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Post by CATHERINE C. WEST on Mar 9, 2012 8:12:35 GMT -5
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Work. It was hard to find. Work. That was what she was trying to find. The problem seemed to be that with the exception of selling herself or working in a bar there were no jobs avaliable. Ilusia was her home. It was an industrial capital and a kingdom to boot. Yet there seemed to be no-one who wanted to hire a woman who was good with her hands unless it was sexual. Don't get her wrong. She enjoyed sex, but she didn't like the idea of selling herself for it. She preferred to do it only with people she was attracted to.
"At this rate I may have to." she said to herself. She had little money left and less food. She needed work and she needed it soon. Perhaps bar work wouldn't be so bad. Or she could be a stripper. That wasn't as bad as a whore. The scar on her cheek tended to put people off though. It wasn't her fault that a drunken marine father had scarred her. She looked towards the sea. She loved the sea. It always calmed her down. Journeying upon the sea was what she wanted to do. That was why she had trained as a shipwright so she could one day sail the blues in a ship she had crafted herself. She wanted to make the best ship, capable of dealing with any situation. One that would make even the Godly pirate king's ship seem poorly crafted. It was a dream that seemed far off. She punched a wall with her gauntleted hand.
"ARGGGGH why can't I find work or a crew anywhere in this place?" she said with annoyance radiating in her tone. She quickly built one of her scouting robots and sent it flying about the area 10m around her. Every bit of visual and auditory information it received was sent to her. There didn't seem to be anything happening at all.
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Post by RORY GÉROUX on Mar 9, 2012 17:20:41 GMT -5
Rory's view on the kingdom of Ilusia was a consistent indifference, he disliked places like this for the bustling crowds, the life, but the thick fog that layered the town alone was enough to even the odds. He was something of a fan of fog, steam, smoke, anything of the like, it was a secret pleasure of his, and probably why he picked up smoking from time to time. There were times where he'd light up just so he could watch the plumes of smoke sift through the sky. He fished through his pocket, expecting a cigarette case, but found nothing. A warning sign that he should keep his smoking binges to a minimum; there were times when he definitely went over the edge. There were probably cheaper ways to address his pleasures.
Slowly crawling through the streets he had time to assess anything that caught his eye, in a town so profoundly known for it's gadgets it was easy to find something worth notice, and he frequently did, pausing every few minutes for something or another, before drifting off again, he never once attempted to initiate conversation during any of his stops. At the point of excess boredom he pulled himself aside, to find himself somewhere to rest, or as he reasoned, just stand there. Then he spotted a fair enough wall, and he thought to himself, that will do. His eyes drifted steadily along as he stepped onward, the way they always did when he when he was around people, and he had for the briefest moment noted a single woman, lurched over in work, he always looked out for abnormalities like this. She could be crafting something dangerous he mused.
Even as the dingy machine as it took flight it was still arguably dangerous, if it malfunctioned there could be people getting pelted with metal spheres. Drifting off course he addressed the woman, or more so the object, "What is it?" He pointed at the small object as it drifted away. It seemed awkward among the sky, a small metal darting up and down in the mucky sky. |
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Post by CATHERINE C. WEST on Mar 11, 2012 10:45:34 GMT -5
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"A scouting robot." she replied without really thinking. "Not great in this sort of environment, but it has its uses." She looked at Rory. Had she seen him around Ilusia before? Possibly. She had seen many people and many things around this kingdom. Still, she was pretty sure she hadn't seen this guy before. She hoped he wouldn't be a threat to her as she was not in the mood for fighting right now. All she wanted was a job that used her skills.
"I'm using it to look for any people who might need the help of a mechanic or shipwright." she added as an explanation. She would not mention she wanted to join a pirate crew and was in fact a pirate. He might get the wrong idea and call the marines or he could be a hunter and that would be just as bad. Still, breaking out of jail had its advantages.
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Post by RORY GÉROUX on Mar 11, 2012 15:22:55 GMT -5
He was zoned out the moment he heard scouter robot, so that's what it was? He didn't care for the details on the machine, he only asked what it was after all, though he had figured the person would some prideful quips to add. "Cool," he didn't think so, but the lie still escaped his lips. He flicked his charcoal black orbs upwards, gazing off into the polluted nowhere. It wasn't abnormal, he was a man of very few words. very. few. If he didn't stalk away, he certainly didn't serenade the soil with words.
Maybe he would hang around until the gadget landed, see if it's flight was successful. But that also meant he should probably say something to keep things from looking too awkward, "how does it work?' He had no plan on listening to a full scale explanation, but he imagined it would keep her busy, and that was good enough. He stuffed his hands inside his pockets and took a long soothing breathe, he was probably inhaling thousands of chemicals and things that would come back to bite him in later years, but he didn't mind it. He didn't plan to live a long life anyways.
Plus, it was time to sit back and relax, cause this could be a long ride. It was a mystery how much battery power that tin can might hold. |
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Post by CATHERINE C. WEST on Mar 12, 2012 10:54:59 GMT -5
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A guy who actually wanted to know how her scout robots actually worked? Or was he just being polite. Either way it was nice to talk about her work. She decided to keep her explanation quite simple and didn't spend too long on it either.
"It needs a lot of work." she finished sort of lamely and chuckled. "Its functional, but its range is tiny and if it gets attacked...it can't defend itself." She tapped a button on the side of her visor and the scouting probe returned. It was rather wobbly in the air and it was quite slow moving as well. As it landed was quickly disassembled and she indicated some of the parts. "Its mostly cheap stuff you can get anywhere, plus a few specialised bits of equipment." She sighed deeply. There were so many flaws with the scouting robot. She really wanted to improve on it, but without money she couldn't afford parts and despite being a pirate she wasn't happy with stealing from anyone, except the marines and she couldn't exactly attack a marine base solo. "I need to find a way to help it see in other environments as well. This smog really obscures it vision. Be useful for when I can't see too well."
"If i had the parts or money to buy them....it would be a lot better." she ended and looked at him. "So what do you do for a living?"
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Post by RORY GÉROUX on Mar 12, 2012 21:56:18 GMT -5
Leaning back to face the sky he figured the machine was functional, otherwise it probably wouldn't have been fluttering away like it did, wading through the sky in a peculiar fashion, like it might just drop out of the sky any moment. But still functioning. However, his hollow black orbs drawn back to the inventor, he found himself wondering what other gadgets concoct. It was one of his more typical passing whims for when he had nothing to do or say, but a fleeting thought like that never came to words, it expressed a matter of interest, and that he did not openly share. It was one of those spots reserved for those oh so special people.
And it began to feel like the time for good byes, a quick exit, the object was working it's way down, and he was growing bored. But then it struck him, the sheer finesse of the little mechanical hovercraft. "How does the scanning work," he chided in quite casually, his eyes traveled to the scanner and back. He could quite possibly want one for his own uses, as much as he hated having luggage. But first he wanted to learn a little more about it, which spoke volumes with him, a man who had moments ago only cared to know a name.
"I do this and that," he tossed in at the last moment, leaving the answer intentionally vague. People didn't need to know what he did, just as he didn't necessarily need to know what other people did, aside from pirates, and at times he was even indifferent to them. Sometimes a man just can't be bothered to do it all. Or even some of it. |
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Post by CATHERINE C. WEST on Mar 13, 2012 11:35:45 GMT -5
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It seemed he didn't want to reveal too much about himself. Why? She had no idea, but she wouldn't hold it against him. It was his choice to be quiet and secretive. A freedom she would not take away. He seemed a curious fellow or perhaps just polite. She considered the best way to explain the scanning mechanism. It was probably the most complex part of the machine. That or the flying mechanism.
"Well, basically what it does it it uses its 'eye' to look at things and it can also hear things." That was the most basic explanation. It wasn't exactly true that it heard things. It was more that it picked up audio signals and recorded them. Sort of like hearing but not quite. "The information is then sent to me on my visor." That was another flaw in her machine. It needed a lot of work really. "Currently, it sends me everything it sees and hears. In future i'd like it to be able to be programmed to respond to certain things, but that would take a lot of work" Yes, it would take a lot of work before she was satisfied. Still, it worked well enough for now. It would be quite interesting to see it when it was done.
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Post by RORY GÉROUX on Mar 13, 2012 18:58:36 GMT -5
His expression ambled ambled between indifference and the most subtlest forms of disappointment, so to say, he looked extremely neutral, but maybe a little less caring. He had restrained himself from rolling his eyes at the vagueness of her reply. It seemed as if she was under mining his intelligence, which could very well be the case, but he was an intelligent sentient being and didn't appreciate the implications. She could have also just been one of the lesser fanatics.
"How does the eye record images?" He was quite possibly leaning towards just nailing the woman with questions just to get on with it, to just escape the lengthy road that came with slow and steady. He wondered if he could just pay her to give him some instruction guide, but then who was to say she wouldn't lie? He'd stick around a little longer, make sure things checked out, and try not to rush it. Or pressure her answers. There wasn't any effort really needed to do it, he was a natural stoic so keeping mellow was more of an instinct than a practice to him. |
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Post by CATHERINE C. WEST on Mar 14, 2012 15:04:22 GMT -5
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Damn. This guy wanted to know every little detail about her device. She didn't mind too much as it was a VERY basic scouting drone and wasn't anywhere near perfected. Still, she didn't like giving out her ideas. The only reason she was is that she needed something to do to keep herself entertained for a few moments. She looked at him for a moment deciding whether or not to answer. She guessed telling him how it worked wouldn't be too bad as it didn't really explain how to get it to do that. He'd have to be very smart to be able to work it out just from what she had said.
"It uses a special mechanism that takes in an image, much like the human eye, and stores it in a central memory unit before transferring it to me. It keeps a backup of the data until such a time as either the memory is full or I instruct it to delete the files." she said with a shrug. She considered this point for a few moments. It was enough to explain how it worked without telling too much. Definitely what she had been aiming for. "It would be a lot simpler with an image dial, but those are expensive." With that she began to slowly walk away. If he wanted more information he would have to follow her and ask. She wouldn't reveal everything to him though.
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Post by RORY GÉROUX on Mar 15, 2012 16:53:30 GMT -5
Words, very fickle words. Maybe it was the blandness of it all, or still his comprehension she was holding back, but he felt her words as inscrutably empty. It was clear she was siphoning out a little more detail, but it still seemed a little jaded, guarded, but he had to give it to her that she had the right to keep her secrets. Though he'd admittedly prefer she just stated she doesn't want to tell him the secrets. He was a stranger nailing her with questions. He only lifted his eye brow in a way that could suggest interest, a little aha like he found something exceptional in the rabble. No words came rushing from his lips though.
He contemplated just offering cash from some schematics, he could manage, he was a very intuitive thinker. And maybe then her lips would get a little looser. He noted her talking about image dials, she certainly wasn't sounding against a nice pay day. He was collecting thoughts when she began to stray, and you know what, he didn't give a shit any longer. If she wanted out she could go, he didn't play dog, and wouldn't cling to someone. Instead he lit up, a slim cigarette stubbed between his two slim fingers as he inhaled.
"Peace out tech geek," he'd recited as he watched her fade away, if she did in fact keep going.
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Post by CATHERINE C. WEST on Mar 15, 2012 17:34:29 GMT -5
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The man had now followed her. It seemed he had got what he wanted or perhaps he was lazy. Then again he may just not be the type to follow someone or he might not really be that interested. In truth, she didn't really give a damn. She was looking for work and hadn't found any. The talk with him hadn't benefited her in any real way except perhaps revealing to herself some flaws in her bots that she hadn't noticed before. What to do now?
"I think...." she said to herself thoughtfully. "....that THAT might work." WIth that she headed down to the docks. Maybe if she showed off her skills there then she would be able to entice someone into hiring her. Plus it gave her some practise, which was always good. Yes it would entertain her, if only for a brief moment.
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