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Summary: Original Idea
Lori is stealing money in order to buy parts from Twitch. Twitch keeps upping the cost of [Part of the day] and it's driving Lori mad. Twitch offers Lori a deal. If Lori will help him steal [Thing Twitch really wants] Twitch will give Lori [metal appendage of the day].
I'm going to assume the thieving plot is going to take a while to develop, so the pyromania will gradually come in while all the above is happening.
... So basically a more fantastical version of the movie Elysium LOL
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In the city of Begalf, there are Tweakers and there are Mechaniks. Tweakers are those who aim to change their body, modify it in any number of ways with the aid of technology known as Mechanix, advancing the transhuman movement. Mechaniks are the men and women who supply the tech and/or install it.
Tweaking your body in this way isn't illegal, but it is highly regulated and expensive. Because of this, the illegal counterparts exist and flourish.
A place encompassed with pollution dirty enough to block out the sky in a dense fog, Begalf is a dense city with an even denser population. Skyscrapers seem to extend up into oblivion.
The world runs on credits, a currency that is only digital and preloaded into plastic cards or microchips embedded into personal items. Many years ago, all the once-mythical creatures of adventures past came together in a melting pot and egged on the digital revolution. Humans exist, but so do elves, dragons, and whatever else you can imagine. Words such as mythological, medieval, and royal have all but been forgotten.
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ.
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/jISPGqe.jpg[/imgleft]Lᴏʀɪ Lᴇɴᴛɪʟ
A human slowly turning into a dragon who steals money and mechanix in order to cover up his dragon parts. Also sort of a crazy dumbshit.
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/uSVUZmC.jpg[/imgleft]Tᴡɪᴛᴄʜ
A Gremlin outcast, just trying to get her way in life the best way she knows how; through deception and greed. She suffers from Antisocial Personality Disorder.
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Lori is stealing money in order to buy parts from Twitch. Twitch keeps upping the cost of [Part of the day] and it's driving Lori mad. Twitch offers Lori a deal. If Lori will help him steal [Thing Twitch really wants] Twitch will give Lori [metal appendage of the day].
I'm going to assume the thieving plot is going to take a while to develop, so the pyromania will gradually come in while all the above is happening.
... So basically a more fantastical version of the movie Elysium LOL
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In the city of Begalf, there are Tweakers and there are Mechaniks. Tweakers are those who aim to change their body, modify it in any number of ways with the aid of technology known as Mechanix, advancing the transhuman movement. Mechaniks are the men and women who supply the tech and/or install it.
Tweaking your body in this way isn't illegal, but it is highly regulated and expensive. Because of this, the illegal counterparts exist and flourish.
A place encompassed with pollution dirty enough to block out the sky in a dense fog, Begalf is a dense city with an even denser population. Skyscrapers seem to extend up into oblivion.
The world runs on credits, a currency that is only digital and preloaded into plastic cards or microchips embedded into personal items. Many years ago, all the once-mythical creatures of adventures past came together in a melting pot and egged on the digital revolution. Humans exist, but so do elves, dragons, and whatever else you can imagine. Words such as mythological, medieval, and royal have all but been forgotten.
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ.
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/jISPGqe.jpg[/imgleft]Lᴏʀɪ Lᴇɴᴛɪʟ
A human slowly turning into a dragon who steals money and mechanix in order to cover up his dragon parts. Also sort of a crazy dumbshit.
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/uSVUZmC.jpg[/imgleft]Tᴡɪᴛᴄʜ
A Gremlin outcast, just trying to get her way in life the best way she knows how; through deception and greed. She suffers from Antisocial Personality Disorder.
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/8dvpYe4.jpg[/imgleft] "Lori Lentil. is that the name you go by these days?"
The man referenced could hardly be called such. Once human, he was now a varied assortment of red scaley dragon parts and mechanix. Red-tinted goggles covered his eyes, and his white "hair" was comprised of all feathers, a yellow scarf wrapped around his head in a pitiful attempt to hide it. Protruding out from his skull were two red horns, marking him as a dragonkin even though he had not been born such. His right arm was human and his left was automail. Both arms had been handcuffed together behind him, the back of a chair separating his arms from his his torso, which was clad in a bright red and gold vest that did fuckall of keeping him hidden from situations such as this.
Nevertheless, here he was, the scarf around his neck left dangling on the floor from its length, hopelessly entangled between his arms, making the situation that much more uncomfortable.
The man at the other side of the table Lori was forced to sit at was half mechanix himself. But unlike Lori, that man's mechanix were completely legal. Lori's were street-bought, one of the reasons he was here today.
"Funny," the other man, dressed in a black suit stated, "I would've thought you would be the talkative type."
It was then that Lori's huge, human mouth spread into a grin. His teeth were littered with plaque and stains, his breath stinking as he exhaled once. Then twice, a snort coming from him.
And he laughed.
"Why talk to you? You know me for all of five minutes!"
Lori threw himself backward, landing on his arms. Still laughing, of course. Lori wasn't immune to pain, but with his skin thicker than a normal human's, and half of his upper body being conveniently metal, it wasn't as if he had much pain to worry about.
Once he was on the ground, he kicked his right, and entirely dragon, foot up and into the table, shoving it into the other man. While the agent was pre-occupied with that, Lori's automail left hand began to heat up to a temperature hot enough to melt the handcuffs. In the process, he burned his human hand and melted part of his scarf, but hey, Lori was ready to take some losses.
After his arms were freed, he jumped up and roundhouse kicked the cop again with his dragon leg once more before running out of the room.
Lori wasn't in this to kill people, no. Just steal shit and run. The more he ran, the more fun the game became. It wasn't as if Lori kept a low profile. But then again, in a city of 150 million people, nobody really expected to be able to find anyone else very often.
Which was part of the reason, after Lori had punched out a window on the 50th floor, he turned around and stuck out his tongue before leaving.
"So long, suckers! Neh!
And off he jumped, scarf flailing behind him.
Lori wasn't exactly the most mentally stable person on the planet.
Surrounded by fog, he began coughing. He hadn't expected to be blindsided by toxic air. Despite how confident he was in himself, he'd never jumped out of a building before. A brief moment of panic flushed to the forefront of his mind before he started digging in his satchel for some sort of.. Something.. so he could stop his fall. Perhaps he hadn't thought this completely through.
No.
No he didn't, and now he was quickly falling to his death. Fuck.
Down below, he could see a fire escape. Fuck it, he thought to himself, and reached out for it, grabbing the railing with his automail arm and hoping it'd break his fall. The stairwell instead unbuckled from the building it had been attached to and ripped from the side of the building, but not before the joints in the automail arm pulled too taught and popped.
By this time, his fall was significantly slowing, and his chances of surviving were exponentially rising. However, he was quickly realizing he wasn't going to come out of this one unscathed.
His automail fingers still being able to grip, he threw himself at more and more iron pieces in hopes that one of them would prevent his body from splooging all over the pavement found at ground level.
The long story short is, it never did, and he wound up on his back with a totally gimp automail arm and a brutal headache with a very, very gnarled iron fire escape beside him.
BUT AT LEAST HE LOST THE COPS.
Lori considered it a win!
"Ow."
The man referenced could hardly be called such. Once human, he was now a varied assortment of red scaley dragon parts and mechanix. Red-tinted goggles covered his eyes, and his white "hair" was comprised of all feathers, a yellow scarf wrapped around his head in a pitiful attempt to hide it. Protruding out from his skull were two red horns, marking him as a dragonkin even though he had not been born such. His right arm was human and his left was automail. Both arms had been handcuffed together behind him, the back of a chair separating his arms from his his torso, which was clad in a bright red and gold vest that did fuckall of keeping him hidden from situations such as this.
Nevertheless, here he was, the scarf around his neck left dangling on the floor from its length, hopelessly entangled between his arms, making the situation that much more uncomfortable.
The man at the other side of the table Lori was forced to sit at was half mechanix himself. But unlike Lori, that man's mechanix were completely legal. Lori's were street-bought, one of the reasons he was here today.
"Funny," the other man, dressed in a black suit stated, "I would've thought you would be the talkative type."
It was then that Lori's huge, human mouth spread into a grin. His teeth were littered with plaque and stains, his breath stinking as he exhaled once. Then twice, a snort coming from him.
And he laughed.
"Why talk to you? You know me for all of five minutes!"
Lori threw himself backward, landing on his arms. Still laughing, of course. Lori wasn't immune to pain, but with his skin thicker than a normal human's, and half of his upper body being conveniently metal, it wasn't as if he had much pain to worry about.
Once he was on the ground, he kicked his right, and entirely dragon, foot up and into the table, shoving it into the other man. While the agent was pre-occupied with that, Lori's automail left hand began to heat up to a temperature hot enough to melt the handcuffs. In the process, he burned his human hand and melted part of his scarf, but hey, Lori was ready to take some losses.
After his arms were freed, he jumped up and roundhouse kicked the cop again with his dragon leg once more before running out of the room.
Lori wasn't in this to kill people, no. Just steal shit and run. The more he ran, the more fun the game became. It wasn't as if Lori kept a low profile. But then again, in a city of 150 million people, nobody really expected to be able to find anyone else very often.
Which was part of the reason, after Lori had punched out a window on the 50th floor, he turned around and stuck out his tongue before leaving.
"So long, suckers! Neh!
And off he jumped, scarf flailing behind him.
Lori wasn't exactly the most mentally stable person on the planet.
Surrounded by fog, he began coughing. He hadn't expected to be blindsided by toxic air. Despite how confident he was in himself, he'd never jumped out of a building before. A brief moment of panic flushed to the forefront of his mind before he started digging in his satchel for some sort of.. Something.. so he could stop his fall. Perhaps he hadn't thought this completely through.
No.
No he didn't, and now he was quickly falling to his death. Fuck.
Down below, he could see a fire escape. Fuck it, he thought to himself, and reached out for it, grabbing the railing with his automail arm and hoping it'd break his fall. The stairwell instead unbuckled from the building it had been attached to and ripped from the side of the building, but not before the joints in the automail arm pulled too taught and popped.
By this time, his fall was significantly slowing, and his chances of surviving were exponentially rising. However, he was quickly realizing he wasn't going to come out of this one unscathed.
His automail fingers still being able to grip, he threw himself at more and more iron pieces in hopes that one of them would prevent his body from splooging all over the pavement found at ground level.
The long story short is, it never did, and he wound up on his back with a totally gimp automail arm and a brutal headache with a very, very gnarled iron fire escape beside him.
BUT AT LEAST HE LOST THE COPS.
Lori considered it a win!
"Ow."
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]Photo by Serenity Valentine[align="center"]Twitch was on her way back to her shop after a business transaction carried out at the local strip club called The Lusty Lady. The bright neon sign was an affront to her eyes, though she got a giggle out of the graffiti that made the sign read "The Rusty Lady", something that was fitting given the amount of dancers with mechanix. The poor girl Twitch had come to see had desperately needed that implant to continue working as an exotic dancer and support her 3 children, and of course Twitch had charged her 3 times the amount the implant was worth. Twitch was a small Gremlin, only 4 inches tall sitting down. She weighed 4 pounds, which is grossly overweight by Gremlin standards, and had a very long tail that made up most of her 15 inch length. She had silky fur, that was had unruly flyaway curls that sprung every which way, and on top of her head sat a Tam O'Shanter, a Scottish hat with one of the Cummings Clan tartans, most probably a hunting tartan.
Twitch had vibrant turquoise markings all over her body, which accentuated her unfortunate body type. They looked even more vibrant against the Red Devil crimson of her skin. Her eyes were a platinum grey, set deeply into her skull and overshadowed by strong heavily-ridged brows. Her teeth were an old gold color, shiny, tall and thin, and well cared for. Her claws clicked on the dirty, cracked pavement as she rounded a busy street corner where a drug deal was going down, most likely cocaine though she thought she could catch a whiff of something a bit sweeter. Her dewclaws were enormous, and wickedly curved. She was unable to retract them, so they were always visible. They, along with her nose, and eyebrows were the same beautiful platinum grey of her eyes, though the shades varied slightly.
Twitch arrived at her shop, which was located in the scenic slums of Begalf, the roughest and most filthy part of town. Twitch was a hedonist, she only stayed her because this is where the customers were, as disgusting and repellent as they were. The minute she had enough money, she was going to move out and move up to the Diamond District of town, where the streets were rumored to actually be made of diamonds. Just the thought of diamonds made Twitch's eyes light up like the gems in question, and a lust for them shook her tiny frame. Twitch was very fond of two things, in particular, shiny objects and leather. She had a vast collection of shiny, though leather was in short supply and she desperately wanted some. So desperate, that she was still working in this shanty of a shop doing enhancements on the dregs of society, in the hope that one day she could find some leather.
She shook herself out of her reverie and shouldered the door to her shop open, closing and locking it behind her as she turned on the lights and started to clean up the mess from her last "customer", the blood and the bone and the organic detritus that was left on her workbench sickened her, she liked to keep things clean and efficient. She grabbed her cleaning cloth from it's place on the hook next to the workbench, and she set about scrubbing the bench down. She used a mixture of bleach, soap, and some Faerie dust that was was paid in for a particularly terrible job for a particularly ugly Faerie. It cleaned the surface and the rag and protected from any kind of diseases, which were absolutely abundant in her line of work. She walked over to the sink and scrubbed her paws fastidiously, before drying them and flopping down onto the couch in her work room to take a wee rest before her next customer stumbled through her door, or fell through the roof. She couldn't even count the times she'd had to repair the roof from incidents like that. The thought of that caused her to facepalm, rubbing her temples to alleviate the screaming headache she now had.[/align]
Twitch had vibrant turquoise markings all over her body, which accentuated her unfortunate body type. They looked even more vibrant against the Red Devil crimson of her skin. Her eyes were a platinum grey, set deeply into her skull and overshadowed by strong heavily-ridged brows. Her teeth were an old gold color, shiny, tall and thin, and well cared for. Her claws clicked on the dirty, cracked pavement as she rounded a busy street corner where a drug deal was going down, most likely cocaine though she thought she could catch a whiff of something a bit sweeter. Her dewclaws were enormous, and wickedly curved. She was unable to retract them, so they were always visible. They, along with her nose, and eyebrows were the same beautiful platinum grey of her eyes, though the shades varied slightly.
Twitch arrived at her shop, which was located in the scenic slums of Begalf, the roughest and most filthy part of town. Twitch was a hedonist, she only stayed her because this is where the customers were, as disgusting and repellent as they were. The minute she had enough money, she was going to move out and move up to the Diamond District of town, where the streets were rumored to actually be made of diamonds. Just the thought of diamonds made Twitch's eyes light up like the gems in question, and a lust for them shook her tiny frame. Twitch was very fond of two things, in particular, shiny objects and leather. She had a vast collection of shiny, though leather was in short supply and she desperately wanted some. So desperate, that she was still working in this shanty of a shop doing enhancements on the dregs of society, in the hope that one day she could find some leather.
She shook herself out of her reverie and shouldered the door to her shop open, closing and locking it behind her as she turned on the lights and started to clean up the mess from her last "customer", the blood and the bone and the organic detritus that was left on her workbench sickened her, she liked to keep things clean and efficient. She grabbed her cleaning cloth from it's place on the hook next to the workbench, and she set about scrubbing the bench down. She used a mixture of bleach, soap, and some Faerie dust that was was paid in for a particularly terrible job for a particularly ugly Faerie. It cleaned the surface and the rag and protected from any kind of diseases, which were absolutely abundant in her line of work. She walked over to the sink and scrubbed her paws fastidiously, before drying them and flopping down onto the couch in her work room to take a wee rest before her next customer stumbled through her door, or fell through the roof. She couldn't even count the times she'd had to repair the roof from incidents like that. The thought of that caused her to facepalm, rubbing her temples to alleviate the screaming headache she now had.[/align]
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/8dvpYe4.jpg[/imgleft] After giving himself about five minutes to recover, he let out swift exhalation and pushed any of the debris on top of him away from himself with his human hand. The police were going to exit the bottom of the building at any minute, and he needed to be out of here before then.
With a groan, he pushed himself up. Once he was standing, he bent back over to pick up the few credits that had evicted themselves from his satchel in order to occupy the ground. Placing them back with where they belonged, in the several seconds that passed, he realized how truly annoying it was to only have the ability to use one arm. His left and mechanical one was limp at his side and would no longer respond. Not even the fingers.
He snorted and quickly ran off into the distance, covering the urban sprawl. The unevenness in his footing was just as annoying as his dead arm. Over the past several weeks, his right leg had been morphing from human to that of a dragon. The other day, he finally had become unable to wear a shoe. He'd been stealing credits in order to pay off his Mechanik for a new leg. His mechanik, however, happened to be a little gremlin.
But that was neither here nor there. Now he couldn't even get the leg. He had to repair the arm, first. So it should've come to no surprise that his next stop was Twitch's door, banging on it with him human fist.
"Yo! Let me in before I kick it in for you!" Lori taunted.
He liked to joke. Of course who knew if anyone other then himself found his humor funny. But on top of that, he was a bit anxious. He didn't want to be on the streets right now. That anxiety inadvertently showed itself through his nonhuman, red and white fluffy ears. A bit like a rabbit's, they twitched and tilted toward every suspicious sound.
Lori hated them, but he couldn't deny they were superior to his previous human set. Even despite the red scales on his face leading up to them.
With a groan, he pushed himself up. Once he was standing, he bent back over to pick up the few credits that had evicted themselves from his satchel in order to occupy the ground. Placing them back with where they belonged, in the several seconds that passed, he realized how truly annoying it was to only have the ability to use one arm. His left and mechanical one was limp at his side and would no longer respond. Not even the fingers.
He snorted and quickly ran off into the distance, covering the urban sprawl. The unevenness in his footing was just as annoying as his dead arm. Over the past several weeks, his right leg had been morphing from human to that of a dragon. The other day, he finally had become unable to wear a shoe. He'd been stealing credits in order to pay off his Mechanik for a new leg. His mechanik, however, happened to be a little gremlin.
But that was neither here nor there. Now he couldn't even get the leg. He had to repair the arm, first. So it should've come to no surprise that his next stop was Twitch's door, banging on it with him human fist.
"Yo! Let me in before I kick it in for you!" Lori taunted.
He liked to joke. Of course who knew if anyone other then himself found his humor funny. But on top of that, he was a bit anxious. He didn't want to be on the streets right now. That anxiety inadvertently showed itself through his nonhuman, red and white fluffy ears. A bit like a rabbit's, they twitched and tilted toward every suspicious sound.
Lori hated them, but he couldn't deny they were superior to his previous human set. Even despite the red scales on his face leading up to them.
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]Photo by Serenity Valentine[align="center"]Twitch didn't startle at the loud pounding at her door, she was hardly ever startled by loud noises anymore. Or anything, really. She'd seen it all. She slid off the couch and slunk over to the door, her claws clicking on the hard cement of her storefront. "Lori, if you break that door I'll break your head." she deadpanned, opening the door for him and stepping aside. She closed the door behind him, and walked behind the counter, which was exceptionally high for her being the normal size that counters are. She climbed the little ladder she had propped against her side, and sat on the cushion at the top, where she conducted her business. The countertop was polished glass, and it doubled as a display case for some of her wares. She drummed her claws on the case, rolling her eyes when she saw the state of Lori's arm.
"What in the WORLD did you DO to my work of art?" she moaned, now knowing what the guttersnipe was here for. "Don't tell me, the cops are looking for you, right?" she asked, looking past Lori out her front window to see if she was going to have an oncoming storm of the Fuzz.[/align]
"What in the WORLD did you DO to my work of art?" she moaned, now knowing what the guttersnipe was here for. "Don't tell me, the cops are looking for you, right?" she asked, looking past Lori out her front window to see if she was going to have an oncoming storm of the Fuzz.[/align]
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/8dvpYe4.jpg[/imgleft]
"My head'll break your arm!" He playfully shot back beyond the door.
Lori jumped in as soon as he was able, practically stepping on the gremlin in the process. He didn't understand how she could live with being so small. Lori could barely live without being human. Or completely human. Or whatever he was not becoming quickly.
He didn't glorify her question about the mechanix with an answer. He did, however, get a smug look on his face that one could only want to smack right off him.
"Of course. When are they not?" He chuckled.
"No, but seriously. I need it fixed. Like now. You can do that, right?" His ears folded down slightly in concern, the grin leaving his face.
"My head'll break your arm!" He playfully shot back beyond the door.
Lori jumped in as soon as he was able, practically stepping on the gremlin in the process. He didn't understand how she could live with being so small. Lori could barely live without being human. Or completely human. Or whatever he was not becoming quickly.
He didn't glorify her question about the mechanix with an answer. He did, however, get a smug look on his face that one could only want to smack right off him.
"Of course. When are they not?" He chuckled.
"No, but seriously. I need it fixed. Like now. You can do that, right?" His ears folded down slightly in concern, the grin leaving his face.
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]Photo by Serenity Valentine[align="center"]Twitch
listened to what Lori had to say, despite having seen it coming the proverbial mile away. She shook her head, hating being rushed in her work. She was meticulous, detail oriented, she considered herself an artist and she hated to see it mangled like that. But she also insisted on being paid and getting what she wanted, so she had to make sacrifices. Then again, who didn't?
"Show me the money Lori, then we can talk." she says, climbing down her little ladder and padding over to the door and she pushes on a panel of the wall, opening a secret compartment that hid a button. She pushed the button, and the lights outside went out, heavy metal blinds came clanking down over the door and the windows, and a heavy metal bar slammed across the door frame, blocking the door. "I don't need the Fuzz here, so you'd best have some cold hard cash. Or my heart's desire." she says, sitting down in front of the door, waiting for Lori to impress her.[/align]
listened to what Lori had to say, despite having seen it coming the proverbial mile away. She shook her head, hating being rushed in her work. She was meticulous, detail oriented, she considered herself an artist and she hated to see it mangled like that. But she also insisted on being paid and getting what she wanted, so she had to make sacrifices. Then again, who didn't?
"Show me the money Lori, then we can talk." she says, climbing down her little ladder and padding over to the door and she pushes on a panel of the wall, opening a secret compartment that hid a button. She pushed the button, and the lights outside went out, heavy metal blinds came clanking down over the door and the windows, and a heavy metal bar slammed across the door frame, blocking the door. "I don't need the Fuzz here, so you'd best have some cold hard cash. Or my heart's desire." she says, sitting down in front of the door, waiting for Lori to impress her.[/align]
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/8dvpYe4.jpg[/imgleft] Lori's eyes rolled behind his tinted goggles. He reached in his satchel and pulled out a few cards, not really knowing how much was on them. He'd just hit up some rich kid's flat, so he was assuming there were thousands.
He tossed them on the counter. "Scan 'em," he shot back, as if a bit insulted that he didn't have enough to pay her.
He was quick to recover, however. "But how could you not love a face like mine, yeah? Certainly everything about me is to your desire!" He stepped back and reached his one able arm out, as if showcasing himself.
Then laughed at his own joke.
He tossed them on the counter. "Scan 'em," he shot back, as if a bit insulted that he didn't have enough to pay her.
He was quick to recover, however. "But how could you not love a face like mine, yeah? Certainly everything about me is to your desire!" He stepped back and reached his one able arm out, as if showcasing himself.
Then laughed at his own joke.
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]Photo by Serenity Valentine[align="center"]Twitch just stared at Lori for a minute, looking him up and down with her well-trained eye. "Ah, no. I know what I want and you are most certainly not it. Nice scales though, very shiny." she says offhandedly. She thought for a minute, then let loose a sigh that hissed through her teeth, as she crossed the room and climbed back up her little ladder to the counter. She took a machine out from under the counter and she scanned each card, one by one. "...Declined. Listed stolen from a Mister...Lis. Who cancelled them upon their theft. Losing your touch, eh?" she says, rolling her eyes.
"You're going to need something much colder, and significantly harder for me to fix that for you." she says, motioning to his arm. "Now, if you don't show me SOMETHING, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I have things to do, and this is a waste of my time." she says bluntly, laying down on her cushion, her paws stinging from her walk earlier. The pavement was rough on her pads and she's like to soak them, if this jerkoff would only leave her shop or give her something she could actually use.[/align]
"You're going to need something much colder, and significantly harder for me to fix that for you." she says, motioning to his arm. "Now, if you don't show me SOMETHING, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I have things to do, and this is a waste of my time." she says bluntly, laying down on her cushion, her paws stinging from her walk earlier. The pavement was rough on her pads and she's like to soak them, if this jerkoff would only leave her shop or give her something she could actually use.[/align]
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/8dvpYe4.jpg[/imgleft] "Shut up," Lori snorted, looking away as he readjusted himself. He didn't like her referring to his scales. She probably knew it, too.
But then the cards were declined. He growled. "I was held up!"
He ducked his head and shrugged his satchel off, dumping the contents onto the counter with his human hand. More credits cards and some gold coins fell out, among the menagerie of thievery tools, such as lock picks, knives, and even a tube for blowdarts.
Once the contents were dumped, he let the satchel itself fall to the counter as well.
"Take anything. I need two arms to work!"
But then the cards were declined. He growled. "I was held up!"
He ducked his head and shrugged his satchel off, dumping the contents onto the counter with his human hand. More credits cards and some gold coins fell out, among the menagerie of thievery tools, such as lock picks, knives, and even a tube for blowdarts.
Once the contents were dumped, he let the satchel itself fall to the counter as well.
"Take anything. I need two arms to work!"
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft][align="center"]Twitch narrowed her eyes in annoyance at the loud noise of the things clattering on the glass. She stood up and walked across the counter, pawing through the things that had been unceremoniously dumped in front of her. The lockpicks and other theiving tools didn't interest her, she had her claws that could pick the most delicate of locks. She picked up a gold coin and bit into it, checking that it was real. Luckily for Lori it was, so she set 3 gold pieces aside, and mused about the rest of the objects. "You're a wee bit short, Lori. Though, give me one of your shiny scales and we have a deal." she said, an unsettling grin spreading across her face. Normally her face looked serious, and sometimes even a bit cute; but when her face was cracked open and her long, pointy, golden teeth revealed her face took on a malevolent appearance. Her small-looking eyes were now mere slits, her entire face wrinkled which made her lose all semblance of being cute.
"You think it over, while I prepare for another customer's installation." she said, descending her little ladder quickly, stopping halfway and removing an eye from her counter, and carrying it to a box next to her workbench that held parts for installation. She took a clean rag and polished it, scrubbing away the minute bloodstains from its previous owner that likely only her expertly-trained eye would see. She pulled a strange device out from a drawer in her workbench and set it up. It looked rather like an enormous battery, with all kinds of hookup cords coming off of it. Twitch took the cord that looked like a needle-thin headphone jack and stuck it into a tiny hole on the back of the eye. She used her dewclaw to push a very tiny button located next to the hole on the eye. Then she flicked a switch on the device, and the eye's iris lit up first a mechanical green, then started to quickly shift through various natural (and unnatural) colors. She nodded to herself, satisfied that the eye was in working order and had been restored to factory settings.[/align]
"You think it over, while I prepare for another customer's installation." she said, descending her little ladder quickly, stopping halfway and removing an eye from her counter, and carrying it to a box next to her workbench that held parts for installation. She took a clean rag and polished it, scrubbing away the minute bloodstains from its previous owner that likely only her expertly-trained eye would see. She pulled a strange device out from a drawer in her workbench and set it up. It looked rather like an enormous battery, with all kinds of hookup cords coming off of it. Twitch took the cord that looked like a needle-thin headphone jack and stuck it into a tiny hole on the back of the eye. She used her dewclaw to push a very tiny button located next to the hole on the eye. Then she flicked a switch on the device, and the eye's iris lit up first a mechanical green, then started to quickly shift through various natural (and unnatural) colors. She nodded to herself, satisfied that the eye was in working order and had been restored to factory settings.[/align]
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/8dvpYe4.jpg[/imgleft] He watched intently while the gremlin pawed through the things. The suspense was killing him when she bit through the coin, and then had the gall to say he was short on cash. A personal insult, really.
"A- A scale?" The man was taken aback, gritting his teeth together.
Never his scale, no. Just the scales. Lori was a human and he was remaining that way as long as he had anything to do about it.
It wasn't as if he didn't wanted to part with a scale. It was simply a matter of actually getting them off. The last time he'd tried, it'd been a more than painful experience. Maybe there were special tools or something.
"I don't think I can really just pull it out," Lori relented, his voice a little soft.
Twitch then told him to think it over and turned away.
"Wait," he panicked, "You can take as many as you want if you put me under first!"
He frowned, and immediately added, his voice soft again, "As long as it's not the face."
He had quite a few scales coming from underneath his mechanix, and his right dragon leg was also beginning to develop many along his torso.
"A- A scale?" The man was taken aback, gritting his teeth together.
Never his scale, no. Just the scales. Lori was a human and he was remaining that way as long as he had anything to do about it.
It wasn't as if he didn't wanted to part with a scale. It was simply a matter of actually getting them off. The last time he'd tried, it'd been a more than painful experience. Maybe there were special tools or something.
"I don't think I can really just pull it out," Lori relented, his voice a little soft.
Twitch then told him to think it over and turned away.
"Wait," he panicked, "You can take as many as you want if you put me under first!"
He frowned, and immediately added, his voice soft again, "As long as it's not the face."
He had quite a few scales coming from underneath his mechanix, and his right dragon leg was also beginning to develop many along his torso.
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch smiled to herself, knowing Lori would give in. He needed the repairs, and couldn't pass up them up. She unplugged the eye, setting it in the box and storing the mechanism that had powered it. "Excellent, I'll collect my fee when you're under." She said, motioning for Lori to lay down on the operating table in the next room. She walked into the store room which was a closet in the operating room and started rummaging for all the parts she'd need. Bits and bobs, springs and coils, nuts and bolts. She had a little cart that she'd pile everything in, then drag it up to a mini hydraulic lift that would get her up to the table.
She wrestled a particularly large piece of sheet metal onto the cart, then dragged it to the lift, throwing the switch which lifted her to a podium next to the bed where she would keep the parts until she needed them. The podium had a mini sort of workbench that had soldering tools, batteries, little knives, anything she'd need to perform the surgery. It had running water, a wee sink was there for her to wash her paws or instruments. Twitch got into the cabinet under the sink, and pulled out a bottle and a syringe. The bottle contained a sample of the wine that was at the table of Queen Mab, the Winter Queen. It was very rare, and and very potent, it could knock a being of Lori's size out for the better part of a day with just a drop. She stuck the tiny needle into the bottle and pulled out only a drop of liquid. She replaced the bottle in the cabinet, then she walked along the little metal bridge that led from the podium to the bed, and sat down on the edge. "Whenever you're ready, Lori." she said in a bored tone.
She wrestled a particularly large piece of sheet metal onto the cart, then dragged it to the lift, throwing the switch which lifted her to a podium next to the bed where she would keep the parts until she needed them. The podium had a mini sort of workbench that had soldering tools, batteries, little knives, anything she'd need to perform the surgery. It had running water, a wee sink was there for her to wash her paws or instruments. Twitch got into the cabinet under the sink, and pulled out a bottle and a syringe. The bottle contained a sample of the wine that was at the table of Queen Mab, the Winter Queen. It was very rare, and and very potent, it could knock a being of Lori's size out for the better part of a day with just a drop. She stuck the tiny needle into the bottle and pulled out only a drop of liquid. She replaced the bottle in the cabinet, then she walked along the little metal bridge that led from the podium to the bed, and sat down on the edge. "Whenever you're ready, Lori." she said in a bored tone.
Lori crinkled his lips, not so sure anymore. Ultimately, though he shook his head and laid himself down in the chair.
"Just not the face, okay?" He re-iterated, still worried the gremlin wouldn't stay true to her word.
[[I'm sorry, I couldn't think of anything else. ;__; You can timeskip if you want. ]]
"Just not the face, okay?" He re-iterated, still worried the gremlin wouldn't stay true to her word.
[[I'm sorry, I couldn't think of anything else. ;__; You can timeskip if you want. ]]
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch walked up to Lori's arm and after sterilizing an area of his arm with an alcohol swab, she injected him with the syringe. "Don't you worry, you just relax...let wee Twitch go to work." She didn't have to wait long for the wine to take effect, once she was entirely sure Lori was out, she set to work.
She started by ripping the casing off the shredded arm and finding the places that needed the most work. The central wire that connected the arm to Lori's nervous system had a massive tear in it, the auxiliary power had a massive leak that was spewing oil, steam and other noxious fumes everywhere. Twitch covered her face with a paw, and ran to her workbench and put on a gasmask and her tinted welder's goggles and put her tool-belt on before she went any further. She ran back to her work, seeing that aside from the massive internal damage, she'd have to replace all the major joints; wrist, elbow, shoulder. And the shell would need to be replaced, which was far less tedious than the internal repairs.
She sighed, and and pulled wire clippers off her tool belt and climbed inside Lori's arm, starting with the central wire. She shredded the casings on the damaged wires and soldered them back together with precision. She pulled a specialized hose from the sink to his arm that siphoned off the leaking oil and stored it in a drum under the sink, making it safer for her to move around. She fixed the auxiliary power next, reconnecting wires, replacing a few that were burnt out completely, and replacing the power coil. "This is an expensive piece of hardware." she mused as she installed the new coil. "Hard to find, you bugger. Hardly worth the effort!" she griped to an unconscious Lori.
Next she rolled replacement ball joints across the bridge from her little cart to his arm, installing them from the wrist up, tossing the broken pieces off the operating table into a receptacle below that she'd empty later. Shen she had finally finished that, she took the enormous piece of sheet metal from her cart and put it on the workbench, using a welding torch to cut it into pieces, which she slowly but skillfully shaped to fit Lori's arm. She installed them piece by piece, fitting it together like a puzzle; or more like snake-scales. When there were no gaps, and the pieces moves smoothly over one another, Twitch considered her work done. She polished his arm meticulously from shoulder to fingertips, and when she had finished that, she crawled down to his leg to collect her fee. She pulled 10 scales from Lori's leg, stowing them in a hidden lockbox in her pedestal workbench.
With her work done, and Lori due to wake at any minute, Twitch set about cleaning up. She put her tools away, stored her mask and goggles, washed her paws, cleaned away the broken parts and put away the one she didn't use. She sat down at her workbench when she was done to wait for Lori to wake up, rather impatiently. She had another client coming soon, and she needed him gone.
She started by ripping the casing off the shredded arm and finding the places that needed the most work. The central wire that connected the arm to Lori's nervous system had a massive tear in it, the auxiliary power had a massive leak that was spewing oil, steam and other noxious fumes everywhere. Twitch covered her face with a paw, and ran to her workbench and put on a gasmask and her tinted welder's goggles and put her tool-belt on before she went any further. She ran back to her work, seeing that aside from the massive internal damage, she'd have to replace all the major joints; wrist, elbow, shoulder. And the shell would need to be replaced, which was far less tedious than the internal repairs.
She sighed, and and pulled wire clippers off her tool belt and climbed inside Lori's arm, starting with the central wire. She shredded the casings on the damaged wires and soldered them back together with precision. She pulled a specialized hose from the sink to his arm that siphoned off the leaking oil and stored it in a drum under the sink, making it safer for her to move around. She fixed the auxiliary power next, reconnecting wires, replacing a few that were burnt out completely, and replacing the power coil. "This is an expensive piece of hardware." she mused as she installed the new coil. "Hard to find, you bugger. Hardly worth the effort!" she griped to an unconscious Lori.
Next she rolled replacement ball joints across the bridge from her little cart to his arm, installing them from the wrist up, tossing the broken pieces off the operating table into a receptacle below that she'd empty later. Shen she had finally finished that, she took the enormous piece of sheet metal from her cart and put it on the workbench, using a welding torch to cut it into pieces, which she slowly but skillfully shaped to fit Lori's arm. She installed them piece by piece, fitting it together like a puzzle; or more like snake-scales. When there were no gaps, and the pieces moves smoothly over one another, Twitch considered her work done. She polished his arm meticulously from shoulder to fingertips, and when she had finished that, she crawled down to his leg to collect her fee. She pulled 10 scales from Lori's leg, stowing them in a hidden lockbox in her pedestal workbench.
With her work done, and Lori due to wake at any minute, Twitch set about cleaning up. She put her tools away, stored her mask and goggles, washed her paws, cleaned away the broken parts and put away the one she didn't use. She sat down at her workbench when she was done to wait for Lori to wake up, rather impatiently. She had another client coming soon, and she needed him gone.
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/8dvpYe4.jpg[/imgleft] Even though he was still a bit worried, he nonetheless was able to relax enough to be pricked by a needle and go out into the abyss of unconsciousness. To him, of course, it seemed that right after he'd closed his eyes, he was opening them again.
Once he came to, his right toes, or rather, claws now, curled. He sat up to pet his leg from over his pants. It was a weird, itchy feeling, but didn't hurt as much as he thought it would have. If his scales were actually worth something, maybe he could just pay with those every time?
His attention immediately went to his automail arm, though. He tested the hand, turned it, opening and closing his fingers into and out of a fist. Satisfied that it worked again, he smiled.
"Thanks," he chuckled a bit as he jumped up to his feet, wobbling a bit before standing fully upright.
After this, he turned and picked up the wrist bracers, putting them back on, as well as retying the yellow bandana over his metal upper arm, holding one end in his teeth. When he was done, he walked over to the counter and started shoving back everything into his satchel, including the credits cards that hadn't worked.
"I need a new leg," Lori stated, matter-of-factly. "When can I get it done?"
All his junk back in his bag, he lifted it over his head and lung it over his shoulder.
"And I'm assuming you won't take scales as a form of payment again? Or will you?"
His goggled eyes hunted around for the gremlin, she being hard to spot since she was so small. Once he did find her, he didn't particularly like the look on her face. But then again, she was always ugly. He couldn't read it. To him, she may as well have been a cat that was going to a rave.
Once he came to, his right toes, or rather, claws now, curled. He sat up to pet his leg from over his pants. It was a weird, itchy feeling, but didn't hurt as much as he thought it would have. If his scales were actually worth something, maybe he could just pay with those every time?
His attention immediately went to his automail arm, though. He tested the hand, turned it, opening and closing his fingers into and out of a fist. Satisfied that it worked again, he smiled.
"Thanks," he chuckled a bit as he jumped up to his feet, wobbling a bit before standing fully upright.
After this, he turned and picked up the wrist bracers, putting them back on, as well as retying the yellow bandana over his metal upper arm, holding one end in his teeth. When he was done, he walked over to the counter and started shoving back everything into his satchel, including the credits cards that hadn't worked.
"I need a new leg," Lori stated, matter-of-factly. "When can I get it done?"
All his junk back in his bag, he lifted it over his head and lung it over his shoulder.
"And I'm assuming you won't take scales as a form of payment again? Or will you?"
His goggled eyes hunted around for the gremlin, she being hard to spot since she was so small. Once he did find her, he didn't particularly like the look on her face. But then again, she was always ugly. He couldn't read it. To him, she may as well have been a cat that was going to a rave.
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch waited for Lori to fully come out of anesthesia and pack up his things. She fully expected him to have something ELSE he needed done, and she had also anticipated it would be his leg. It amused her that it took him a while to find her, a slight grin cracked her face, but disappeared as quickly as it came. "You are correct Lori, scales will not be sufficient this time. And you'll be happy to know I took them from your leg, not your face as you requested." she drawled.
She walked across the bridge and onto her pedestal, which she rode down to the ground. She walked around Lori's leg, poking it here and there and humming to herself. She sat down by his foot and looked up at him. "This is no easy job. You're going to need something BIG to pay this off." She said matter-of-factly. "Find me some leather, some REAL leather, and then we'll talk." Twitch walked out of the operating room and back to the store front. She opened up the secret panel again and pushed the panic button, which retracted all the metal coverings from the windows and door and the bar across the door. "Feel free to come back when you have some." she said, climbing up her wee ladder and sitting on her cushion, waiting for her next customer.
She walked across the bridge and onto her pedestal, which she rode down to the ground. She walked around Lori's leg, poking it here and there and humming to herself. She sat down by his foot and looked up at him. "This is no easy job. You're going to need something BIG to pay this off." She said matter-of-factly. "Find me some leather, some REAL leather, and then we'll talk." Twitch walked out of the operating room and back to the store front. She opened up the secret panel again and pushed the panic button, which retracted all the metal coverings from the windows and door and the bar across the door. "Feel free to come back when you have some." she said, climbing up her wee ladder and sitting on her cushion, waiting for her next customer.
"Oh come on," Lori pleaded, throwing his head around. "Like cow leather? Aren't cows extinct or something? That's too much!"
He stepped back and pointed to his dragon leg with both hands. "This is a DRAGON LEG, if you took a couple scales and they're worth something, then a DRAGON LEG should be super valuable! It should pay for itself!"
He threw his head up and groaned. "DRAGONS! C'MON!"
He stepped back and pointed to his dragon leg with both hands. "This is a DRAGON LEG, if you took a couple scales and they're worth something, then a DRAGON LEG should be super valuable! It should pay for itself!"
He threw his head up and groaned. "DRAGONS! C'MON!"
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch rolled her eyes, unamused by Lori's antics. She pinched the bridge of her nose with her paw, frowning deeply. "Yes Lori, COW LEATHER. And a SIGNIFICANT amount too, not just a scrap." She sighs, quickly descending her ladder to the base of her display counter. She pulls a lever hidden somewhere behind the counter, which opens another secret panel, this time hidden near the corner of the cabinet, in the floor. She puts her right paw on the scan-bed inside the hole, which scans her paw and bleeps to signify it was accepted. "Please state the password." an artificial male voice says from the scanning machine. "Fuckity bye." Twitch says into the little microphone above the scanner. "Password: Accepted." the voice drones.
Twitch watches as the panel slides shut and a stone staircase is revealed by a section of the floor sliding back into the wall. Twitch walks down the staircase, which leads to a basement that was more like a bunker. There were security doors for what seemed like MILES, in a labyrinthian configuration. Twitch walks up to a panel on the left wall at the beginning of the bunker, next to the staircase. She goes through another security routine, this time far more complicated. She scans her paw, a retinal scan, a DNA sample, voice sample, password, key-code, the list goes on. When she finally gets through all the security procedures, she inputs one final code and the whole room starts to shake.
The labyrinth starts to reconfigure, in what seems like a random pattern. But a specific door is placed near the entrance, which is what appears was the purpose of the reconfiguration was. She walks over to the door, and inputs one last key-code and the door slides open to reveal a room about 100x100x100 feet. And in this room are what seems like endless containers of taxidermy dragon legs of all shapes, sizes, and colors. "As you can see, I have no need of another dragon leg. I only took the scales because I wanted to see you squirm." she deadpans.
Twitch watches as the panel slides shut and a stone staircase is revealed by a section of the floor sliding back into the wall. Twitch walks down the staircase, which leads to a basement that was more like a bunker. There were security doors for what seemed like MILES, in a labyrinthian configuration. Twitch walks up to a panel on the left wall at the beginning of the bunker, next to the staircase. She goes through another security routine, this time far more complicated. She scans her paw, a retinal scan, a DNA sample, voice sample, password, key-code, the list goes on. When she finally gets through all the security procedures, she inputs one final code and the whole room starts to shake.
The labyrinth starts to reconfigure, in what seems like a random pattern. But a specific door is placed near the entrance, which is what appears was the purpose of the reconfiguration was. She walks over to the door, and inputs one last key-code and the door slides open to reveal a room about 100x100x100 feet. And in this room are what seems like endless containers of taxidermy dragon legs of all shapes, sizes, and colors. "As you can see, I have no need of another dragon leg. I only took the scales because I wanted to see you squirm." she deadpans.
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/8dvpYe4.jpg[/imgleft] Lori looked up with a huge grimace on his face while he pulled down on his red velveteen ears. "Why COWS?" He whined to himself.
When he was done throwing his own pity party, he noticed Twitch say 'fuckity bye'. His ears twitched while his arms dropped to his sides and he watched her go into some secret room.
"Oh, come. ON." he blurted, rolling his eyes.
Fine, he thought. He'd leave and go get her stupid leather. He had no idea where he was going to get it, but he was going to try. After slamming the entry door behind him, his human hand scrubbed through his feather hair. Geez... He pouted to himself.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/3OS4ZU7.jpg[/imgright]
"Why hello there, Lori."
It was the smooth voice of a millionaire who'd never done a day's worth of hard labor. Lori would've smacked the smug look right off the man's face were it not for him being much too busy being awestruck.
"It's as if the day couldn't possibly get any worse." The dragonkin muttered.
"Now that's no way to greet an old friend, is it? I come bearing gifts," Yen replied, smiling slightly.
"No you don't. You never give me anything but a hard time. Unfortunately I'm about this well stocked with those at the moment." He lifted his left, mechanical arm high above his head to illustrate just how much hard times he was having, which was inversely proportional to the amount of fucks he gave.
Which was a lot. Of hard times, that was. Not fucks. He gave zero of those.
When he was done throwing his own pity party, he noticed Twitch say 'fuckity bye'. His ears twitched while his arms dropped to his sides and he watched her go into some secret room.
"Oh, come. ON." he blurted, rolling his eyes.
Fine, he thought. He'd leave and go get her stupid leather. He had no idea where he was going to get it, but he was going to try. After slamming the entry door behind him, his human hand scrubbed through his feather hair. Geez... He pouted to himself.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/3OS4ZU7.jpg[/imgright]
"Why hello there, Lori."
It was the smooth voice of a millionaire who'd never done a day's worth of hard labor. Lori would've smacked the smug look right off the man's face were it not for him being much too busy being awestruck.
"It's as if the day couldn't possibly get any worse." The dragonkin muttered.
"Now that's no way to greet an old friend, is it? I come bearing gifts," Yen replied, smiling slightly.
"No you don't. You never give me anything but a hard time. Unfortunately I'm about this well stocked with those at the moment." He lifted his left, mechanical arm high above his head to illustrate just how much hard times he was having, which was inversely proportional to the amount of fucks he gave.
Which was a lot. Of hard times, that was. Not fucks. He gave zero of those.
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch realized that Lori had left, which annoyed her to no end. "Now don't get mad Twitch, he's just a source of income. I doubt letting him see your stash was wise anyway, given his profession." she mused to herself. "Jesus Fucking CHRIST I WANT SOME LEATHER!" she yelled suddenly, her voice echoing off the walls of the labyrinth. "I would do kill for it." she hissed, narrowing her eyes. "But that won't be necessary, that stupid buttmunch of a dragon will get what I want. And then I can retire, no more dealing with these abominable, filthy creatures." "Oh, when I have it in my paws finally I will never leave the bedroom. I can hire a servant and they can do everything for me. No, not hire, enslave. A Fae perhaps, they're gifted and SO easy to manipulate. And I have PLENTY of cold iron around. I could devise a contraption that would make sure they'd be my slave for life!" She started to laugh, high and cruel. She cut herself off, seeing that it was almost time for her next customer. She closed the door to the dragon leg room, after depositing the scales she took from Lori into a container in the section of the dragons with red scales. She returned the labyrinth's configuration to its previous state, then scuttled quickly upstairs to prepare for her next customer. "Fuckity Bye!" she said in a sassy tone, bobbing her head back and forth as she emerged from her treasure-hold and the floor slid back into place.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/3OS4ZU7.jpg[/imgright] Yen let out yet another soft smirk.
"Nice mechanix." His black eyes looked Lori up and down, taking in his new looks.
"You look a lot different from the last time we met. You must enjoy modifying your body to such a degree." He looked to his left hand as he rubbed his first two fingers and thumb together in small semicircles. "Must be an expensive habit."
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/ahCGYHY.jpg[/imgleft]"Ugh, I'm out of here," the dragonkin muttered, walking from the storefront.
But before Lori was able to get away, Yen reached out and grabbed Lori's human hand, holding him back. "I could you help you, you know."
Lori shoved Yen's hand away and continued walking toward the city.
"Not unless you know where I can get a bunch of real leather."
"I have some."
Lori turned around swiftly to eye the other man through his goggles. "Don't lie."
"I don't lie," Yen offered, placing his hands in his pockets. "I just want something from you in return."
Lori scowled, throwing his chin up in another unseen eye roll.
"I want to know where you get the dragon parts. Dragons are quite rare today, well... I would like to have a new pet, you see..."
"I don't modify my body with bits of dragon. This is me. I can't help you." Lori frowned. But then he quickly added, "How much leather do you have?"
Chuckling, Yen knew he was getting to the bottom of this. Greed. There was no way Lori could turn into a dragon. That was unbelievable. All he had to do was name the right price.
"How much do you need?"
"Pretty much the whole cow," Lori grumpled.
"You seem a little disgruntled about that."
"I'm trying to buy a new leg."
"Yes, I can see you're quite uneven."
Lori threw his hands up, a fireball escaping the two of them "Ugh!"
After he was done throwing his mini tantrum, he looked back at his older brother. "Do you have the leather or not?!"
Yen licked his lips, amused by Lori's ever-immature antics. "Like I said, I don't lie."
"Nice mechanix." His black eyes looked Lori up and down, taking in his new looks.
"You look a lot different from the last time we met. You must enjoy modifying your body to such a degree." He looked to his left hand as he rubbed his first two fingers and thumb together in small semicircles. "Must be an expensive habit."
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/ahCGYHY.jpg[/imgleft]"Ugh, I'm out of here," the dragonkin muttered, walking from the storefront.
But before Lori was able to get away, Yen reached out and grabbed Lori's human hand, holding him back. "I could you help you, you know."
Lori shoved Yen's hand away and continued walking toward the city.
"Not unless you know where I can get a bunch of real leather."
"I have some."
Lori turned around swiftly to eye the other man through his goggles. "Don't lie."
"I don't lie," Yen offered, placing his hands in his pockets. "I just want something from you in return."
Lori scowled, throwing his chin up in another unseen eye roll.
"I want to know where you get the dragon parts. Dragons are quite rare today, well... I would like to have a new pet, you see..."
"I don't modify my body with bits of dragon. This is me. I can't help you." Lori frowned. But then he quickly added, "How much leather do you have?"
Chuckling, Yen knew he was getting to the bottom of this. Greed. There was no way Lori could turn into a dragon. That was unbelievable. All he had to do was name the right price.
"How much do you need?"
"Pretty much the whole cow," Lori grumpled.
"You seem a little disgruntled about that."
"I'm trying to buy a new leg."
"Yes, I can see you're quite uneven."
Lori threw his hands up, a fireball escaping the two of them "Ugh!"
After he was done throwing his mini tantrum, he looked back at his older brother. "Do you have the leather or not?!"
Yen licked his lips, amused by Lori's ever-immature antics. "Like I said, I don't lie."
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch was startled by the sudden noise, and burnt herself on the soldering iron she had been using to affix some wires to left-over ocular nerves. She popped her head out of the ogre's eyesocket which she was currently buried in, installing a new eye. "Oh for FUCKS SAKE. TAKE IT SOMEWHERE ELSE OR I WILL BLOW YOU OFF THE FACE OF THIS PLANET!" She yells angrily, clawing her way back into the ogre's skull to finish her work, hopefully undisturbed.
[imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/ahCGYHY.jpg[/imgleft][imgright]http://i.imgur.com/3OS4ZU7.jpg[/imgright]The brothers turned to voice coming from inside the building.
"Friend of yours?" Yen chuckled.
"Something like that," Lori glowered.
"Well then," Yen shrugged, beginning to walk away, "Let's go to my home. We can discuss business, there."
"Listen Yen, I've had a pretty messed up day today. I just want to get some sleep." The dragonkin said, reluctant to follow the human.
The black haired man motioned for Lori to follow. "You can sleep over. We can catch up. It's been a few years. I only recognized you because of that ridiculous getup you always wear." He paused to let Lori seethe at the insult. "And the family heirloom, of course."
The heirloom being the jewel at the center of the vest in Lori's bright ensemble.
"He is so lucky we share a mother," Lori thought to himself. His anger bubbled up within him, but he kept trying to remind himself he only had to put up with Yen for as long as it took to get himself the leather.
Two days later, Lori had given his millionaire of a brother the location to some dragon pit Lori hoped still held dragons. The journey was several days out, and Lori had convinced the man to let him have the leather on the interim. A full hide, with a few tears, but nonetheless intact. It was probably more than that stupid gremlin ever needed.
He'd rolled up the material and shoved it into his bag, prancing off to his Mechanik. Knocking at the door once more.
"Guess who, it's your bestest pal!" Lori grinned.
The last two days had been a steaming pile of crap, and his day was looking brighter every second he got closer to removing the dragon leg from his body.
Lori had been cursed approximately three years a go. He was 100% human. But now, he was slowly turning into a dragon. He hated it. Every minute of it. He liked to pretend it wasn't happening. When his left arm had become completely dragon-like, he'd made the decision to remove it. Now his right leg had made the transition. It was its turn to go. His horns, hair/feathers, and ears had come the first year. His arm, the next. This leg marked the third anniversary of the end of his human life. The quicker he could get it off him, the better.
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"Friend of yours?" Yen chuckled.
"Something like that," Lori glowered.
"Well then," Yen shrugged, beginning to walk away, "Let's go to my home. We can discuss business, there."
"Listen Yen, I've had a pretty messed up day today. I just want to get some sleep." The dragonkin said, reluctant to follow the human.
The black haired man motioned for Lori to follow. "You can sleep over. We can catch up. It's been a few years. I only recognized you because of that ridiculous getup you always wear." He paused to let Lori seethe at the insult. "And the family heirloom, of course."
The heirloom being the jewel at the center of the vest in Lori's bright ensemble.
"He is so lucky we share a mother," Lori thought to himself. His anger bubbled up within him, but he kept trying to remind himself he only had to put up with Yen for as long as it took to get himself the leather.
Two days later, Lori had given his millionaire of a brother the location to some dragon pit Lori hoped still held dragons. The journey was several days out, and Lori had convinced the man to let him have the leather on the interim. A full hide, with a few tears, but nonetheless intact. It was probably more than that stupid gremlin ever needed.
He'd rolled up the material and shoved it into his bag, prancing off to his Mechanik. Knocking at the door once more.
"Guess who, it's your bestest pal!" Lori grinned.
The last two days had been a steaming pile of crap, and his day was looking brighter every second he got closer to removing the dragon leg from his body.
Lori had been cursed approximately three years a go. He was 100% human. But now, he was slowly turning into a dragon. He hated it. Every minute of it. He liked to pretend it wasn't happening. When his left arm had become completely dragon-like, he'd made the decision to remove it. Now his right leg had made the transition. It was its turn to go. His horns, hair/feathers, and ears had come the first year. His arm, the next. This leg marked the third anniversary of the end of his human life. The quicker he could get it off him, the better.
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Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch had been doing a brisk business in Lori's absence, she had a number of customers come in with plenty of amazing things to pay her with. But none had leather, and she had reached the end of her rope. Her mind had started to unravel, she had become more erratic and was talking to herself almost all the time now, simply from her want of leather. When Lori swanned into her shop, she was sitting on her cushion, like she usually was. But the shop was less clean than it usually was, Twitch's Tam was askew, her fur unbrushed and more unruly than usual, her eyes wild; there was a mad gleam in them.
She cocked her head in a way that made it look like her neck was broken, she shuddered in a way that made it seem like she was undead. A grin split her face as she hissed "Loriiiiiiiiiiii...so glad to see you again..." she said each word slowly and deliberately. Suddenly, she whipped her head to the side and started yelling at what could only be assumed to be thin air. "SHUT YOUR MOUTH, WHAT DO YOU KNOW!?" She shrieked, face contorted into a snarl, spit flying from the force of her sudden outburst.
Just as suddenly she turned back to Lori, what might have been a friendly smile on her little face. It looked more like a puppeteer had pulled the corners of her mouth up into a farce of a smile. "So, what do I TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH owe the pleasure?" she asked, her little chest heaving claws digging into her cushion.
She cocked her head in a way that made it look like her neck was broken, she shuddered in a way that made it seem like she was undead. A grin split her face as she hissed "Loriiiiiiiiiiii...so glad to see you again..." she said each word slowly and deliberately. Suddenly, she whipped her head to the side and started yelling at what could only be assumed to be thin air. "SHUT YOUR MOUTH, WHAT DO YOU KNOW!?" She shrieked, face contorted into a snarl, spit flying from the force of her sudden outburst.
Just as suddenly she turned back to Lori, what might have been a friendly smile on her little face. It looked more like a puppeteer had pulled the corners of her mouth up into a farce of a smile. "So, what do I TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH owe the pleasure?" she asked, her little chest heaving claws digging into her cushion.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/ahCGYHY.jpg[/imgright] Lori was quick to come in and put his satchel on the counter, shoving his human hand into it and grabbing the leather. But before he could pull it out of his bag, Twitch addressed him in quite possibly the weirdest manner.
"Uh..."
And then she yelled at the air? Lori jumped a bit, and let go of the leather inside of his back, slowly pushing the satchel back to his side. His eyes jumped around behind his goggles, noticing the place in disarray.
"Maybe now's not a good time," he replied, suppressing his uncertainty. "Are you sure you could work with mechanix in this condition...?"
After the words left his mouth, he immediately regretted it.
"Uh..."
And then she yelled at the air? Lori jumped a bit, and let go of the leather inside of his back, slowly pushing the satchel back to his side. His eyes jumped around behind his goggles, noticing the place in disarray.
"Maybe now's not a good time," he replied, suppressing his uncertainty. "Are you sure you could work with mechanix in this condition...?"
After the words left his mouth, he immediately regretted it.
burn all the things 3
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch's nose shuddered, her face took on a look of concentration. She slowly turned and looked at Lori. "Leatherrrrrrrr..." she hissed, tensing her body. "Give it to me, then you'll get your leg." she said, licking her lips very slowly with her long prehensile tongue. "I'm perfectly FUCKING fine. I just need the LEATHER NOW." She launched herself onto Lori's satchel, and crawled into it, covering herself in the luxurious folds of leather. "Ahhhhhhhhh...FUCK YES!" she screamed in sheer joy, rolling and wriggling around on the leather like a cat does in catnip. "GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! FINALLY! AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!" She wriggled around on the leather for about half an hour, muttering to herself and screaming "FUCK YES!" at random intervals before she finally returned to her senses.
Twitch poked her head out of the satchel, now appearing to be back to herself. "I see that you have acquired the leather. The new leg is yours." she said in her normal deadpan. She climbed out of his satchel and leapt onto her cushion on the counter. "Fill out this form, please." she said, pulling out a clipboard from behind the counter with a form and a pen attached to it. The form read thus:
Name:
Limb to be replaced:
Reason for the limb replacement:
Color of casing:
Metal to be used for casing:
Backup power (Y/N):
If yes, what power source would you prefer?:
Would you like parts of your existing limb (if applicable) to be used in the installation?:
If so, what parts?:
Other specific wants?:
Payment being rendered:
DISCLAIMER: The mechanik (undersigned) is not liable for injury, suffering, or death that occurs during the course of the replacement (listed above) performed by the (undersigned) mechanik on the (undersigned) customer.
Customer signature:
Mechanik signature:
Twitch poked her head out of the satchel, now appearing to be back to herself. "I see that you have acquired the leather. The new leg is yours." she said in her normal deadpan. She climbed out of his satchel and leapt onto her cushion on the counter. "Fill out this form, please." she said, pulling out a clipboard from behind the counter with a form and a pen attached to it. The form read thus:
Name:
Limb to be replaced:
Reason for the limb replacement:
Color of casing:
Metal to be used for casing:
Backup power (Y/N):
If yes, what power source would you prefer?:
Would you like parts of your existing limb (if applicable) to be used in the installation?:
If so, what parts?:
Other specific wants?:
Payment being rendered:
DISCLAIMER: The mechanik (undersigned) is not liable for injury, suffering, or death that occurs during the course of the replacement (listed above) performed by the (undersigned) mechanik on the (undersigned) customer.
Customer signature:
Mechanik signature:
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/ahCGYHY.jpg[/imgright] Lori took a step back, not sure how to feel about her reaction. But before he knew it, she was in the air and in his satchel. Immediately, he yelped and tossed it off of himself as soon as possible. It fell to the floor with the gremlin in it, rolling around and screaming profanities. He didn't want to know. Maybe she jerking it in there or something. He'd have to get a new bag when she was done.
His whole body shuddered at the thought.
He went around to the back and sat on the operating chair, waiting for her to come out of the bag. He wasn't sure he wanted to interrupt her, but he didn't want to leave, either. Stuck in a precarious situation, his mind instead wandered to the gold bracers on his arms, which he decided to absentmindedly spin over his skin to occupy the boredom that overcame the worry.
Twitch had been in his bag for what seemed like forever when she finally came bounding out of it and talking like a normal being. "Finally," he mumbled to himself.
Much to his dismay, she handed him a clipboard and told him to fill out a form. He grumbled.
"This isn't legal, why am I filling out a legal form?" He tossed the clipboard to the gremlin, intending for it to fall on her head.
"I'm not filling that out. Just give me my leg. Same deal as my arm, just a leg. C'mon, now." He grit his teeth, mildly annoyed. "I waited long enough."
His whole body shuddered at the thought.
He went around to the back and sat on the operating chair, waiting for her to come out of the bag. He wasn't sure he wanted to interrupt her, but he didn't want to leave, either. Stuck in a precarious situation, his mind instead wandered to the gold bracers on his arms, which he decided to absentmindedly spin over his skin to occupy the boredom that overcame the worry.
Twitch had been in his bag for what seemed like forever when she finally came bounding out of it and talking like a normal being. "Finally," he mumbled to himself.
Much to his dismay, she handed him a clipboard and told him to fill out a form. He grumbled.
"This isn't legal, why am I filling out a legal form?" He tossed the clipboard to the gremlin, intending for it to fall on her head.
"I'm not filling that out. Just give me my leg. Same deal as my arm, just a leg. C'mon, now." He grit his teeth, mildly annoyed. "I waited long enough."
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch didn't see the clipboard coming and it hit her, it bounced off her head with a dull thwack. She straightened her Tam, licked her lips in a way that made it obvious that she was displeased. Then picked the clipboard up and put it under the counter again. "Fine, as you wish." she said, descending from her counter and going to the operating room and taking her lift to the bed. She pulled out a tape measure from her workbench and walked across the bridge to measure the length of Lori's leg. She made a mental note of the length and width of his leg, then rode her lift down the ground and started rummaging in her storeroom.
She loaded her cart with the ball joints, power coil, couplings, wires, and the sheet metal she'd use to create the casing. She laboriously dragged the cart, which was now quite heavy, over to the lift and rode up with it. She went under her sink and filled a syringe with more of the anesthetic, then walked across the bridge and gave Lori the injection. "Sweet dreams jackass." she deadpanned.
She loaded her cart with the ball joints, power coil, couplings, wires, and the sheet metal she'd use to create the casing. She laboriously dragged the cart, which was now quite heavy, over to the lift and rode up with it. She went under her sink and filled a syringe with more of the anesthetic, then walked across the bridge and gave Lori the injection. "Sweet dreams jackass." she deadpanned.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/ahCGYHY.jpg[/imgright] Once Twitch left to gather supplies, Lori stood up and unceremoniously dropped trou. Shame was not in his character description. He kicked his pants to the side and sat back down in the chair properly, waiting for the gremlin to come back.
But then when she poked him with the needle, she said something very worrying.
Hey, wait!
Of course he was out cold before he could even get a mumble out.
But being as this anesthesia was not anesthesia, but wine off Queen Mab's table, it wasn't long before the dreams started.
Lori had been a fairly normal human kid. Had a brother and nice parents. His parents were history buffs and loved to regale their sons with all sorts of stories about places where there were no cities or credits or even humans, sometimes. Some stories encompassed alternate realities were magic didn't exist and humans were the only sentient species. It was all so unreal, and Lori had sucked it all in with limitless enthusiasm.
His brother, Yen, liked history but for a completely different reason: money. He separated himself from the family early on and became a self-made millionaire. Of course, his own history didn't leave him. He became an artifact collector some time later. On the other hand, Lori was growing up to be quite an eccentric piece of work. He liked comedy and was putting on shows at the theatre for cheap. He never made it very big, but he enjoyed the job. He loved the thief characters from arabic past and became enthralled with playing those characters. One could say he took the character study of them a little too far.
When he was 20, his parents invited him to go on an archeology dig. They were going to Dragon Valley, a place far to the east where dragons came to die. Dragons were a highly endangered species, their remains heavily protected. This was a unique opportunity and Lori jumped on it.
The Lentil family line was rumored to be dragon hunters millenia ago. As such, it was a history close to Lori's heart. He flew there with his parents. They never made it to the valley however, as a freak storm sabotaged the aircraft. His parents died in the storm.
He didn't remember much of the storm, other than the fall.
The fall seemed to last forever, and the fall was what he would always live through again after using Queen Mab's wine.
But then when she poked him with the needle, she said something very worrying.
Hey, wait!
Of course he was out cold before he could even get a mumble out.
But being as this anesthesia was not anesthesia, but wine off Queen Mab's table, it wasn't long before the dreams started.
Lori had been a fairly normal human kid. Had a brother and nice parents. His parents were history buffs and loved to regale their sons with all sorts of stories about places where there were no cities or credits or even humans, sometimes. Some stories encompassed alternate realities were magic didn't exist and humans were the only sentient species. It was all so unreal, and Lori had sucked it all in with limitless enthusiasm.
His brother, Yen, liked history but for a completely different reason: money. He separated himself from the family early on and became a self-made millionaire. Of course, his own history didn't leave him. He became an artifact collector some time later. On the other hand, Lori was growing up to be quite an eccentric piece of work. He liked comedy and was putting on shows at the theatre for cheap. He never made it very big, but he enjoyed the job. He loved the thief characters from arabic past and became enthralled with playing those characters. One could say he took the character study of them a little too far.
When he was 20, his parents invited him to go on an archeology dig. They were going to Dragon Valley, a place far to the east where dragons came to die. Dragons were a highly endangered species, their remains heavily protected. This was a unique opportunity and Lori jumped on it.
The Lentil family line was rumored to be dragon hunters millenia ago. As such, it was a history close to Lori's heart. He flew there with his parents. They never made it to the valley however, as a freak storm sabotaged the aircraft. His parents died in the storm.
He didn't remember much of the storm, other than the fall.
The fall seemed to last forever, and the fall was what he would always live through again after using Queen Mab's wine.
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch didn't have to wait long to get started. She took off her Tam, stowing it safely in her workbench and put on her gasmask and welding goggles. She took the bone saw to Lori's dragon leg, severing it cleanly. Arterial spray flew all over her, drenching her silky fur. It was a feeling she rather enjoyed, but didn't get to experience often as normally she would have done things a bit differently. She would normally make an incision and reroute the blood to a pumping mechanism that would just replace it into the body as fast as it was expelled.
But Twitch wasn't in the mood for that kind of shit. So she let the spray hit her, and reveled in it. She did quickly staunch the blood flow, so Lori didn't bleed out, but he'd wake up terribly woozy, she thought with glee. She started at the hip joint, screwing the ball joint into the pelvis with bone screws, then assembled the skeleton bit by bit until she reached his toes. Then she started to apply the wiring, starting with the main line that ran to his spine, which she wired in the exact place the old nerves were, using them as the connection between the spine and the wire. Doing it this way made the body accept the limb more readily, and made the limb work much better. She installed the power coil for the backup power in a compartment in the thigh, for easy removal in case of a replacement necessity. Wiring the power coil to the main line was very tricky work, and Twitch wasn't in a good mood, or very fond of her customer at this time. She managed to get it to work though, but not with her usual swiftness.
She cut the sheet metal and applied the casing next, she considered her casings to be a work of art. A sculpture rarely appreciated. She fit every piece together for optimum protection and efficiency. When she finished, she climbed up to Lori's face, leaving tiny bloody pawprints all the way up his body. She sat down on his neck, glaring at him. "Oh, you'll be in for a surprise when you wake up, won't you? Jackass." she said, taking a swipe at his face with her right paw, leaving 4 slightly shallow claw marks and one rather deep one across the bridge of his nose. "Oops." she said, to no one in particular. "Clumsy me."
She leapt down off him, and sat at her workbench, doing some minor tweaks to a pet project of hers.
But Twitch wasn't in the mood for that kind of shit. So she let the spray hit her, and reveled in it. She did quickly staunch the blood flow, so Lori didn't bleed out, but he'd wake up terribly woozy, she thought with glee. She started at the hip joint, screwing the ball joint into the pelvis with bone screws, then assembled the skeleton bit by bit until she reached his toes. Then she started to apply the wiring, starting with the main line that ran to his spine, which she wired in the exact place the old nerves were, using them as the connection between the spine and the wire. Doing it this way made the body accept the limb more readily, and made the limb work much better. She installed the power coil for the backup power in a compartment in the thigh, for easy removal in case of a replacement necessity. Wiring the power coil to the main line was very tricky work, and Twitch wasn't in a good mood, or very fond of her customer at this time. She managed to get it to work though, but not with her usual swiftness.
She cut the sheet metal and applied the casing next, she considered her casings to be a work of art. A sculpture rarely appreciated. She fit every piece together for optimum protection and efficiency. When she finished, she climbed up to Lori's face, leaving tiny bloody pawprints all the way up his body. She sat down on his neck, glaring at him. "Oh, you'll be in for a surprise when you wake up, won't you? Jackass." she said, taking a swipe at his face with her right paw, leaving 4 slightly shallow claw marks and one rather deep one across the bridge of his nose. "Oops." she said, to no one in particular. "Clumsy me."
She leapt down off him, and sat at her workbench, doing some minor tweaks to a pet project of hers.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/ahCGYHY.jpg[/imgright] The plane blew to pieces and ripped his mother and himself out of the plane. His father was the pilot. When he fell, he couldn't breathe, but he could see. Whipped around in tornadoes, he could swear there were dragons causing the storm.
Lori's green eyes shot back and forth, trying to process what was going on while he flew thousands of measurements downward. He could only make out wind, lightning, dust, and bright colored claws.
One red claw came right across his face and...
"AUGH!" He whipped awake, with the tiny gremlin still ontop of him, having just swiped him back into reality. She jumped off and Lori glared at her through his red goggles.
"What the fuck?!"
Lori's green eyes shot back and forth, trying to process what was going on while he flew thousands of measurements downward. He could only make out wind, lightning, dust, and bright colored claws.
One red claw came right across his face and...
"AUGH!" He whipped awake, with the tiny gremlin still ontop of him, having just swiped him back into reality. She jumped off and Lori glared at her through his red goggles.
"What the fuck?!"
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch's tail was lashing around, and she just grinned that terrifying grin of hers. "Good Morning, Sleeping Beauty. There was something on your face. But I got it." She waited patiently for Lori to look around and notice the carnage around him. And on herself for that matter. "Now about my payment..." she hissed, her tail flinging blood every which way, even onto the ceiling. She briefly thought about drawing a design, but decided against it.
She rode her little lift down to the floor and started to drag his severed leg away, making sickening 'shhhhh shhhhh' sounds as it slid slickly along the floor.
She rode her little lift down to the floor and started to drag his severed leg away, making sickening 'shhhhh shhhhh' sounds as it slid slickly along the floor.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/8dvpYe4.jpg[/imgright] Lori reached up with his human hand to wipe away the feeling of gremlin, and came back with blood. "What the?"
He wiped his face again with the back of his hand, then stood up.
"You asscat! You ruined MY FACE?!"
He looked down at his pantsless self, admiring his new metal limb for a few seconds before concentrating on the injustice of what she had done to his perfectly chiseled features. Except she got blood all over his vest, too.
"AND MY CLOTHES?!"
He walked over to where his pants still lay on the floor and quickly hiked them up, after snapping them out in the air to make sure Twitch hadn't hidden anything in them. As soon as he was clothed, he followed Twitch, then stepped right over her on the hunt for a mirror.
He finally found one amid her sea of [strike]torture instruments[/strike] tools, only to growl at the scratch marks over his nose. He became so angry then, that he formed a fist with his left and mechanic hand, releasing his fist to reveal a small fireball when he turned to face the gremlin, who had the guts to demand more payment.
"Payment?! You got it! Your leather! Fuck further payment!" He tossed the flame in Twitch's direction, hoping for a split second that it would completely engulf her and burn her to death.
How joyous that would've been!
"Payment!" His anger turned to laughing in her face. As if it were all some sick joke. His mechanix readied another fireball in his hand.
He wiped his face again with the back of his hand, then stood up.
"You asscat! You ruined MY FACE?!"
He looked down at his pantsless self, admiring his new metal limb for a few seconds before concentrating on the injustice of what she had done to his perfectly chiseled features. Except she got blood all over his vest, too.
"AND MY CLOTHES?!"
He walked over to where his pants still lay on the floor and quickly hiked them up, after snapping them out in the air to make sure Twitch hadn't hidden anything in them. As soon as he was clothed, he followed Twitch, then stepped right over her on the hunt for a mirror.
He finally found one amid her sea of [strike]torture instruments[/strike] tools, only to growl at the scratch marks over his nose. He became so angry then, that he formed a fist with his left and mechanic hand, releasing his fist to reveal a small fireball when he turned to face the gremlin, who had the guts to demand more payment.
"Payment?! You got it! Your leather! Fuck further payment!" He tossed the flame in Twitch's direction, hoping for a split second that it would completely engulf her and burn her to death.
How joyous that would've been!
"Payment!" His anger turned to laughing in her face. As if it were all some sick joke. His mechanix readied another fireball in his hand.
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch stopped dragging the leg when Lori stepped over her, watching him carefully. She burst into laughter when she heard Lori's insult. "ASSCAT!? That's HILARIOUS!" she fell over from the force of her laughter. "I'd say it's a vast improvement! And those clothes are now quite fashionable with your own custom print!" she said, jumping up and prancing in a circle, leaving little paw prints all over the floor.
When Lori went to look at his reflection, she continued to drag his leg towards her cellar, struggling under the weight. Her senses warned her about the fireball before it reached her, and she quickly ducked behind the dragon leg, which was naturally fireproof. "OI! STOP." she commanded forcefully, despite her small size. "AND LEAVE MY SHOP!" she snarled, tensing; ready to fight her for life and her shop. But mostly her leather.
When Lori went to look at his reflection, she continued to drag his leg towards her cellar, struggling under the weight. Her senses warned her about the fireball before it reached her, and she quickly ducked behind the dragon leg, which was naturally fireproof. "OI! STOP." she commanded forcefully, despite her small size. "AND LEAVE MY SHOP!" she snarled, tensing; ready to fight her for life and her shop. But mostly her leather.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/8dvpYe4.jpg[/imgright] He stopped laughing, his lips forming a thin line as his shoulders broadened and he puffed out his chest, widening his feet. He lifted his left hand up, the flame reflecting off the material in the red goggles.
"Leave your shop?" Lori asked quietly. "You want me to leave your shop?"
He forced a chuckle, and looked straight down at the gremlin.
"I give you more than enough business and I pay you more than enough. I'm easy to work with, you psychotic little pussy. So I come in for a leg and you RUIN my clothes and you RUIN my face, and then you INSULT me by asking for even MORE pay?!" His voice had risen again.
He brought his mechanic hand up to throw the fireball, but stopped himself, closing the fist and quickly smothering the flame with a disgusted look on his face. After walking over to his satchel, he picked it up and put it over his shoulder. Then he reached in threw the leather down at the gremlin.
"You're lucky you're a mechanik," he spat.
Lori was a decent guy. Hardly ever got mad.
But she'd messed with his clothes and his face.
Those were the two things that quickly pissed him off. Especially his vest. There was a red-orange gem cut into the gold trim border of his red vest. That gem was his family heirloom. The only one of its kind. For it to be stepped on was not only an insult to him, but an insult to his entire family. And considering that he'd just woken up from reliving his parents deaths, he wasn't in the mood to explain just why he was so upset over it.
Not that the stupid cat would understand anyway.
"Leave your shop?" Lori asked quietly. "You want me to leave your shop?"
He forced a chuckle, and looked straight down at the gremlin.
"I give you more than enough business and I pay you more than enough. I'm easy to work with, you psychotic little pussy. So I come in for a leg and you RUIN my clothes and you RUIN my face, and then you INSULT me by asking for even MORE pay?!" His voice had risen again.
He brought his mechanic hand up to throw the fireball, but stopped himself, closing the fist and quickly smothering the flame with a disgusted look on his face. After walking over to his satchel, he picked it up and put it over his shoulder. Then he reached in threw the leather down at the gremlin.
"You're lucky you're a mechanik," he spat.
Lori was a decent guy. Hardly ever got mad.
But she'd messed with his clothes and his face.
Those were the two things that quickly pissed him off. Especially his vest. There was a red-orange gem cut into the gold trim border of his red vest. That gem was his family heirloom. The only one of its kind. For it to be stepped on was not only an insult to him, but an insult to his entire family. And considering that he'd just woken up from reliving his parents deaths, he wasn't in the mood to explain just why he was so upset over it.
Not that the stupid cat would understand anyway.
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch listened to Lori's words from behind the dragon leg, ready at a moment's notice to attack or flee. She flexed her claws and tensed her thighs, waiting for an opening. She started to leap, but decided against it at the last moment. She let the insult slide, given he was correct. He was easy to work with, paid EXTREMELY well. She was above apologizing verbally, but she wouldn't attack him, this time, and she MIGHT give him a discount next time. She leapt out from behind the leg and sat there in front of it, tail lashing violently. "I am not a cat." she said, before turning and dragging her leather towards her personal room.
She was struggling, the leather was very heavy and she was very small. And it left her wide open, and that made her nervous, but she didn't let it show. She was hoping to get out of this situation with herself and more importantly her leather intact. She'd rather herself be injured than her leather. She just wanted to get to her room and enjoy her prize, cursing her own impulsive nature, though not from any remorse about what she had done to Lori, or herself, but from sheer greed.
She was struggling, the leather was very heavy and she was very small. And it left her wide open, and that made her nervous, but she didn't let it show. She was hoping to get out of this situation with herself and more importantly her leather intact. She'd rather herself be injured than her leather. She just wanted to get to her room and enjoy her prize, cursing her own impulsive nature, though not from any remorse about what she had done to Lori, or herself, but from sheer greed.
RP RESUMES HERE..
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch had been tinkering at her workbench, doing a minor repair to the casing of a client's ear. It had some minor scoring on the outer edge that she was soldering closed, very tedious and time consuming work. She had been occupying herself with these little jobs, as they were the only work she found herself able to do. There was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, like an itch she couldn't scratch. It was making it hard for her to focus on the more laborious work.
Then Lori walked through her door, claiming to be her "bestest pal". She didn't pause her work, but said "I assume that means you got my leather. I'm sorry to say that the price of your leg has doubled in the time you've been gone. I now require two." drawled, sparks flying onto her workbench.
Then Lori walked through her door, claiming to be her "bestest pal". She didn't pause her work, but said "I assume that means you got my leather. I'm sorry to say that the price of your leg has doubled in the time you've been gone. I now require two." drawled, sparks flying onto her workbench.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/ahCGYHY.jpg[/imgright] As Lori walked in, he had the largest grin on his face. Finally, he would get his uneven dragon leg off him. He was done entertaining his fool of a brother and he could go on living his relatively normal life, right after his mechanik...
... Right after his Mechanik totally fucked him over.
One could tell the second the gremlin's reply had registered in his brain, because the grin disappeared right in that instant.
"What." the man said flatly. He didn't believe it. She was joking, right? She had to be joking.
But Twitch didn't ever seem to joke. Maybe this was her first attempt at one?
"You realize I just essentially sucked my brother's dick for the first hide, right? How much more expensive could mechanix BE?!"
... Right after his Mechanik totally fucked him over.
One could tell the second the gremlin's reply had registered in his brain, because the grin disappeared right in that instant.
"What." the man said flatly. He didn't believe it. She was joking, right? She had to be joking.
But Twitch didn't ever seem to joke. Maybe this was her first attempt at one?
"You realize I just essentially sucked my brother's dick for the first hide, right? How much more expensive could mechanix BE?!"
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch put her her soldering iron down, and removed her goggles. She turned to Lori to address him directly. "There was a raid on the warehouse I normally get my parts from. They are cracking down on security and my sources aren't willing to risk it anymore until things quiet down. To give you your leg, I'll need to make some of the parts from scratch. Thus, my prices went up. And for the record, I don't care what you had to do to get the first one. I demand a second." she said, and mused that it might have been the most she'd ever said to Lori.
"Now, either get me a second hide, or you won't be getting your leg". she added, before going back to her work, the ear was almost done.
"Now, either get me a second hide, or you won't be getting your leg". she added, before going back to her work, the ear was almost done.
burn all the things 4
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Lori dug into his satchel. "You haven't even seen the leather yet. You don't even know how much it's worth."
He took out the roll and waved it around a bit, trying to tempt her. "It's a nearly perfect cow hide. You'll never find another one like it. I'm sure it's worth far more than whatever it is you need."
Lori tried to stay serious. Serious wasn't exactly his strong suite. He shoved the leather back into the satchel and flipped his red scarf, which was still burnt at the bottom from earlier in the week.
"You don't even know how rare this type of thing even really is. You'd never be able to get your hands on it without me. And yet, I'm sure I could find another mechanik who would be more than willing to give me a new leg for it."
Lori dug into his satchel. "You haven't even seen the leather yet. You don't even know how much it's worth."
He took out the roll and waved it around a bit, trying to tempt her. "It's a nearly perfect cow hide. You'll never find another one like it. I'm sure it's worth far more than whatever it is you need."
Lori tried to stay serious. Serious wasn't exactly his strong suite. He shoved the leather back into the satchel and flipped his red scarf, which was still burnt at the bottom from earlier in the week.
"You don't even know how rare this type of thing even really is. You'd never be able to get your hands on it without me. And yet, I'm sure I could find another mechanik who would be more than willing to give me a new leg for it."
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch's ears swiveled to listen to what Lori was saying. Her nose started to shudder as she picked up the scent of the leather. It soothed the itch in her mind; she had to have it. She set the iron down, and turned it off. She lifted her goggles from her eyes and set them up on her forehead. She inhaled sharply, and quickly ascended her ladder to sit on her counter. "Show it to me." she demanded, rapping her paw on the glass of the counter impatiently. Her ears were straight up in the air, alert. And her nose was twitching so wildly it could have leapt off her face. "I can smell it, show it to me."
She was tempted to leap into Lori's satchel and drag the leather out herself, but she controlled herself. She would wait, and use her silver tongue to get what she wanted.
She was tempted to leap into Lori's satchel and drag the leather out herself, but she controlled herself. She would wait, and use her silver tongue to get what she wanted.
As the gremlin came closer to him, he instinctively put his mechanical arm over the top of it, protecting it from getting stolen.
"Why should I? Would you do my leg then? I doubt it."
"Why should I? Would you do my leg then? I doubt it."
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch grinned, her teeth glittering in the artificial light of her shop. "When have I ever done you wrong?" she asked, bending over to lick her claws. "I'm the best mechanik in this city, and I don't get customers to keep coming back by cheating or stealing from them...So let me see the goods. I'm not asking for you to hand them over, I just want to see." The itch in her mind was back, it was like a bug had gotten under her skin and was scratching at her skull. It was annoying her to no end.
"So either show me the goods, or let me get back to my work until you're more reasonable." she said, moving on to her right paw; her tongue rasping over her viciously curved dewclaw.
"So either show me the goods, or let me get back to my work until you're more reasonable." she said, moving on to her right paw; her tongue rasping over her viciously curved dewclaw.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/8dvpYe4.jpg[/imgright] Lori gave her sideways glance from behind his goggles. He didn't trust her, and clutched his satchel more closely to his person.
"When have you ever done me right?" he huffed.
But after thinking about it for a few moments, he reached in the bag with his human hand and pulled out the roll of leather, only as much as was needed for a half to peak out of the top of the bag.
"There. You see it." He shoved it back in the bag and turned to face Twitch more evenly.
"You could come with me to get the second one, if it's worth THAT MUCH to you."
"When have you ever done me right?" he huffed.
But after thinking about it for a few moments, he reached in the bag with his human hand and pulled out the roll of leather, only as much as was needed for a half to peak out of the top of the bag.
"There. You see it." He shoved it back in the bag and turned to face Twitch more evenly.
"You could come with me to get the second one, if it's worth THAT MUCH to you."
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch stopped licking her claws when Lori pulled out the leather. Her eyes glittered brightly when she finally caught a glimpse of it. It was everything she wanted; and more. It looked so supple and she could already smell that it had the absolute perfect smell. She absolutely had to have it, the itch in her mind became 10 times worse when Lori shoved the leather back into the bag. The bright expression on her face faded quickly, replaced by a heavy scowl.
"You've placed me in a difficult position. I can't just up and leave my shop, but that second roll of leather is far too enticing." She walked across the counter to a touch screen on the wall. She stood up on her hind legs and started to push various buttons on the side of the screen. The screen beeped and booped out a tone with each button, and the sequence Twitch was pushing was quite long. It sounded almost like a song. Finally she pushed on the screen with her right paw and a digital sort of ringing sound came from the machine.
[imgright]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...Masterside.jpg[/imgright]Ring-ring-Ring-ring; it rang for a little while, and then the screen made a static hiss and a went from black to a picture. The creature on the other side looked like Twitch, if Twitch had been 4 times thinner, svelte, black, and apparently male. "How good of you to call, Pet." the creature on the screen cooed. His voice was a silky baritone, with an accent that might have been from the north of England somewhere. Or what used to be England. He was black-skinned, with black fur on his head and neck, a little waistcoat-sized patch of red around his ribcage and a little patch of black below that. He had gold eyes, gold nose, gold claws, gold eyebrows and silver teeth. His markings were skeletal, and were a sick greyish-green. Twitch rolled her eyes when he addressed her. "Yes hello Master. I need you to come to the shop and run it for me while I'm off on an errand. It will be a long errand, so pack your bags." she deadpanned, while secretly extremely happy to talk to him. "Oh, going on an adventure?" he teased, smiling to show his glittering silver teeth. "I'll be there in two shakes of a lamb's tail, as the humans used to say." he said, after giving the matter some thought. "Goodbye, Pet." He then hung up.
"You've placed me in a difficult position. I can't just up and leave my shop, but that second roll of leather is far too enticing." She walked across the counter to a touch screen on the wall. She stood up on her hind legs and started to push various buttons on the side of the screen. The screen beeped and booped out a tone with each button, and the sequence Twitch was pushing was quite long. It sounded almost like a song. Finally she pushed on the screen with her right paw and a digital sort of ringing sound came from the machine.
[imgright]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...Masterside.jpg[/imgright]Ring-ring-Ring-ring; it rang for a little while, and then the screen made a static hiss and a went from black to a picture. The creature on the other side looked like Twitch, if Twitch had been 4 times thinner, svelte, black, and apparently male. "How good of you to call, Pet." the creature on the screen cooed. His voice was a silky baritone, with an accent that might have been from the north of England somewhere. Or what used to be England. He was black-skinned, with black fur on his head and neck, a little waistcoat-sized patch of red around his ribcage and a little patch of black below that. He had gold eyes, gold nose, gold claws, gold eyebrows and silver teeth. His markings were skeletal, and were a sick greyish-green. Twitch rolled her eyes when he addressed her. "Yes hello Master. I need you to come to the shop and run it for me while I'm off on an errand. It will be a long errand, so pack your bags." she deadpanned, while secretly extremely happy to talk to him. "Oh, going on an adventure?" he teased, smiling to show his glittering silver teeth. "I'll be there in two shakes of a lamb's tail, as the humans used to say." he said, after giving the matter some thought. "Goodbye, Pet." He then hung up.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/8dvpYe4.jpg[/imgright] Lori quirked a brow as the gremlin actually agreed to go with him to get more leather, and then started planning it. It was unbelievable.
Really? Really?
His ears twitched in disbelief. His mouth hung open.
Then when she turned back to him, he blinked a few times, unseen behind his goggles.
"So, that's it then. You're coming with me, now? Not even going to pack anything?"
He tilted his head to the side a bit, forcing his mouth closed and pushing his satchel behind him.
"You really want the leather that bad?"
He actually wasn't afraid to get his leg cut off by some other sleazy mechanik. But now it seemed he'd put himself into a corner...
OOC:
How come you never get on skype anymore?
Really? Really?
His ears twitched in disbelief. His mouth hung open.
Then when she turned back to him, he blinked a few times, unseen behind his goggles.
"So, that's it then. You're coming with me, now? Not even going to pack anything?"
He tilted his head to the side a bit, forcing his mouth closed and pushing his satchel behind him.
"You really want the leather that bad?"
He actually wasn't afraid to get his leg cut off by some other sleazy mechanik. But now it seemed he'd put himself into a corner...
OOC:
How come you never get on skype anymore?
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch just stared at him, unblinking; unamused. Well, a little amused. He looked like a fish, with his mouth hanging open like that, and with the scales too boot! "Yes, I'm coming with you. I have just arranged for my shop to be cared for in absence. Master is the most capable, and I have complete faith in him. Well, as much faith as I have in something other than myself." She reached behind counter and pulled up a wee-little saddle back. "I always keep a bag packed for emergencies. It has everything I'd need." she said, strapping it to her hips.
She watched Lori try to put himself between her and the leather. It amused her. "Yes, Lori. I want the leather THAT badly, as you put it." she said, tightening the straps on her bag. "Now, are we leaving, or what?"
OOC:
I'm on Skype all the time, we just seem to be missing each other, I think. That or for whatever reason my computer is doing stupid things, but I think we just keep missing each other.
She watched Lori try to put himself between her and the leather. It amused her. "Yes, Lori. I want the leather THAT badly, as you put it." she said, tightening the straps on her bag. "Now, are we leaving, or what?"
OOC:
I'm on Skype all the time, we just seem to be missing each other, I think. That or for whatever reason my computer is doing stupid things, but I think we just keep missing each other.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/8dvpYe4.jpg[/imgright]Lori was silent for a moment, trying to keep his amazement in. He swallowed, and then turned on the improv light in his head, the large, familiar, smug smirk spreading over his face.
"Twitch has got a master, huh? OooooOOOoo," he mocked, bringing up his hands and waving his fingers around.
He let out a 'heh' to himself, and brought his right hand to his face, index finger under his lip and thumb at his chin while his left hand was on his hip.
"I wonder if it plays the same in bed, too? AHAHA!" He couldn't keep the ruse and burst out laughing, charging out the door.
Lori wasn't one to stay being serious for long. It was a drain. But business called for business face. Now it was no longer business, and he could be a fool again.
Once outside the shop, he turned around, watching for Twitch, "Is stepping on you a thing? Do people step on you? When't the last time you've even been outside?" He burst out laughing again.
Oh, he was going to have fun with this.
"Twitch has got a master, huh? OooooOOOoo," he mocked, bringing up his hands and waving his fingers around.
He let out a 'heh' to himself, and brought his right hand to his face, index finger under his lip and thumb at his chin while his left hand was on his hip.
"I wonder if it plays the same in bed, too? AHAHA!" He couldn't keep the ruse and burst out laughing, charging out the door.
Lori wasn't one to stay being serious for long. It was a drain. But business called for business face. Now it was no longer business, and he could be a fool again.
Once outside the shop, he turned around, watching for Twitch, "Is stepping on you a thing? Do people step on you? When't the last time you've even been outside?" He burst out laughing again.
Oh, he was going to have fun with this.
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch rolled her eyes at his comment about Master. She had heard it all before, and it wasn't something she felt deserved her time. "How do you know I even sleep?" she asked offhandedly. She climbed down her little ladder and started to lock up the shop. She turned the lights off, turned on the security system, and deadbolted all the doors. She was about to walk out the door when Lori made a crack at her size.
She stopped, rather annoyed. "I have been stepped on, yes. However, the perpetrator didn't live long." she deadpanned, closing the door and following Lori out onto the street. "And I'll have you know I leave the shop rather often. I DO have a life outside fixing your fucking problems.Now if you want to make yourself useful, you can carry me." she said, sitting down by Lori's left boot.
She stopped, rather annoyed. "I have been stepped on, yes. However, the perpetrator didn't live long." she deadpanned, closing the door and following Lori out onto the street. "And I'll have you know I leave the shop rather often. I DO have a life outside fixing your fucking problems.Now if you want to make yourself useful, you can carry me." she said, sitting down by Lori's left boot.
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Lori tried to keep in his chuckling when she mentioned sleeping. "Oh, yeah, I assume Gremlins must reproduce asexually, by budding," he snickered.
Then he actually imagined that scenario occurring and freaked himself out a bit. How horrible if it were true! His ears flicked and the grimace on his face was only apparent for a millisecond before being wiped off with another grin.
He stepped away from her when she mentioned being carried and quirked a brow from under his goggles. "Oh? Carry you? And are you my master? I think not!"
Lori tried to keep in his chuckling when she mentioned sleeping. "Oh, yeah, I assume Gremlins must reproduce asexually, by budding," he snickered.
Then he actually imagined that scenario occurring and freaked himself out a bit. How horrible if it were true! His ears flicked and the grimace on his face was only apparent for a millisecond before being wiped off with another grin.
He stepped away from her when she mentioned being carried and quirked a brow from under his goggles. "Oh? Carry you? And are you my master? I think not!"
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch chuckled low in her throat, it rumbled in her chest. It was an eerie sound; ethereal. She suddenly jumped onto Lori's pant leg, and climbed her way up to his shoulder. She sat on the very end of his left shoulder, glaring at him. "If you aren't careful how you talk about Master, I'll neuter you and then you'll have to reproduce by budding." she said digging her claws into his shoulder a bit, just enough to make a point. "Consider you carrying me part of the terms of me coming with you. Unless of course you want to have me follow you. Keeping up wouldn't be the problem, if that's what you're thinking. Your problem would be you wouldn't know where I was. If I'm here on your shoulder, you know where I am, and you can put your scaly mind at ease." she said, gently stroking one of the scales on Lori's cheek in a mock-lovingly manner.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/ahCGYHY.jpg[/imgright] "Hey hey hey!!" Lori jumped when Twitch jumped on him. She felt like a rat climbing up his pant leg. And then she sat on his shoulder and dug herself in. He groaned. While wincing.
"My mind is decidedly not scaley, thank you," he spat, shaking his head, his feathered hair certainly ruffled by the comment.
After a moment to collect his thoughts he started walking forward.
"So how do you want to do this, then? I got the first leather hide from my brother, but I doubt he has another. I don't have any leads for a second hide."
"I didn't think you'd actually take the offer," he finished in his mind.
"My mind is decidedly not scaley, thank you," he spat, shaking his head, his feathered hair certainly ruffled by the comment.
After a moment to collect his thoughts he started walking forward.
"So how do you want to do this, then? I got the first leather hide from my brother, but I doubt he has another. I don't have any leads for a second hide."
"I didn't think you'd actually take the offer," he finished in his mind.
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch clung to Lori's shoulder as he started moving, amused that she had managed to get her way. "I would say start at the Black Market. If we can't find it there, someone will be able to direct us." she said, booping him in the side of the head with her paw. "Turn left here. The go down the side alley, make a right onto Main, and go to the black-brick building with the enormous iron door. Knock 5 times, and then hold me up to the slot that will open. I can get us in." she said, quickly, wondering if the scale-brain could keep up with her instructions.
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Lori interrupted her after she said black market. "Okay first of all, we're NOT BUYING the leather. Hah, yeah right. I'll go there if I want to be ripped off." he brought his hand up as if to shush her and then began walking in a completely opposite direction, which was his home.
"And secondly, even if we were to go there, I'm not going there with leather ON me, what, you want us to get robbed, too? Jeez..." He shook his head. Lori may be a thief, but he didn't steal from the people who fucked around in the black market. He didn't need her to get in either, he could go himself. He just hated going. Everyone was so serious. He used it for information, really. It was a last ditch attempt. Merely thinking about the market made him want to gag.
Regardless, he picked up his pace and began the run to his own home, which was more of a hovel underground. Once he was there, he put the leather in a safe, and took out some other items, and a few more bags which he strapped onto his waist and hips. Everything he could ever need to steal was all here.
Once that was done, he left quickly, running through the sewers to go back up to the ground level.
"I know what we need," he thought aloud. "We need to get out into the country. Find a plane..."
Lori interrupted her after she said black market. "Okay first of all, we're NOT BUYING the leather. Hah, yeah right. I'll go there if I want to be ripped off." he brought his hand up as if to shush her and then began walking in a completely opposite direction, which was his home.
"And secondly, even if we were to go there, I'm not going there with leather ON me, what, you want us to get robbed, too? Jeez..." He shook his head. Lori may be a thief, but he didn't steal from the people who fucked around in the black market. He didn't need her to get in either, he could go himself. He just hated going. Everyone was so serious. He used it for information, really. It was a last ditch attempt. Merely thinking about the market made him want to gag.
Regardless, he picked up his pace and began the run to his own home, which was more of a hovel underground. Once he was there, he put the leather in a safe, and took out some other items, and a few more bags which he strapped onto his waist and hips. Everything he could ever need to steal was all here.
Once that was done, he left quickly, running through the sewers to go back up to the ground level.
"I know what we need," he thought aloud. "We need to get out into the country. Find a plane..."
burn all the things 5
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch was less than pleased to be shushed, she thought it was rude and it annoyed her. But she let Lori do what he thought was best. And he did have a point, about being robbed. She wouldn't let her precious leather fall into the wrong hands. Or claws. Or anything. When Lori took her to his home, she looked it over with a critical eye. She observed the safety measures his safe had, just in case. Twitch was quite cautious, she didn't get ahead by being dumb.
She sat on Lori's shoulder, when he was strapping things on. She had rather hoped he'd get naked, so she could get revenge for his stupid and rude comments about herself and Master. But he didn't, she was quite disappointed. "I've not been to the country in a while. And I do love flying. And I love leather. I like where this is going." she said, grinning madly.
She sat on Lori's shoulder, when he was strapping things on. She had rather hoped he'd get naked, so she could get revenge for his stupid and rude comments about herself and Master. But he didn't, she was quite disappointed. "I've not been to the country in a while. And I do love flying. And I love leather. I like where this is going." she said, grinning madly.
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"This'll be interesting then," Lori mused, mostly to himself.
He then went off to a rich mansion, where a horrible segue was written about how his brother had a fleet of planes. Yen was a rich kid with a lot of toys. Lori decided to steal one. Being as his brother was still out hunting dragons, it wasn't too difficult.
A horribly written timeskip later, the two of them found themselves landing near a huge cave. This cave was not uninhabited. In fact, it was lined with many different, bright colored and rare fabrics. Gold coins, jewelry, and loose fancy stones were littered about the inside, after one entered through a tunnel away from the weather. This was where Lori lived outside of the city when he needed to get away. A vacation home, if you will. Lori didn't really care about the worth of things, he just liked the sport of collecting shiny shit. And that shown through his mismatched cave complex.
As they walked further into the cavern, it got darker and colder. Lori raised his mechanical hand and produced a small flame to act as a torch. The cave began to get wet, and finally they were at what appeared to be the area that acted like a refrigerator. Here, there were some meats in bags. Lori let the flame die and unrolled a bag, looking for a meal.
[[Sorry I'm just... Blech right now.]]
"This'll be interesting then," Lori mused, mostly to himself.
He then went off to a rich mansion, where a horrible segue was written about how his brother had a fleet of planes. Yen was a rich kid with a lot of toys. Lori decided to steal one. Being as his brother was still out hunting dragons, it wasn't too difficult.
A horribly written timeskip later, the two of them found themselves landing near a huge cave. This cave was not uninhabited. In fact, it was lined with many different, bright colored and rare fabrics. Gold coins, jewelry, and loose fancy stones were littered about the inside, after one entered through a tunnel away from the weather. This was where Lori lived outside of the city when he needed to get away. A vacation home, if you will. Lori didn't really care about the worth of things, he just liked the sport of collecting shiny shit. And that shown through his mismatched cave complex.
As they walked further into the cavern, it got darker and colder. Lori raised his mechanical hand and produced a small flame to act as a torch. The cave began to get wet, and finally they were at what appeared to be the area that acted like a refrigerator. Here, there were some meats in bags. Lori let the flame die and unrolled a bag, looking for a meal.
[[Sorry I'm just... Blech right now.]]
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch's eyes light up like the fourth of July when she saw all the shiny. Twitch loved shiny. She tensed, wanting to leap down and roll in the mounds of gold and expensive things, but she thought better of it. Just barely. She really wanted to. When it started to get colder, she started to shiver. She snuggled closer to Lori, snuggling under his scarf against his neck; scowling. She hated the cold, more than almost anything.
"It's bloody cold!" she griped, as a droplet hit her on the nose, which quivered and shook it off. "I simply cannot bear being in such a chilled place." She wriggled uncomfortably, almost as if she was trying to crawl under Lori's skin.
"It's bloody cold!" she griped, as a droplet hit her on the nose, which quivered and shook it off. "I simply cannot bear being in such a chilled place." She wriggled uncomfortably, almost as if she was trying to crawl under Lori's skin.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/ahCGYHY.jpg[/imgright] Lori shuddered as Twitch got deeper into his clothes. "Calm down. I'm hungry so I'm getting something to eat." As he spoke, his breath vaporized in the dark air.
He kneeled down on the floor and took out a switchblade, flipping it open and hacking a piece of meat off. It was some larger reptile. After getting a good chunk, he put aside, and rewrapped up the rest. Uncovered meat in hand, he put away the knife and went back up to more temperate grounds.
As he walked back, he held the meat in his automail hand and gradually increased the temperature of the metal, essentially cooking it while he held it. He grinned as he absentmindedly watched it. He loved technology. And magic. Working together.
Beautiful.
His meal began to smoke slightly. He kept on and eventually found a place resembling a living area, with a table and benches. It was here Lori sat himself down and finally bit into his prize.
Mouth still chewing, he spoke out the side of his mouth. "So I don't suppose you have some sort of game plan? Because I have no idea what I'm doing."
He would've laughed if he wasn't swallowing.
He kneeled down on the floor and took out a switchblade, flipping it open and hacking a piece of meat off. It was some larger reptile. After getting a good chunk, he put aside, and rewrapped up the rest. Uncovered meat in hand, he put away the knife and went back up to more temperate grounds.
As he walked back, he held the meat in his automail hand and gradually increased the temperature of the metal, essentially cooking it while he held it. He grinned as he absentmindedly watched it. He loved technology. And magic. Working together.
Beautiful.
His meal began to smoke slightly. He kept on and eventually found a place resembling a living area, with a table and benches. It was here Lori sat himself down and finally bit into his prize.
Mouth still chewing, he spoke out the side of his mouth. "So I don't suppose you have some sort of game plan? Because I have no idea what I'm doing."
He would've laughed if he wasn't swallowing.
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch grumbled loudly until Lori came out of the refrigerator, still chilled. Her skin was smooth, and wasn't protected where she didn't have fur. So she got chilled easily. She remained under Lori's scarf, against his neck until he started eating. She wanted some of whatever it was, so she pawed his face, luckily for him without her claws.
"Let me call my contact. He admittedly gets out more than I do, so I expect he would possibly have a lead." she said, pawing Lori's face again. "And give me some of that. I'm hungry too!" She started rooting around in her bag, and pulled out a small device similar to the one that she had used in her shop to make a call. She punched in another long series of numbers, and leaned over the device, holding it in her front paws. She waited, waited...
And then the screen lit up with the face of a fairy that had quite obviously been in the middle of doing some cocaine. They had a MASSIVE amount around their nose and upper lip. "YO! LITTLE DEVIL! HOW YOU DOING!?" she screeched, in a decibel way past what most creatures would be able to hear. "Yes hello, I need a lead." Twitch said brusquely, not interested in dealing with a fairy high on cocaine for very long. "I need some leather. Cow leather. A full hide. Where can I find it?" she said, frowning deeply. The fairy twisted her head around so fast, it looked like she broke her neck. She let it loll there for a moment, a blank look on her face, then she snapped it straight up, eyes lit up like city lights."OH! You're in LUCK Little Devil! I heard..." the fairy leaned in so close to the screen on her end that Twitch could count the granules of coke on her face. "I heard that there was some in Lis' mansion. You know the guy." she whispered into the screen harshly.
"Yeah, thanks." Twitch said shortly, and then hung up. "There you go. Now gimmie sommat." She said in a very annoyed tone.
"Let me call my contact. He admittedly gets out more than I do, so I expect he would possibly have a lead." she said, pawing Lori's face again. "And give me some of that. I'm hungry too!" She started rooting around in her bag, and pulled out a small device similar to the one that she had used in her shop to make a call. She punched in another long series of numbers, and leaned over the device, holding it in her front paws. She waited, waited...
And then the screen lit up with the face of a fairy that had quite obviously been in the middle of doing some cocaine. They had a MASSIVE amount around their nose and upper lip. "YO! LITTLE DEVIL! HOW YOU DOING!?" she screeched, in a decibel way past what most creatures would be able to hear. "Yes hello, I need a lead." Twitch said brusquely, not interested in dealing with a fairy high on cocaine for very long. "I need some leather. Cow leather. A full hide. Where can I find it?" she said, frowning deeply. The fairy twisted her head around so fast, it looked like she broke her neck. She let it loll there for a moment, a blank look on her face, then she snapped it straight up, eyes lit up like city lights."OH! You're in LUCK Little Devil! I heard..." the fairy leaned in so close to the screen on her end that Twitch could count the granules of coke on her face. "I heard that there was some in Lis' mansion. You know the guy." she whispered into the screen harshly.
"Yeah, thanks." Twitch said shortly, and then hung up. "There you go. Now gimmie sommat." She said in a very annoyed tone.
[imgright]http://i.imgur.com/ahCGYHY.jpg[/imgright] Lori sunk his teeth, or rather, growing fangs, into the reptile flesh and pulled his hand away, searing it. He then used his teeth and mouth movements to bring the meat into his mouth, hands-free. Once he was able to get some down his throat, he spoke from the side of his mouth again.
"Your contact?"/ There was a bit of disbelief, but then again, why shouldn't Twitch have a contact? Still, he was wondering why Twitch would call this contact now rather than earlier.
While he chewed, he watched the strange fairy interact with the camera. Occasionally he would wave the meat in his hand around, trying to distract the fairy's attention. But once it disconnected the call, he brought the meat toward Twitch, as if to let her have some. When she reached for it, he pulled it away, teasing her with a light chuckle.
"Lis? Like that guy I stole a bunch of credits cards from Lis?" He swallowed the last of the meat in his mouth and brought his hand forward again, only to pull it away from Twitch once more.
Hilarious. He almost choked with laughter. If he could still cry, he would've.
"He's back in the city. I can't go to his place again. I got caught last time."
He stood up suddenly, and dropped the reptilian meat on the table.
"I'm sure there's somebody out here who has some. We just gotta look a little.. Out there."
He had his thoughts on a certain dragon, but was trying not to dwell on it.
"Your contact?"/ There was a bit of disbelief, but then again, why shouldn't Twitch have a contact? Still, he was wondering why Twitch would call this contact now rather than earlier.
While he chewed, he watched the strange fairy interact with the camera. Occasionally he would wave the meat in his hand around, trying to distract the fairy's attention. But once it disconnected the call, he brought the meat toward Twitch, as if to let her have some. When she reached for it, he pulled it away, teasing her with a light chuckle.
"Lis? Like that guy I stole a bunch of credits cards from Lis?" He swallowed the last of the meat in his mouth and brought his hand forward again, only to pull it away from Twitch once more.
Hilarious. He almost choked with laughter. If he could still cry, he would've.
"He's back in the city. I can't go to his place again. I got caught last time."
He stood up suddenly, and dropped the reptilian meat on the table.
"I'm sure there's somebody out here who has some. We just gotta look a little.. Out there."
He had his thoughts on a certain dragon, but was trying not to dwell on it.
Fallen Archangel Serenity wrote: [imgleft]http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/...92f-59eb-4fdc-b500-49ed06c26b34.jpg[/imgleft]Twitch was less than pleased with Lori's teasing. She was hungry, and if she didn't get some of that meat, she was tempted to take a bit out of Lori. She gave up on the venture when he threw it on the table though, it wasn't worth her effort of climbing down him to get it. "Fine, do what you want. I don't care either way, as long as I get my leather. YOU asked me for help, since you were lost. You sure those scales aren't growing into your brain?" she snarked, now quite annoyed with Lori. "Just don't do something stupid and get one or both of us killed." She suddenly reconsidered taking a bite out of Lori, and moved to take a bite out of his neck.
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