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[ Dell Conagher ] Nobody | ? - ?

[whoooowee-blog]

Trick or Sentreat

     Building up machines wasn’t so hard, once you were used to making them. Blueprints could be memorized through repetition. Of course, all things required a test run to make sure they were working perfectly.

     That said, despite the chaos of it all, the man found it as a perfect time.

“Here we are. Looks t’be a good spot...”

     Having pulled a wagon out in to the middle of a Sector oo6 park, the man took off what was covered atop the device-- and thus, revealed a rather large red sentry gun, primed and ready-- it’s twin Gatling guns shining in the sun.

     What a beaut.

“Now just to get them pumpkin’s attention...”

     Unstrapping the guitar he was carrying on his back, he played a few tunes. Surely enough, it caught the attention of the live pumpkins-- slowly shambling towards the sound of music. And now, with that out of the way...

     A switch was flipped. And with a beep... the Sentry Gun turned on.

     And there it went-- firing off rounds in to the orange masses. Splotches of orange burst about like blood, and all the while, the inventor let out his cheers.

“WHOOOOWEE! Looks like I’m making pumpkin soup tonight! Yeeehaw!”

     Suffice to say... this was a happy success.

[kindergardening-citta]

“Hmmph.”

Peridot only grumbled in response to the niceties, occasionally plucking an unwanted part to be placed in her own pile of scram. Having detached fingers tended to help in these situations.

“I could say much of the same, though my chosen profession is technician.” It had a much nicer ring to it than engineer did. It sounded more practical, she thought. “This metal refuse should prove valuable in my own work, though… I’m simply assessing what can be done with current technology at the moment.”

[whoooowee-blog]

“A technician? Is that right? Well I’ll be. Looks like we ain’t so different, then.”

· · ·Chuckling slightly to himself-- pleased to meet another interested in machinery, even if they weren’t the friendliest bunch-- the man pulled out an oblong shaped part from the mound, tossing it on to what would be his pile.

“That’s it? Fair enough, I say. Gotta make do with what you’ve got, ain’t that right? Aheh.” Chuckling to himself, he grabbed a few more pieces of scrap.

“... So what kinda things do you build, Miss?”

[whoooowee-blog]

“Halloween! Whooowee! Funny-- wasn’t even Fall before I got here... Hm. Well, it’s a little last minute, but I reckon this should work well enough...”

“Aint much of a costume, but it sure is cute, aheh.”

[kindergardening-citta]

“It could be.”

Only if she wanted it to be, that is. Peridot could only carry so much, though, and it wasn’t every day you found such a beautiful pile of metal with a ‘DEFINITELY FREE’ sign taped up next to it. She had been told to try out sharing, anyway.

“I don’t know what a human like you is going to do with it, but take what you want. Just don’t touch anything near me.”

[whoooowee-blog]

“Well thanks, Tex. Appreciate it.”

     Not the friendly type, were they? Not that it didn’t bother him much. And while a part of him questioned that ‘human’ bit, he figured it was none of his business to go on and ask what in the hell she was supposed to be.

     Heading on over to the pile, he began fishing around for parts.

“Anyways, I’m an engineer, Missy. I like buildin’ things. Scrap like this oughta be a perfect resource, I reckon-- bein’ free and all. ... What brings you here?”

[whoooowee-blog]

“The tech in this place sure is somethin’... what year is it here, anywho?”

[whoooowee-blog]

“... This all ain’t yours, is it, slim?”

     He may have only had a wrench, but scrap metal would always be a great addition to the man’s supplies. And with such a large pile, it was a practical gold mine for the man. Alas, he wasn’t the only one here.

“If it ain’t, you mind if I take some of that load off your hands?”

@whirlygem

[nicholasstnorth-blog]

“Psst. Hey!”

[whoooowee-blog]

     Hoo boy-- now this was a tall ol’ mother hubbard. 

“You uh, in need a somethin’ there, Tex?”

[whoooowee-blog]

Cream gravy! Like this up for a small to medium-sized starter capped at 3! But if you’ve got some ideas in mind you for a thread, disregard liking this and message me instead so we can plot something out!

[whoooowee-blog]

“Aww hell. Reckon this means I’m out of a job, now. Dag nabbit...”

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

Sendin' in an application here for the Engineer from Team Fortress 2!

Welcome to the hive, Engineer!

You will be housed in apartment j-1.

You will be given a normal wrench.

Enjoy your stay!

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