, oho…

* Dickie comes to his side, attentive, adjusting his spectacles*

<Dickie> I have one question Sir.

* Lennart pops one of the small, somewhat-worn earbuds out, looking over, head tilted*

<Lennart> Well, no time like the present, ahah…! Fire away, metaphorically of course...

<Dickie> … What IS Solitaire, Sir?

* Lennart blinks, somewhat taken-aback*

<Lennart> I… well, it is a card game… played solitarily… Oddly enough, oho…

* Lennart finally regains his composure, having been left teetering on the edge of laughter*

<Lennart> Aha… hah… Any further questions before we return to the lesson?

* Lennart chuckles*

* Dickie smiles, following the other man’s expression*

<Dickie> None Sir.

* Lennart offers one of the tiny, worn earbuds, the small device dwarfed further by his large palm*

<Lennart> Here…

* Dickie takes the device, and places it in his ear to listen. The Facility around them creaks and settles. His face is expressionless and intent.*

<Dickie> I hear nothing, Sir.

* Lennart shakes his head, beginning to turn the dial. As he does, the soft clicking is amplified in the small earpierce. His small smiles widens, and he continues to turn*

<Lennart> Sssh… listen for… an… ah… off-click, is what my... Hm... First employer, called it…

* Lennart voice is a subdued, rumbling half-whisper as he works*

<Dickie> … There, Mr. Pengersen. I thought I - perhaps I was mistaken, but, ah… The faintest…

* Lennart pauses, running the dial back a few notches, then nodding quickly in confirmation*

<Lennart> Ah, good, m’boy! Either my ears grow dull or you’re a natural!

* Lennart thick eyebrows quirk*

<Lennart> Perhaps both, AHAH!

* Lennart booming laugh echoes unhelpfully through the earpiece*

<Dickie> Listen for Victory, Sir!

* Dickie returns to his intense analysis of the clicks, breath held. A few moments pass, the other man turning the dial with the same slow, rhythmic precision of a second hand on a clockface*

<Dickie> AH! Sir! Two, Sir!

* Lennart nods, smiling broadly*

<Lennart> Good, good!

* Lennart blinks, pausing for a long second*

<Lennart> Ah… hm.

* Lennart shunts his large shoulder into the thick safe door, which finally judders open, Lennart clapping his hands softly*

<Lennart> AHAH! Ah… victory, correct m’boy?

* Lennart ruffles the younger thief’s hair in a rewarding and commiserating fashion*

<Dickie> Oh, well done Mr. Pengersen! And yes, quite so, Sir!

* Dickie stands, and loudly proclaims*

<Dickie> IN TIMES OF NATIONAL STRIFE ARTS, MUSIC, LITERATURE AND POPULAR BROADCASTS CAN BE - ah - used to - INVIGORATE COMFORT AND INSPIRE! Listen for Victory!

* Lennart blinks, nodding slowly*

<Lennart> Ah… well… hah. Good to hear, m’boy!

* Lennart smiles broadly, looking up from flicking through the papers from within the safe, examining the much more complete-looking device that previously sat upon them*

<Lennart> Ohoh! And our prize! The… ah… facility’s completed research..!

*Dickie stares at the gathering of wire and pieced metal*

<Dickie> Is it - is it a microphone, Sir? The parabolic reflector -

*Lennart thumbs the next page open, shaking his head slowly as his smile grows wider*

<Lennart> No… oho…! Much more valuable…!

*He looks up, before freezing, one eyebrow cocked*

<Lennart> Ah… Dickie, my boy… the uh… computer… the… AI? It has… begun humming…

*Lennart turns, attempting to stumble upright as the large computer dominating much of the far wall begins to activate, lights pinpricking the metal surface*

[angelkaja]

RP: Cracking The Shell

In which a hole is cut in a door

Starring: Lennart, Will, RedKite, Corus

[22:31:19] * Lennart shimmies down the rope-ladder hanging off the deck of the Adenydd Coch, a wide grin on his face. He thumps down into the mud below, and wanders off to the side, looking upward, his hand across his brow to watch his co-conspirators descend* [22:31:44] <Lennart> Come on now, it's not that far downward, AhaHA! [22:32:36] * Will lands with a heavy thump* [22:32:56] <Will> Ah! Solid ground at last [22:33:18] * Lennart chuckles, stroking his beard* [22:33:26] <Lennart> Gain a head for heights, young engineer, oho... [22:33:51] * Corus looks down apprehensively, and then slowly creeps down the ladder, not looking down, and drops to the ground roughly* [22:36:45] * RedKite confidently spins the ship's wheel, a cheerful Sparks perched on her shoulder. Now, confident the Adenydd is suitably docked, she quickly checks the burners and turns down the flames.* [22:39:37] * RedKite checks the tightness of the rigging as the Adenydd slowly lowers in the air. She looks over the side, grinning as she does so.* [22:40:28] * Will looks up at the slowly descending ship and asks* Any reason why we didn't wait a bit longer before jumping ship? [22:40:50] * Lennart smiles wide, giving a hearty stretch* [22:41:32] <Lennart> Time is money, my boy, have faith..! Ahah! [22:41:51] * Will looks around to get his bearings* [22:42:05] <Will> I think I saw the facility in that direction [22:42:24] * Lennart ruffles his hair, gesturing onward* [22:42:33] <Lennart> Then scout out the score, m'boy! [22:43:10] <RedKite> Hey, wait a second, pobl! Can't have you guys wandering too far from the ship. [22:43:55] * Lennart smiles upward, waving lazily* [22:44:03] <Lennart> Might make heisting difficult, ohoh..! [22:46:03] * RedKite whistles brightly and Sparks takes off from her shoulder. He speeds quickly down towards the group, circling around Lennart. The little bird appears to be modified, a large speaker now embedded in his breast.* [22:47:24] * Lennart's grey eyebrow twitches, and he gives a casual whistle to the small construct* [22:49:31] * RedKite's little bird companion hovers a little in the air before landing on Lennart's shoulder. Instead of a sharp, tuneful whistle, Sparks lets out a hiss of radio static.* [22:53:11] * RedKite reveals a radio receiver from her back pocket and grins slyly. As she speaks, Sparks' head tilts curiously and his beak flaps in time.* [22:54:36] <RedKite> In built mobile communication system. Two way channel straight to the Adenydd. Handy, huh? [22:54:56] * Lennart smiles wide, tickling Sparks' chin* [22:55:02] <Lennart> Just lovely, oho... [22:55:14] * Will starts walking towards their objective before suddenly stopping* [22:55:47] <Will> Oh! I forgot to mention! Watch out for spike traps... The Doc didn't much care for visitors... [22:56:51] * Corus takes a wobbly step towards Will, before stopping short* Spike traps? Geez, what's with all the security? [22:59:09] * RedKite sighs from her microphone, Sparks' head tilting.* They were hiding somethin'. Somethin' big. Something valuable. [22:59:52] * Lennart rubs his gloved hands together, following Will up the slight slope towards the facility* [23:00:01] <Lennart> ...Which is why we're here..! [23:00:54] * Will stands at the top of the slope and points down to the ruined entrance below* [23:01:16] <Will> Here it is! State facility number... er... I forget... [23:01:23] <Will> Also known as PiTec [23:01:37] <Will> Or what's left of it [23:02:08] * Lennart chuckles, offering his hand to Corus, to help through the mud* [23:02:15] <Lennart> Pictureque, no? Oho! [23:02:34] <Corus stumbles briefly, grabbing Lennart's wrist* Oh geez, this is ridiculous... [23:03:10] * Lennart laughs loud, holding still, allowing Corus to use him for purchase* [23:03:19] <Lennart> Hurry up, young one? *he teases gently* [23:04:32] * Corus manages, with Lennart's help, to climb up to stand next to Will, staring down at PiTec's ruins* Not to sound like a broken record...but oh GEEZ. Didn't think it'd be this bad. [23:06:05] * RedKite recoils back at the ship's deck as a loud feedback drone comes through the microphone. She mutters.* Bobl bach, Len... watch the volume, mun! [23:06:36] * Lennart blinks, rubbing his nose* Hahah, my apologies... [23:07:02] * Lennart sits on his haunches, examining the entrance below them* [23:07:07] * Will coughs and continues* If its anything like the previous facility I was employed at, the doors will be on lock down. The plus side however means that the damage should be mostly limited to the upper levels [23:07:27] <Lennart> Well, shall we try and pop the doors open then, my friends? [23:08:35] <Corus> Hold on a sec - if the place is on lockdown, if we pry open the doors, I bet you we sound every alarm in the area. [23:09:05] * Will Looks around* I doubt there's anyone left nearby who'll mind [23:09:36] <Will> There was a village nearby but it was evacuated [23:13:27] <RedKite> Huh... If the security's anything to go by, I'm with the Core ferch on this. Careful, pobl. *Sparks moves his leather wings uneasily on Lennart's shoulder* [23:14:17] * Lennart smiles, crouching, padding down the slight slope, petting the small metal bird with one large finger* [23:14:49] <Lennart> Are you two coming with me, or should I crack this myself? Ahah! [23:15:10] * Lennart leans against one of the large metal blast doors, giving a casual knock* [23:15:33] <Will> Only ghosts will answer [23:16:54] * Corus skids down the slope, gracefully knocking into the metal shell* You're gonna need more than a knock to crack /that/ nut, Mr Pengerson. [23:17:35] * Lennart chuckles, gesturing, ever-so-gentlemanly* [23:17:52] <Lennart> Well, that would be why I gave you the blowtorch, my young friend, ahah... [23:21:02] * RedKite's little bird companion takes off from Lennart's shoulder in preparation for the blowtorch. Sparks slowly circles around the space, before hovering close to Lennart.* [23:21:58] * Corus smiles, withdrawing the blowtorch from her pack and giving it a quick experimental puff* It's different from my usual model, but let's see how it handles... [23:23:39] * Corus slots her tinted goggles onto her face, and begins to attack the door with the blow torch, silent as it hisses through the metal* [23:24:13] * Will turns to Lennart* alright then, so what kind of equipment are we looking for? Or is it the if it's not bolted down policy? [23:25:06] * Lennart smiles wide, tapping the door* [23:25:16] <Lennart> Shall we start with getting in, m'boy? [23:26:37] * Corus extinguishes the flame and lifts her goggles to observe her work: a red-hot rectangle on the door* Uh Will? Could you give this a shove? *She gestures to the shape she's cut* [23:27:11] * Will walks over to the door, raises his foot and gives an almighty kick* [23:27:28] <Lennart claps, smiling wide* [23:27:37] <Lennart> Ah, bravo! Aha! [23:27:50] * Lennart chuckles as the door crumples before Will eventually* [23:28:29] <Will> After you boss [23:29:16] * Lennart smiles, ducking his head to step into the dark, empty facility* [23:29:22] <Lennart> Mmm... Progress...

[angelkaja]

RP: Heist Stakes

In which Will has a plan

Starring: Lennart, Will, Corus, RedKite

[21:45:03] * Lennart stands behind the bar at the Rust Bucket, looming over the others gathered. He sets down a glass for each present, fills each clear vessel with a dark brandy*

[21:45:34] <Lennart> Hah! Always a good way to begin business, mm? *He smiles wide, lifting his glass from the wooden surface*

[21:46:12] * Will takes a glass, carefully sniffing the liquid inside*

[21:48:07] * RedKite grins as she looks up from a mass of burner parts. She quickly takes a gulp before returning to her work, Sparks chirping anxiously at her shoulder.*

[21:49:11] * Corus looks down at the drink in front of her and lifts it, sniffing it briefly before setting it back down with a grimace.*

[21:51:12] * Lennart looks between them slowly, sipping his drink*

[21:51:36] <Lennart> Well, our... good friend mister Will has a business proposal... Of sorts.

[21:51:52] * Lennart chuckles, showing a few teeth*

[21:52:01] <Lennart> I do love a business proposal, ahah!

[21:53:07] * Will places his glass back down and clears his throat*

[21:53:46] <Will> Right- *he says somewhat squeakily and quickly coughs* Right.

[21:55:07] <Will> In my former life as machinist for the Castle Crew, we made some acquaintances with the State

[21:56:02] <Will> Their tech isn't great but it has potential in terms of components

[21:57:13] <Will> Now... I may know of a State facility that finds itself without need of its tech

[21:58:15] <Will> I say we... liberate it

[21:58:55] * Lennart smiles wide, reaching over to ruffle Will's hair*

[21:59:04] <Lennart> I knew you'd fit in well here m'boy! Ahaah!

[22:00:52] * RedKite looks over to the two gentlemen, an eyebrow raised incredulously before shaking her head and taking a second gulp of brandy*

[22:03:07] * Corus flicks her glass with a loud ping, squinting at the people in front of her* You mean... we're going to break into a place?*

[22:04:06] <Will> Is it breaking in if there's no door?

[22:04:38] * Lennart smiles softly, pouring Corus something a little smoother*

[22:04:58] <Lennart> If they're not using it, I see no reason why they should keep such a stringent hold on such technology, oho..

[22:07:22] * Corus shrugs*

[22:07:23] <Corus> Fair enough, it's just I associate the word 'facility' with 'danger.' Just the way I was brought up, I guess.

[22:09:56] * RedKite gives a side glance over to Will*

[22:10:58] <RedKite> You say there's no door? So... how d'you plan on gettin' in to this facility, then?

[22:11:38] <Will> Well... it was kind of... *coughs* bombed...

[22:11:53] * Lennart frowns slightly* Mm..?

[22:12:01] <Will> There ought to be plenty of entrances

[22:13:17] <Corus> Bombed?! Why the- *She pauses*

[22:13:18] <Corus> Actually, I don't want to know...

[22:14:31] <Will> We had to evacuate in a hurry... however I doubt the bombs damaged the lower levels

[22:15:51] * Lennart strokes his beard softly, looking between them*

[22:16:13] <Lennart> Hrrm... bomb-damaged might be a risk... Your thoughts..?

[22:16:21] * Lennart chuckles*

[22:16:33] <Lennart> I'm always willing to risk for an investment...!

[22:19:47] * RedKite looks back at the pile of burner parts on the table in front of her, taking a third, slightly larger gulp from her brandy glass*

[22:20:22] <RedKite> Well, that's... reassuring.

[22:21:38] <Will> Any other questions?

[22:23:16] * RedKite slams down her brandy glass, spilling a little onto the table. Sparks jumps from Red's shoulder in shock.*

[22:24:31] <RedKite> One. Sut yn Hell are you thinking of getting the stuff out?

[22:25:21] <Will> Huh what?

[22:30:07] * RedKite sighs, while Sparks returns to her shoulder with a series of short whistles.*

[22:30:53] <RedKite> It's a crater, right? And there's lower levels, right? How are you going to get the stuff out of the lower levels?

[22:31:47] <Will> The old fashioned way... with our hands... Getting it back to the Border, though...

[22:34:15] * RedKite shakes her head incredulously and downs her brandy in a single gulp. She gives Sparks a sideways glance, who chirps curiously.*

[22:34:46] * Lennart smiles, raising an eyebrow*

[22:35:07] <Lennart> Will your... modifications be done by then, young lady? *He chuckles*

[22:36:41] * RedKite allows herself to grin at the businessman, Sparks whistling cheerfully*

[22:38:23] <RedKite> Should be. Her hull still needs reinforcin' but if I had a better idea of how much she'll be taking, I can get her fixed in no time.

[22:38:40] * Lennart chuckles, the bar rumbling*

[22:39:01] <Lennart> We have not much idea what this place could hold, I'm afraid...! Ahaha!

[22:41:03] <Will> Hopefully enough, depends on how picky we are

[22:42:57] <Corus> Well what kind of stuff are we looking for? You mentioned this 'State-tech' stuff, right?

[22:43:39] <Will> Machines, computers, lab equipment...

[22:44:10] <Will> Power conduit

[22:44:59] * Lennart pours Red another drink*

[22:45:09] <Lennart> The radio tower needs a booster or two, oho...

[22:45:55] * Corus nods thoughtfully* Could salvage some information from the computers too - blueprints or whatever they had there...

[22:46:23] * RedKite nods graciously at Lennart before taking a hasty sip and leaning back in her chair*

[22:50:03] <Will> So... what are your thoughts?

[22:51:44] * Lennart leans forward, showing a crooked grin*

[22:51:51] <Lennart> Oh, I'm definitely in, ahaha..!

[22:52:46] * RedKite shares a confused glance with Sparks before looking over to Will*

[22:53:34] <RedKite> Get me a map, a third burner and some whisky and the Adenydd is yours.

[22:55:27] * Corus clasps her gloved hands together, grinning slightly* Count me in.

[22:57:05] <Will> Looks like we've got a crew.

[angelkaja]

RP: And This And This And This

In which Dickie has more spoils for Lennart

Starring: Lennart, Dickie

[14:07:24] * It's a dim night, punctuated only by a few hazy spotlights that dot the Border Machinists' compound. A few muted tones of jazz echo from the small house at the centre. [14:08:59] * Lennart sits idly at his desk, a large design spreading across the wooden surface. [14:09:15] * Lennart gives an irritated hum, casting aside the mechanical pencil* Oh, be done with it... [14:09:43] <Lennart> Perhaps... hah... Some whiskey? *He stands, stepping downstairs, humming along softly. [14:10:41] * There comes a small, shy, neat tapping at the door, and a faint clearing of a throat. [14:11:25] * Lennart turns, a glass half-filled on the counter. He steps through, opening the door suddenly [14:11:51] <Lennart> Ah, hello m'boy! Come in, my dashing friend! *He pats the smaller man on the back, forcing him inside [14:12:08] <Lennart> A drink, friend? *He chuckles, sipping his own* [14:12:46] * Dickie is uncombed, unkempt, and tattered from the road. His spectacles are misted, but he is cheerful. [14:13:46] <Dickie> Mr. Pengersen, Sir! Aha! [14:14:22] * Dickie is ushered in to the room, where he stands shyly [14:14:56] <Dickie> Ah, if I might, Sir, I am rather - But I wouldn't wish to trouble you... [14:15:49] <Lennart> Hah, this shall put some hair on your chest, my young highwayman! Here, here... [14:16:43] * Lennart offers his own half-empty glass, the noxious scent of rough booze already radiating from it [14:17:35] * Dickie gently takes the glass, swirling the contents with hesitance [14:17:46] <Dickie> Ah, yes... This. [14:18:10] <Dickie> This particular... [14:18:40] <Dickie> Ah, fermentation... [14:19:10] * Dickie takes the smallest sip [14:19:26] * Dickie grimaces [14:19:52] * Lennart chuckles drily, having retrieved another, much more full glass, from the kitchen [14:20:10] <Lennart> Ah, you worry too much my friend, a little hard alcohol is good for you, m'boy! [14:26:55] * Dickie smiles unsurely [17:23:59] * Lennart chuckles, taking a casual glug of the rough-tasting liquor. [17:24:00] <Dickie> Yes, Mr. Pengersen, Sir! [17:24:15] * Dickie places the glass down, subtly [17:24:30] <Dickie> Onto the PRICELESS HEIRLOOMS SIR! [17:24:52] <Lennart> Oh, more trinkets and treasures..? *Lennart smiles, leaning against the kitchen table [17:25:01] <Lennart> Do show, my friend. [17:25:51] <Dickie> Oh, my deeds... My deeds have been - a positive CATALOGUE of boldness and METTLE! [17:26:23] <Dickie> Allow me to humbly present, Sir... [17:26:32] * Dickie flourishes his damp cloak [17:27:32] <Dickie> MY WICKED GAINS! [17:27:47] * Dickie clears his throat softly [17:28:00] * Lennart's eyebrows rise slightly, as he looks over, his attention focused once more [17:28:21] * Dickie approaches the table and begins to lay out his goods [17:28:46] * Dickie places down a wrapped slice of cake - muddied. A golden marriage band. A sizable chunk of shining amethyst of great clarity. And carefully, almost reverently - the signed manual. [17:32:19] * Lennart's face crinkles into a smile, and he picks up the ring, tossing it up and down in his palm [17:32:38] <Lennart> Mmm... a nice caratage, of course... h-hm... [17:33:01] * Lennart tips the amethyst over, watching the light glint off it [17:33:21] <Lennart> A lovely gem... Were there any more, my... good friend? -he chuckles- [17:33:43] <Dickie> Ah... [17:33:50] * Dickie adjusts his spectacles [17:34:09] <Dickie> Indeed, Sir. [17:34:39] <Lennart> O-oh, yes? [17:34:45] * Lennart rubs his gloved palms together [17:35:02] <Lennart> A... mine..? Is the source tapped? [17:35:36] <Dickie> The lady, ah, most charming, Sir, most - [17:35:52] <Dickie> But then I ought not to consider others... [17:36:13] <Dickie> You see Mr. Pengersen Sir, I am now WEDDED! [17:36:25] * Lennart frowns softly [17:36:27] <Dickie> To ah, quite the... [17:36:34] <Lennart> Ah... married? Hah. Hoho. [17:36:58] * Lennart tries to suppress a deep, rumbling laugh [17:37:05] <Dickie> Yes, Sir. She's a... Gainly lass, with ah - [17:37:24] <Dickie> A LUSTROUS COAT! [17:37:55] <Dickie> And ah, delicate... Arms. [17:38:04] * Lennart looks somewhat confused, nodding slowly [17:38:20] <Lennart> I-... well, it could not have come to anyone better, I suppose... hah... hum... [17:39:41] * Lennart fidgets with his gloves, somewhat awkwardly [17:40:14] <Dickie> Ah, yes... [17:40:21] <Dickie> Well. [17:40:31] * Dickie smiles, appeasingly [17:41:24] <Dickie> I shall have to REASSESS my spirit of passionate devotion to the fairer sex, Sir! [17:41:39] <Lennart> Pahah! Quite, my young friend! [17:41:53] * Lennart smiles wide, flicking through the small manual Dickie has brought him [17:42:04] <Dickie> Take great care Sir. [17:42:08] <Lennart> Only one spirit to devote to, I think! Hah... [17:42:37] * Dickie comes forward, and whispers, with hushed tone [17:42:46] <Dickie> Valuable, Sir. [17:43:12] <Dickie> Irreplacable. [17:43:19] <Dickie> Inestimable! [17:43:24] <Lennart> Oh yes..? [17:43:34] * Lennart's eyebrows raise once more as he flicks through [17:43:43] * Dickie flicks the pages of the book held in Lennart's hand [17:43:54] <Lennart> This seems fairly... standard..? What am I looking for, young Dickie? [17:44:33] * Dickie points a single finger at the scrawling above 'Dining Etiquette' solemnly [17:44:55] <Dickie> Look, Sir. [17:45:29] * Lennart blinks* Who is Arvee..? [17:46:01] * Lennart lifts the book closer to his old eyes, squinting [17:46:15] <Dickie> Who is R_V, Sir? [17:46:40] * Dickie clears his throat, suddenly, adopting a crisp, radio tone [17:47:14] <Dickie> 'A FIT WARD THAT NEVER LOSES HEART, A MAN OF MOTHERLY PRINCIPLES, BOLD AND STEADFAST, MODEST AND DECISIVE, A LOYAL SON, A LEADER, TO WHOM THE STRATOSPHERE IS NO LIMIT!' [17:47:40] <Dickie> Sir. [17:47:50] * Lennart blinks, looking around curiously. "Ah... I see." [17:48:09] <Lennart> Some sort of Revered Statesman, m'boy? Ahah! [17:48:31] <Dickie> I am ESPECIALLY fond of him, Sir, oh, the posters! The broadcasts! [17:48:53] <Dickie> His teeth! They beamed like a bright moon! [17:49:17] * Dickie laughs bashfully [17:49:39] * Lennart chuckles, shaking his head softly, stroking his beard. [17:49:43] <Lennart> Ah, young ones and their heroes... [17:49:55] <Lennart> I am glad meeting yours... didn't disappoint. Hahah! [17:50:03] * Lennart slaps his back softly, beaming [17:50:40] * Dickie coughs weakly [17:50:54] <Dickie> Ah, yes. No. Not a disappointment, so to speak... [17:51:26] <Dickie> I was ah... [17:51:39] <Dickie> Rather nervous, shall we say? [17:52:33] <Lennart> Well, all this... making new acquaintances, and acquiring goods for me. [17:52:47] <Lennart> Hm. -he pauses- I think I have a gift for you, my friend. [17:53:07] * Lennart rests a thick hand on his shoulder, before walking upstairs slowly [17:53:44] * There's a loud rummaging from upstairs, a crate falling over, muffled cursing [17:54:00] * Lennart finally returns, his large hands behind his back [17:54:09] <Lennart> A truly suitable present, oho! [17:54:22] <Lennart> Shut your eyes, offer your hands! Keep this traditional, hm? -he chuckles- [17:56:25] * Dickie smiles nervously, and presents his gloved hands, squeezing his eyes tightly shut [17:56:48] * There's a soft weight on the younger man's hand, the coolness of metal through his gloves [17:56:57] <Lennart> Alrighty, you may open! Oho! [17:59:03] * Dickie does so. There is a small pistol in his hands [17:59:08] <Dickie> Oh - Sir... [17:59:31] <Dickie> Are you - provisioning me with a weapon? [17:59:40] <Dickie> A - a real - [17:59:50] * Lennart chuckles, the stubby, polished handgun sat neatly in Dickie's small palms [17:59:57] <Lennart> Oh, yes! Just for defence, of course... [18:00:02] <Lennart> And, on my instruction, ahah! [18:01:54] <Dickie> Yes... Yes, Sir! [18:02:04] <Dickie> Thank you, Mr. Pengersen! [18:03:05] * Lennart smiles wide, unhelpfully ruffling his small friend's hair [18:03:17] <Lennart> No worries, no worries my heroic friend! [18:03:23] <Lennart> Use it righteously, ahah! [18:03:45] * Lennart moves to the table, the ring and gem already clinking in his pocket [18:04:04] <Lennart> Hm... I suppose you may have your... autograph back, also! Hah! [18:04:23] <Lennart> I have not been one for heroes for a long while, young lad! -he chuckles, offering the small book- [18:05:02] * Dickie takes it, with joy, and considers both of the items in his hands [18:05:29] <Dickie> I think this might be the very best day of my life Sir. [18:05:45] <Dickie> I had a good day once, but, ah, it turned out to be a clerical error... [18:06:04] * Lennart laughs loud, shaking his head slowly [18:06:04] <Dickie> Well... [18:06:11] <Lennart> Hah, first of many, my friend, I am sure! [18:07:28] * Lennart turns to examine beyond the window.* It seems fairly... damp outside, m'boy. [18:07:42] <Lennart> Some leftovers and a couch to sleep upon sound reasonable, hm? [18:08:49] <Dickie> Ah - So generous, Sir - well, if I wouldn't be bothering you awfully... [18:09:45] <Lennart> No, no! You are one of the few about who can withstand my snoring..! [18:10:14] * Lennart chuckles, turning to the kitchen* Come on then, I think some stew is left... *He mumbles, half to himself

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RP: A Drink

In which Lennart and Will discuss future matters

Starring: Lennart, Will

[21:57] * It's a relatively-still, late night in the Border Machinists' island compound. There's a few insects buzzing in the air quietly as the two gentleman face each other, Lennart leaning on the bar, pouring out small measures of some noxious brew or other*

* Lennart chuckles openly, licking his dry lips* A-alright, my friend... This next one is a true taste of my homeland, ahah..! *he chuckles*

[21:58] * Will looks nervous as he picks up the tumbler* And what is in this??

[21:59] * Lennart smiles broadly, tilting his glass* In my homeland, there is very little green… *He takes a gulp, giving a harsh cough, interspersed with laughter*

[22:00] <Lennart> We ah... cultivate grass just for alcohol... *He chuckles*

[22:00] * Will raises his glass and takes a similar gulp. Eyes bulging he starts coughing violently*

[22:01] <Will> Creeper! That stuff could clean engine oil!?

[22:01] <Lennart> PahahAH! *Lennart laughs loudly, tipping the rest of his down his gullet as he watches Will writhe*

[22:02] <Lennart> O-oh my! Are you alright there, lad?! *He smiles, wiping his mouth*

[22:02] <Will> Its smooth... *Will says somewhat hoarsely*?

[22:04] *Lennart rolls his eyes, perching himself on a barstool, behind the counter* Ahaha...! Trust me, it's quite an acquired taste, friend Will...

[22:05] <Will> Indeed... *Will takes a smaller sip*

[22:06] * Lennart is already casually pouring himself another, smiling as the off-golden liquid splashes into his glass, bouncing off chunks of ice within

[22:06] <Lennart> So, my young friend, how are you settling..? A few weeks now, is it? We've been doing this a while... hah...

[22:07] <Will> I miss my old friends... but I'm kept busy *He says looking down at his glass*

There’s plenty to do. Whoever owned this place before us left it in quite a wreck. They've all but stripped it bare

[22:09] <Lennart> Oh, that's always the way, my friend! We build, we move on to greater things, and maybe later someone builds again..! *He smiles, sipping his drink more casually now*

[22:09] <Lennart> But speaking of bareness, the forge is in a sorry state... Would you and the young welder mind taking a peek? *He asks softly*

[22:11] * Will, Taking another drink* We can certainly have a poke around. The kid has potential. We'll need base materials though and we're running low in the salvage yard

[22:14] <Lennart> Well, Corus... keeps themselves to themselves... but seems to be making progress in the mines… *Lennart twirls his glass softly, watching the ice move lazily*  

[22:14] <Lennart> What do you need, my young friend? *He toys with his beard idly

[22:15] <Will> Cables, conduit, receiver coils, machine frames... the list is endless. More we have, the better job we can do.

[22:18] <Lennart> Hrrm... Quite a list, ahah… *Lennart sits up, setting his glass down* We'll start work in the morning, get this place a little more... ship-shape... Ahah… *He chuckles

[22:19] * Will takes a final gulp and thinks, coughing slightly

[22:20] <Will> I may know of a place where they may be a good amount of the tech we need... plus more aside.

[22:23] *Will scratches his beard* There's one small catch though...

[22:24] *Lennart smiles softly, looking over* Oh, only one /small/ catch..? Do go on, my friend... Ahah..!

[22:24] <Will> There's a small but highly likely possibility it might have been bombed...?

[22:26] * Lennart laughs, softly, then more loudly, the bass of his deep laughter causing the wooden counter to vibrate. He shakes his head gently, wiping a tear from his eye* So, how far is it, friend Will? *He smiles wider*

[22:28] <Will>  Its a fair trek... Hidden away on the mainland

[22:29] <Lennart> How... busy is it, m'boy..? *Lennart adjusts his thick gloves mildly

[22:29] <Will> Busy?

[22:30]  <Lennart> ...Populated..? *He chuckles*

[22:30] <Will> Hmm... Couldn't say. Not been there since the somewhat hasty evacuation.  I doubt there are many left. Maybe a couple of ghosts.

[22:34] * Lennart smiles boldly, rubbing his beard* Oh my, what a chance… *He chuckles* Do you remember where this place sits, my boy..? Well enough for a foraging party?

[22:35]  <Will> I reckon I can find my way... I think. Reckon its worth the risk though. Was some kind of research facility so might have a few good pieces... by State standards at least

[22:36] * Lennart rolls his eyes softly, smiling sweetly* Hey now, they're certainly bold with their endeavours at least… *He chuckles*

[22:36] * Lennart sets down his glass, straightening his back* It's worth a try, at least... Hah...!

[22:37] <Will> Nothing ventured...

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RP: Little Ship

In which Lennart brings something back to the Island

Starring: Lennart, RedKite

* The early morning near-silence of the Border Machinists' Island is rocked suddenly by the loud and entirely un-necessary bellowing of an airhorn, echoing between the empty ruins and sleeping homes

* RedKite, having made a ramshackled hammock above the shipping containers, stirs uncomfortably in her hammock. She scowls fiercely.

<RedKite> Sparks! Shurrup!

* Her small domicile is bathed in shadow as a large shape moves overhead, with triumphant calling from above

<Lennart> AHOY! Young Red, my friend! I have my end of our deal, AHAH!

* RedKite, having now been completely shocked awake by Lennart's bellowing, looks confusedly as the rusted hull floating above. With a start, she runs ahead.

* Lennart's large form, balanced precariously over one of the degrading rails of the hulk of a ship, waves as the large vessel slows, bouncing lazily with a metal screech off one of the large stacks of shipping containers balanced outside their settlement

* Finally, Lennart tosses down a huge anchor, smashing into the ruined earth below

<RedKite> Ey! Put 'er down gently! *She looks up at the vessel, creaking as it slowly descends onto the ground. She scowls, Sparks' head glitching at her shoulder* Bobol bach, Lennart. Where'd you find this? The thing's an antique!

<Lennart> Ah! Not an antique! *He waggles his finger teasingly* A classic! Back in those days, you didn't need stabilisers, unlike you spoilt young ones of today..!

* Lennart pets the controls affectionately

* RedKite snorts indignantly* Classic... *She begins to climb up the anchor, muttering to herself* As long as it has a burner and a balloon, it doesn't need stabilisers.

<Lennart> Well then it's your lucky day... *he chuckles, leaning back on a bench strapped to the side of the control platform*

<Lennart> This is quite the stripped-down flight experience, AHAHA~!"

* RedKite climbs over the rail with ease before walking around the deck, looking up at the balloon, rails, and rigging judgingly.

* Lennart chuckles softly, poking the wheel with his boot and smiling as the large industrial airship turns lazily on a point, still anchored down

* RedKite allows herself to smile, Sparks fluttering anxiously at her side* Well, the steering works. *She turns to the single burner in the aftcastle of the ship and begins testing it*

* Lennart smiles, standing. He kneels near her mockingly, offering his arm* Need a leg up..? Can you reach ma'am? *He gives a wide mirthful smile.

* RedKite gives Lennart a judging look before turning back to the burners* This could do with a bit more power, I reckon. Perhaps a second burner. Easy enough. *She shoots a grin to Sparks who chirps affectionately*

* Lennart chuckles, brushing his beard between two large fingers as he stands* So, do I have you 'on board' fully for my... our... business, so to speak? *He smiles wide

* RedKite looks indignantly at Lennart for a second, before looking at Sparks for his opinion. He makes a sound similar to a ship's whistle. She turns to Lennart* I'd say we have a deal... but what about my pay? *Sparks makes a downward whistle.

* Lennart smiles, adjusting his gloves. He rummages in the pockets of his suit, tossing a handful of golden coins over* Your cut from that parts sale with our beloved guest, the Nights woman. *He chuckles, patting the remainder, still in his pocket*

<RedKite> Oh yeah... Her. Damn. Shame I didn't get to speak to her. The engine on that thing... *She turns one of the coins over in the hand before shoving it quickly in her pocket*

* Lennart nods approvingly, walking to the rope ladder down to the industrial ruins below* Oh, I'm sure she'll be a repeat customer, made a decent enough impression! Ahah!

<RedKite> Sure, she did. *Red grins. She pats the side of the ship, rust coming off in dust in her hand* I think me and 'Adenydd Coch' will get on very well.

* Lennart smiles wide, giving a mock two-fingered salute as he hops onto the ladder, surprisingly agile for a man his age, and descends from the floating ship

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RP: Closed Deal

In which Nights gets her parts

Starring: Lennart, Nights

[18:36:11] * Lennart smiles, his old skin crinkling, as he cooks. The small kitchen of his relatively lavish house is filled with steam as he fries a few large pans of meats and potatoes, preparing a sturdy breakfast. He hums, his chest rumbling. [18:38:09] * Nights steps up to the forgemaster's door, knocking loudly in the morning light* [18:39:26] * Lennart turns to the door, then pauses, tipping a healthy portion of some alcohol or other over some frying bacon, giving a loud laugh at the woosh of sautéing flame, before heading to the door. [18:39:54] <Lennart> Aha, hello my friend! *He positively beams, gesturing inward* [18:40:05] <Lennart> Sleep well, mm? My apologies for the steam... [18:41:18] * Nights looks rather concerned over lennart's shoulder toward the kitchen where the large flame was* Hell--hello. *She looks back focusing her attention*  Do you require a fire extinguisher? [18:42:02] * Lennart chuckles, walking in, lifting the pan in one large hand and tossing the meat up into the air, before it lands back in the pan with another large whoosh of frying meat and spitting alcohol. [18:42:26] <Lennart> You worry too much, my friend! A little excitement when you cook is always welcome, ahahHA!" [18:43:03] * Lennart settles the pan, adjusting a few others, then extends his palm to the small table, on which a small metal strongbox rests* Please, take a seat. [18:43:57] * Nights steps in cautiously, eyeing the pan. She does as instructed and pulls out a chair at the table, sitting and watching him carefully* [18:44:56] <Nights> I have come for the components. You said they would be ready? *she looks to the food, remembering she had not eaten since her flight into the junkyard* [18:45:51] <Lennart> The box, my friend. Nice and safely packed, for you. Feel free to take a look while I prepare some meat to put on those thin bones, ahah...!" [18:46:20] * Lennart takes a liberal swig of a glass of brandy, also worryingly close to the hob, and continues to cook. [18:47:47] * Nights mutters about being able to flip him on his head if she chose, quietly enough no one would hear. She reaches out toward the case indicated on the other side of the table, pulling it closer and flipping its latches to open it* [18:48:50] * In black foam, a selection of parts are nestled, carefully polished and neatly prepared. Lennart looks over his shoulder with a broad smile* Acceptable, friend Nights? [18:51:36] * Nights she picks the parts up carefully, inspecting them one by one, ensuring no damage. She hums to herself, tilting her head as her eyes carefully study each piece.* [18:51:58] <Nights> Acceptable indeed. [18:52:47] * Lennart thumps across the relatively-lavish room, setting down two piled plates of potatoes, various meats, and something that might be considered black pudding. [18:53:00] <Lennart> Wonderful, my friend! *He laughs, sitting down heavily opposite her* [18:55:19] * Nights uncomfortably shuffles in her seat watching the man thump around. She holds the case in place in anticipation of him dropping into his seat* [18:56:33] <Nights> You have done better then I had thought for one living in such rust. I appreciate the care you have taken with the components. *she closes the case carefully and locks it, sliding it beside her to replace it with the plate* [18:57:25] * Lennart chuckles, already chewing a large mouthful* Hah, but of course. Actions speak louder than words, and first impressions are very important with new clients... *He smiles, swallowing and washing the whole thing down with more brandy. [18:58:28] <Nights> Indeed they do. *She picks up the fork and knife carefully, cutting a potato and slipping it carefully under her mask* [18:59:27] <Lennart> All that's... mmm... to be done is a few pieces of paperwork, and the parts are yours... *He mumbles, chewing away, working steadily through the full plate [18:59:58] <Lennart> Signatures, an invoice for you and ourselves, etcetera... ahhahh... *He pauses for another drink. [19:02:08] <Lennart> Simple enough, I'm sure. Just to give my young friend something to chew through when he's about... mmm... [19:06:32] * Nights looks over at him, rather confused* What is that? And... Are you drunk sir? [19:07:11] * Lennart laughs loud, shaking his head slowly* Hardly, my friend! A drink of this size would barely take the edge off the cold where I come from! [19:07:56] * One of Lennart's eyebrows raise, a little quizzically* Are you not familiar with that sort of business, friend Nights? Paperwork? *His mouth twitches into a small smile, a piece of meat draped over his fork. [19:14:54] <Nights> I understand the concepts of notes and paperwork. Perhaps explain what this.. Invoice? Is. *she pats over her chest in reflex to pulling out her notebook but forgetting she is not wearing her jacket [19:15:56] * Lennart chuckles drily, shaking his head* Why, the youth of today... When I was young, I wasn't allowed out of the house until it was to earn! [19:16:34] * Lennart pokes the last few scraps of food around his plate as he explains* I invoice you, so we both know what you got, and for how much, and that it's all in good order... [19:17:06] <Lennart> Makes everything fair, of course... *Lennart smiles wide, popping a chunk of thick meat into his lips and chewing slowly. [19:17:12] * Nights scowls at him at his comment. [19:17:29] <Nights> Like a requisition then? I know of those. [19:18:39] <Lennart> Hah, oh your State... Such a way of doing things... So different but so much the same. *He smiles, reaching beneath the desk and setting out two long list of parts, neatly outlined and followed by serial numbers, with a signature space at the bottom. [19:19:00] * Lennart's signature, in his own large, elaborate handwriting, already adorns a space on each page. [19:20:26] <Nights> As I said Sir. I am not with the State anymore *she says with an edge. She slides the papers toward her, reading them carefully. [19:22:00] * Lennart stands, moving to the counter and retrieving the bottle of brandy. He tilts the tip at her in a symbol of offering, even as he pours himself some* Care for some? [19:25:13] * Nights takes the pen and starts to write in perfectly neat cursive '4_2', then stops, looking almost horrified as she had started to write her old designation as if on an old form, out of habit. She stops contemplating what to put, then continues the line with "Nights". She signs the other pages with a single element word that now was her name. [19:25:53] <Nights> No, I should not be intoxicated while operating my suit. [19:26:33] * Lennart smiles, shaking his head* Not to take the cold off? I am not one to judge my friend. Aha! [19:26:47] * Lennart sits once more, taking the papers back and stacking them neatly. [19:29:36] <Nights> I enjoy the cold. *she adjusts her mask, her gaze going from lennart to the case. [19:30:16] * Lennart slides her copy of the invoice into the case, then re-seals it, smiling wide* This is not cold, my young friend. [19:30:43] <Lennart> I hope you never have to experience the colds of my homeland. *He chuckles, offering her the case. [19:32:26] <Lennart> Regardless, a pleasure doing business with you, young Nights. I hope I will see you again here... [19:34:58] * Nights stands taking the case from the table. [19:36:51] <Nights> I will return if I require your assistance. And if you are to require mine- *she takes the pen and writes down a frequency* contact me. *she rolls her shoulders back and steps back out of the house, expressionlessly watching the oven as she passes it. [19:38:39] * Lennart follows her to the door, leaning against the frame. He's already pocketed the neat note. [19:38:58] <Lennart> Goodbye, Friend Nights... *He chuckles* I hope our services were satisfactory.

[angelkaja]

RP: The Gleam Of Coin

In which the Mechanists get a business transaction

Starring: Lennart, Nights

[15:11:18] * Lennart smiles to himself, sat back in an armchair. A plate is lazily balanced on his thigh [15:11:51] * Lennart works through a roast dinner, savouring the first mouthful. At this point, the dull roar of engines ruins his mediation on the meal. He sighs, setting down the plate and standing [15:12:44] * Lennart pushes open his door, watching the dimming sky [15:13:45] * Lennart grumbles as he watches something worryingly small roar towards him, the sound only growing worse [15:16:25] * Nights descends towards the bright lights of the junkyard town. Spotting it from above she dives toward an empty space in preparation for landing. She holds her arms out and kills the engines. The awkward landing does better then she hopes as she skids her feet forward and gouges the earth* [15:18:53] * Lennart slams his door, thudding his boots through the muddy, polluted earth, tilting his head round the corner of his home. He smiles, waving his hand over his head. [15:19:21] <Lennart> Hello there, my friend! Ahah! [15:20:00] * Nights stands from her crouched position in the pile of earth she had moved in the landing. The engines whine and hiss as she moves, stepping to turn to face the man, her feet making thuds in the dirt* [15:22:39] * Lennart's broad smile only widens, adjusting his collar. [15:23:09] <Lennart> How may I help..? -he chuckles, pushing a few buttons on his collar, keeping comms fairly open [15:24:56] * Nights's mic intersects with his radio and a harsh static is heard as she tries to access it* [15:25:20] * Lennart grimaces, pawing at the controls [15:25:30] <Lennart> Hey, now! Less bass, please! Ahaah! [15:25:42] * Lennart toys with the small dials, blinking over at the mechanical form [15:25:53] <Lennart> Better..? -he chuckles drily, rubbing his beard [15:26:07] * A sharp click is heard as Nights brings it to the frequency* [15:26:41] <Nights> My apologies. Your system is... foreign. [15:27:25] <Lennart> That's a polite way to put it, yes -he grins, looking over the mechanical armour- [15:27:31] <Lennart> Likewise, my friend! [15:28:32] * Nights grumbles and leans her head forward, reaching up to take of the helmet* [15:28:54] <Nights> Urg.... *she grasps its edge and lets her arm fall back to where it belongs at her side* [15:29:22] <Nights> Far too tired of seeing error messages for that comm *she mutters* [15:29:32] * Lennart's large eyebrows tilt slightly, a questioning expression [15:29:48] <Lennart> Anything I may assist with..? I assume you're here for our expertise... [15:30:10] <Nights> No, but your message was rather annoying. [15:30:44] <Nights> I need your parts, not your supposed assistance. [15:31:45] <Lennart> Annoying? Hah, not annoying enough to keep you from following it, my mechanical friend! [15:31:55] * Nights reaches behind her to pull from a bag attacked to the plating of her armour, shoving a paper list of materials written on it onto the man* Do you have any of these? [15:33:23] * Lennart smiles, taking the note, chewing his thumb [15:33:43] * Nights looks at him with disgust at his habit* [15:33:51] <Lennart> Mmmh... Quite a list, but no major issues here, my friend. [15:34:01] * Lennart smiles up at the automatic form. [15:34:20] <Lennart> Do you have a particular... deadline in mind? Deadlines are expensive, y'understand..? [15:34:44] <Nights> These are all things you should have on hand, if not I have no business with you. [15:35:02] <Nights> Or is there somewhere we might speak that isn't this filthy oil dirt? [15:35:23] * Nights looks at him coldly* [15:35:49] <Lennart> Both, I should think! Ahahah! -his thick chest rumbles as he chuckles, gesturing towards his house [15:36:20] <Nights> Then lead on. [15:38:07] * Lennart stomps off through the ruined landscape, unlocking his door and walking on in [15:38:39] * Lennart rubs his boots on the welcome mat casually, turning to face her. He smiles wide. [15:39:00] * Nights follows him, having to duck slightly though the door* [15:39:12] <Lennart> Well, the list should not be a major issue, my robotically augmented friend... [15:39:50] * Nights chuckles quickly and looks down at herself* [15:40:19] <Nights> Will you be able to fetch such things within a day? [15:41:05] <Lennart> Myself and my friends are definitely worth their salt, I'd say! Within the day it is! [15:41:36] * Nights studies the entrance way of the house* [15:42:07] * Lennart watches her, smiling a little, walking to his armchair and sitting casually. [15:42:17] <Nights> Good, I am able to pay within reason. I assume you have lodgings on this... junkyard. [15:42:55] <Lennart> It is not a junkyard, young friend! Hah! It is full of opportunity... [15:43:07] <Nights> It is a mess. [15:43:13] * Nights states plainly* [15:43:35] <Lennart> Organized chaos, hah! [15:43:57] <Lennart> More natural, I think! -he leans forward on his chair- [15:45:08] * Lennart chuckles* Less of a one for chaos, my friend..? [15:45:31] <Lennart> I know there are many around here who prefer... everything in their place... [15:47:45] <Nights> The question still stands. [15:48:08] <Lennart> Plenty, haha! -he stands, adjusting his collar- [15:48:14] * Nights shifts her weight from one foot to the other, causing the floor to groan under the immense weight* [15:50:46] <Lennart> Please, wait a while, my friend. My friends are hard at work, hah. [15:51:24] <Lennart> I'm sure I could interest you in something else? [15:51:39] * Nights raises an eyebrow* [15:51:51] * Lennart walks upstairs, fumbling for a few tool prototypes. He frowns a little, then pockets the dagger that his highwayman protege had dropped off for him- [15:52:32] * Lennart slowly walks downstairs, toying with the small, broken dagger [15:52:49] <Lennart> More than just parts here, my friend... [15:53:45] * Nights watches him, her eyes moving to the broken dagger in his hands, squinting as if to try and see* [15:54:46] * Lennart raises an eyebrow casually, resting the blade between his thick thumbs [15:55:24] <Lennart> Ah, and there we go... Interested, my mechanical customer? [15:55:45] * Nights motions toward the table, steeling her expression* [15:55:59] <Nights> Put it down and let me see. [15:56:48] * Lennart sets the small, broken blade down, resting it gently with the true caring of someone who- might be about to get paid. [15:56:58] * Lennart chuckles gently [15:57:17] <Lennart> Quite an artifact, mm? Had one of my best boys bring this in, quite an adventure, ahah..! [15:57:59] * Nights steps over to the table, the house slightly shaking with all 300lbs of metal moving rather suddenly* [15:58:13] * Lennart remains motionless, patient [15:59:02] * Nights carefully picks up the hilt, bring it up to eye level to inspect it, her metal covered fingers gently turning it over* [15:59:17] <Nights> Tell me where you found this. [15:59:19] <Nights> NOW. [15:59:45] <Lennart> I'd suggest being careful... No need to add damages to your bill, hoho... [15:59:45] * Nights turns her head to him, looking mildly furious.* [15:59:54] * Lennart leans on the table. [16:00:05] <Lennart> My boy was given it by a... 'damsel', in his words. [16:00:30] * Nights narrows her eyes* He stole it in other words. [16:00:56] <Nights> and the peices? *she tone relaxes slightly, but still annoyed* [16:01:05] <Lennart> My boy is honest. -Lennart almost growls- [16:01:54] * Lennart smiles, toying with a few buttons on his collar, setting alerts to yellow [16:02:21] <Lennart> Well, no... news of pieces. If you'd like, my friend, I could ask my young friend... [16:02:40] <Nights> No. [16:03:27] * Lennart's thick eyebrow quirks, and he chuckles softly [16:03:34] * Nights reaches behind her and pulls at the leather bag, detaching it from the plating and putting it on the table* [16:03:49] <Lennart> Privacy is expensive, my friend. I hope you may afford it, really I do... [16:04:39] * Nights turns to him, her hand moving quickly to the collar of his shirt, gripping it tightly* [16:04:39] * Lennart takes the bag, opening it delicately [16:04:51] <Nights> Life is expensive. Do not make me angry. [16:04:57] * Lennart smiles back at her coolly, chuckling. [16:05:08] <Lennart> Hey, now, you make your own point, my friend! [16:05:29] <Nights> Have I? *she raises her fist with his collar still in it slightly* [16:05:29] <Lennart> Life is expensive. Drop another bag on the table, or discard my collar... [16:07:16] <Nights> The dagger, my list, and lodgings for the night for that *she motions to the bad weighted down with pressed gold coins* [16:07:48] * Lennart takes a coin in his hand, toying with the pressed metal [16:07:58] <Nights> There should be enough to pay for the dagger in its weight. *she holds firm on his collar* [16:08:07] <Nights> And the supplies. [16:08:44] <Nights> For insulting me with having to wait. The lodging is of your own. [16:08:44] <Lennart> Oh, I'm sure, my large robotic friend. [16:09:05] <Lennart> Plenty of space around here, I'm sure the lodging will be easy enough, hah. [16:09:12] <Nights> Good *she lets his shirt go and returns her hand to the dagger* [16:09:45] * Lennart smiles wide, counting the coins gently, setting out the small pieces [16:09:57] * Nights turns and smiles, tipping the bag out and spilling the coins on the table, reattaching the bag [16:10:12] <Lennart> Well, I'm sure the parts will be done by the morning... perhaps faster if you agree to be civil... [16:10:36] * Lennart chuckles drily* I'm sure you'd agree you're amongst friends here, ...? [16:10:36] * Nights slides the golden dagger into her bag* [16:10:43] * Lennart pauses for their name [16:10:54] <Nights> "friends" is not a word I use often. [16:11:09] <Nights> I am sure how the State feels about "friends" [16:11:33] <Lennart> Well, tell your facilitator we are... partners, or somesuch then. -he teases gently- [16:11:55] <Lennart> Business contractors... whatever makes Mother happy. -he chuckles- [16:12:08] * Nights scoffs* I am not state, not anymore. [16:12:26] <Nights> You may call me Nights for reference. [16:13:01] <Lennart> Ah... Nights..? I know that name... [16:13:22] <Lennart> Oh, of course! Please, stay here, Nights. -he stands abruptly, moving outside- [16:13:40] * Lennart returns eventually, a birdcage dangling beneath one of his large palms [16:13:57] * Lennart sets the metal enclosure down, chuckling [16:14:10] <Lennart> May have... unintentionally met your little messenger, here. [16:14:20] * Nights makes a small pained noise, reaching a hand out toward the crow inside it* [16:14:50] * Lennart chuckles, rubbing his beard.* Quite a flurry of claws, is little Ebony here... [16:15:13] <Nights> Understand the only think between me breaking you in half is my order *she snarls at him* [16:15:41] * Nights reaches out toward the cage, taking it up and opening the door to it* [16:15:46] * Lennart smiles back, stifling a small chuckle [16:16:00] <Lennart> Order is over-rated. The only order I need is currency... [16:16:38] * Nights gently pulls the crow out and coos to it as it lays in her hands squawking angrily and holding its wing close* [16:17:20] <Nights> shhh its okay, I will bring you home. *coos* [16:17:54] * Lennart gives a wide smile, pocketing the coins [16:18:10] <Nights> Show me to my room or let me break your bones *she glares at him furiously and clutching the crow to her chestplate* [16:18:47] <Lennart> Allow me to show you... -he chuckles, toying with his beard- [16:18:59] <Lennart> Or, pop a nice big bag of coin on the table.