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[quackery]

what's the coolest thing you've ever done on a mission or the best place you've gone

OR hypothetically if you could choose one place to go for a mission what place would you want to go? i'm curious

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[musclebeast]

D --> It e%pired

[quackery]

expired like how

[musclebeast]

D --> They died
D --> The e%act causes aren't something I tend to bother myself with
D --> I'm interested in future progress
D --> And I fully e%ecuted the task at hand

[quackery]

[A pause.]

ummmmm okay

how do you make someone a robot body though

[musclebeast]

D --> You make it, with the proper e%pertise
D --> I can't be e%pected to e%plain it to someone so simple

[quackery]

okay jeez sorry for trying to show interest in what you were doing then!

[musclebeast]

D --> Having an interest is fine
D --> Infact I encourage people having an interest in higher knowledges
D --> But I won't be describing the e%act process to you
D --> Much of it is e%ceedingly intense and personal

[quackery]

well you still didn't have to call me simple

can you make robots

[musclebeast]

[Calls em like he sees em.]

D --> Fine
D --> We can compromise
D --> I'll allow it
D --> Yes

[quackery]

not being rude isn't a compromise but okay

have you made one here? or is there not enough stuff for it

[musclebeast]

D --> Yes it is

[For him, seriously, you need to just take what you can get]

D --> I've made many here
D --> What what little materials I can excavate from this putrid e%ample of a city

[quackery]

whatever you say

can i see one? that's cool

[musclebeast]

D --> Yes
D --> Of course

[Showing off? I think yes.]

[quackery]

where are you

[musclebeast]

D --> In my workshop
D --> Are you comfortable e%ploring the outlands

[quackery]

yes

where is your workshop

-> action?

[musclebeast]

D --> I'll forward the e%act location
D --> I e%pect you to be prompt

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[quackery]

[And once she gets the coordinates, she hurries out. She hadn't lied when she said she was comfortable traveling out here, but the distance is still a bit daunting. She doesn't run into trouble, though, so she's able to make good time, taking care not to get lost or turned around as she goes.

Once she reaches the workshop, she knocks on the door, waiting for an answer.]

Equius? It's me.

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[musclebeast]

[He would've escorted her, jeeze. Equius can't help but be at least a little protective of her, having had met her, live with her. He might be a jerk but he's soft inside. Inside all that... toned muscle and anger.]

[The workshop is in a far part of the outlands, nice and secluded, quiet, and the outskirts around the shop are pretty picked clean of supplies and the like. Most likely from Equius.]

[The thick door- obviously a new one compared to the warehouse his workshop is in, it heavy and littered with a range of locks and the like. Privacy is important to him, though- she'd probably know that by now. Never touch his things, ever.]

Yes- hello. [Said after that myriad of locks are undone and that thick door as jostled inwards, opened. He looks down at her with the usual flat affect gaze behind dark, cracked sunglasses.]</smalL. What took you, prompt, I said prompt.

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[quackery]

Sorry, I came as fast as I could!

[She peers around him for a second or two, trying to catch a glance of what's inside the workshop, before she resumes eye contact.]

Can I come inside? I won't touch anything.

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[musclebeast]

[It appears to be very... dark in there. But Equius had a habit of leaving lights off, comes with leaning more towards the nocturnal. He pauses and looks to the side, a hand lifting to turn on a few switches, and thus lights- against the wall by the door. With that he moves. The warehouse/workshop is- messy, but in his usual "organized" fashion, and smells heavily of sweat and motor oil. Pleasant.]

[He moves away and pulls a towel from his sylladex before glancing to a few robots he has set up, their deep red eyes looking towards them without direction.]

There, a few. The usual fashion, nothing exactly fancy, I use them for strength training. [They look it too, their metallic surfaces bent and crushed here and there, but for the most part intact.]

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[quackery]

[She blinks at the sudden brightness, coming in from the rain once he goes back inside the workshop. She has to stop herself from bringing a hand to her face to shield herself from the smell, and she steps with care, making sure not to disrupt any of his things.

Once she sees the robots, she stares with interest. She's never been gifted with anything scientific, which makes it all the more impressive, regardless of the dents.]

How long did they take you?

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[musclebeast]

[A nod, crossing his arms over his chest and turning to look to the robots as well.]

Not very, I can fully construct one if I have the means, in a day now. Anything more intense I need a bit more time. I don't often have more intricate projects though and I am still having difficulty managing my new hand. [The robot one, damn thing.

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[quackery]

Can they move around or anything like that? I can't imagine being able to do something like that in a day. You must like stuff like this a lot.

[She pauses, looking towards him again. She's curious about the hand, but she doesn't ask, not sure if it would be prying or not.]

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[musclebeast]

Of course they can, I am not a hack. [Removes a small remote control from his sylladex, putting his towel around the back of his neck.]

I do, but again, these are simple robots, remote control, or manual control with a few modes. [He messes with the small remote for a few seconds before beep- the few sets of red eyes on the robots light up and they stand to attention.]