North West of the Downtown area is what's colloquially known as the Warehouse District. It's an area which during the early years of resettlement thrived. Back when basic industries like lumber cutting, metal smelting, and other low end industrial businesses were needed because of poor trade routes to Earth Bet. However in the latter half of the last century repaired infrastructure back on Earth Bet led to a decline in Gimmel's more low tech industries and they were largely replaced by new high tech firms that focused on renewable energy and sustainability. This led to the dilapidation of the former warehouse and industrial zone. Low income housing, artist co-ops, and other things like liquor stores dot the area. One of the other prominent things of note in the area is a sculpture featuring a cracked motorcycle helmet with the symbol of those who fought on Gold Morning etched into both sides. A plaque at the bottom simply reads "the fallen".
Territory Owner: Undersiders Territory Base Income: $5000 Sub Areas: None
Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 3:03 pm
Money__: 00___Ｍｏｏｄ: Mood Here___Ｓｅｃｕｒｉｔｙ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Security Level Here___Ａｌｅｒｔ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Alert Level Here ________________________________Ｏｍａｋｅ ______━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The little masked girl wandered up to a warehouse. The sun still high in the sky she seemed to give no real shits about being out and about in costume. The teddy dropped to the ground behind her with a light thump. It was the one that opened the door as she skipped inside. She had a task now and she intended to complete it. In the back of this warehouse was a board placed on 8 cinderblocks, stacked and arranged into a small workbench of sorts.
She took a screwdriver from her small toolbox and appeared to be working on a small remote of sorts. The front panel of the remote hinged open and revealed half completed circuitry. She tweaked a thing here and there, prodding at it, and even getting shocked once or twice in the process. Holding the remote in the light she would hand this off to her teddy. He held it dutifully, watching the entrance to the warehouse. She started fiddling with a keypad with raised keys. It looked to be attached to a wristband of some kind. When it was finished, she started work on a small screen of sorts. "So what do you think Sir Frederick. How do we boost our signal to be of sufficient range?" She said looking at the bear. The bear would actually respond to the girl. "Im sorry, I dont really have the response to the question you are asking. Would you like assistance with something else?" The bear asked. She just sighed as she popped the screen together and folded the unit closed. She had a sudden pop of inspiration for the signal boost and she tweaked some of the programming in the board itself. After completing this, she figured she had her tools for the time being.
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_____❶ Drone Tinker: Your primary specialty as a tinker is that of creating drones to do your bidding. These mechanical minions are capable of performing complex tasks and can put up a fight against sentient foes, especially when they are massed together against fewer opponents. There is a limitation on size however as you are unable to build them larger than say a motorcycle. However what they lack in size can be made up for with an array of different appendages, armaments, and on board VI (virtual intelligence). -
Etain Hayes, aka Siren, approached the preoccupied girl without any caution or hesitation. A sign that the woman held no fear of the girl, and that she was familiar with the child. Taloned bird like feet caused a clacking noise as she walked with a rather long stride. Golden eyes peered at the parts and tools. Tinker stuff, Etain had never really understood it nor did she really care to try to. She'd dropped out of school young and had to hunt in order to survive. Science and other brainy stuff wasn't exactly her forte. Not to say that she was dumb, just that without an education she didn't really have much knowledge to draw upon. Still she was curious as to what her honorary little one was up to. Being part of that girl's life was important to the woman now and so was expressing interest in the girl's activities. "Workin on more cute stuff like Sir Federick, Megan?" The woman's voice was rather high in pitch and seemed to lilt like a bird's. Behind the noise was an air of genuine curiosity, like a good parent has for their child. It wouldn't really be that surprising, since having met when Megan was lost in the sewers the girl had been growing on Etain. Right now the child really did feel almost like her own. It was a stretch but with their age difference they really were capable of being mother and daughter. "He'll always be my favorite though."
Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 5:40 am
___Makoto joined her fellow tinker in the warehouse district, though she had access to her own warehouse, empty and ramshackle as it may have been. That was fine, the workshop below what was a storage space turned out to be a nice perk of officially joining up with the Toybox. The apartment at the top was old, but had a decent view, and most importantly no one around to pry into her business. She'd need to find a way to run better net here, though.
For now she headed down below, to check out the Toybox's play-place and set everything up. It became clear that while this place had basic amenities she'd need a boatload of other things. Her basic prosthetics would be fine enough when working and just sorta hanging around. Outside of that she'd need a test kit for pre-fitting parts, and specialty tools if she was going to work on her own limbs - which she got to work on right away. Her arms and legs had security bit bolts, made with patented designs so that they'd have to be serviced by the group who made them - and so that the user couldn't break stuff. Probably not a bad idea on Dragon's part, considering not everyone in DT who needed this stuff had the knowledge to be poking around in them. Naturally, Makoto gave no shits about that particular limitation, quickly fashioning her own with what the Toybox supplied. That would allow her to dig around in the well made, but relatively flair free technology, and repair it. She'd need to redesign the hardpoint connection to be quick release instead of just straight grafted onto her body. Dragon's parts weren't meant to come off when they went on, but Makoto's ambitions stretched beyond just having functioning limbs again. Most of the master tinker's work would be salvageable and transferable though, which was nice. Makoto spent a few minutes brainstorming on the quick release idea before setting it aside to work on something else.
Chip pullers, diagnostic connectors, replacement servo joints; all the things on her list, a combination of tools and small parts, were carefully crafted before she tossed all of her current needs into her daily bag for safekeeping. She had what she needed for now, to keep herself up and running, so it was time to really dig into making a set of cybernetics - in this case something based on Dragon's designs that she could tweak without ruining her own body. It'd be mostly design work, her PC parts weren't scheduled to get here until later in the day, but once they did the toybox's small scale fabrication machines could be put to use.
Storage Points: ▽ Basic Messenger Bag
Items in Possession: ▽ Cape Outfit - See Description On Profile ▽ 1 Pair Basic Combat Knives ▽ 1 Set of New Life™ cybernetic prosthetics ▽ 1 NBPD "Blues" top
Money__: 00___Ｍｏｏｄ: Mood Here___Ｓｅｃｕｒｉｔｙ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Security Level Here___Ａｌｅｒｔ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Alert Level Here ________________________________Ｏｍａｋｅ ______━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The little girl turned her head and smiled behind her mask. Her birdy friend was around again. That was a happy thing to her. ."Nah, not modifying Sir Frederick. He did well today! I built my tools. Got my control setup and everything here. But I still need to do something about em damage. Just in case..."' The voice was...cherry. The first time it had come out since well before she had gone to the boardwalk today. "What about you? You get your thing sorted?" The girl coming over to her and taking her avian friends hand in her own, not really thinking about it in the least. She looked up at her, the expectant child that she was shining through brightly.
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_____❶ Drone Tinker: Your primary specialty as a tinker is that of creating drones to do your bidding. These mechanical minions are capable of performing complex tasks and can put up a fight against sentient foes, especially when they are massed together against fewer opponents. There is a limitation on size however as you are unable to build them larger than say a motorcycle. However what they lack in size can be made up for with an array of different appendages, armaments, and on board VI (virtual intelligence). -
Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 6:24 am
Etain's head tilt to the side a little, the motion seeming somewhat exaggerated by her overly long ears. "EM damage... are EMs anything like M&Ms?" The question was one of genuine curiosity. Having triggered at thirteen, the woman had dropped out of school and gone into hiding. While she had managed to steal or scavenge books now and again her education in science left much to be desired. It was the honest truth that she had no idea what an electromagnetic wave was. Though that didn't stop her from always being interested in Megan was doing.
Being offered the child's hand caused her to smile, she liked contact that felt familial. Taking Megan's hand into her own, she was careful about not scratching the girl with the sharp nails that dotted the tips of her fingers. "I haven't left yet, was gonna make my rounds but I heard you working so I stopped in first. I like seeing you work, makes me proud of you." That was also the truth, it made her feel good to see how smart Megan was and what she could do. She didn't care for some of the girl's tendencies but they could work on that. Unlike her own parents, she wouldn't give up on this girl just because some people might think of her as a monster.
Money__: 00___Ｍｏｏｄ: Mood Here___Ｓｅｃｕｒｉｔｙ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Security Level Here___Ａｌｅｒｔ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Alert Level Here ________________________________Ｏｍａｋｅ ______━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The girl damn near smiled ear to ear at the praise. She laughed a little bit, now really wanting a bag of m&m's. She shook her head though. "No, electromagnetic damage can ruin anything electrical. If i dont protect it from that, any hero with access to defiants stuff can turn my stuff off permanently with those. So im going to start protecting my stuff. "' She looked at her gear and tightened the wristband around her arm and folded the screen closed. "Lets go get some stuff done" She said looking up at her birdmom.
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_____❶ Drone Tinker: Your primary specialty as a tinker is that of creating drones to do your bidding. These mechanical minions are capable of performing complex tasks and can put up a fight against sentient foes, especially when they are massed together against fewer opponents. There is a limitation on size however as you are unable to build them larger than say a motorcycle. However what they lack in size can be made up for with an array of different appendages, armaments, and on board VI (virtual intelligence). -
Posted: Wed May 03, 2017 5:02 pm
___Makoto surfaced from her hole in the ground, flicking the cap off a bottle of beer, to hear the sound of a truck idling and banging on the warehouse door. "KEEP YOUR DAMN PANTS ON!" She shouted as she strolled over, slamming a fist on the button that controlled the bay. It was her PC parts, and not the slightest bit too soon. It seemed Toybox had shipped in some bigger items as well, it'd take a minute to move them in. For now, Makoto signed for her packages and began taking inventory before moving anything inside. It would be a few minutes before she began shifting s**t around, but it would present a good excuse to tinker on her limbs' force output setting when she got around to it. Satisfied everything had arrive the little lightning storm hopped up on the crate the man hauled out of the back of his truck and set about finishing her drink before heading back inside.
ROGUE ID# 9847563
Storage Points: ▽ Basic Messenger Bag
Items in Possession: ▽ Cape Outfit - See Description On Profile ▽ 1 Pair Basic Combat Knives ▽ 1 Set of New Life™ cybernetic prosthetics ▽ 1 NBPD "Blues" top
So EM stood for electromagnetic? That was pretty interesting. Etain didn't really get what exactly that stuff was but at least she knew the word now. It was also good that Megan was going to be protecting her inventions against it. Wouldn't be good to get caught out with no tech. "Kk, I wanna see if anybody needs our help before we do other stuff." As usual the woman wanted to focus on helping other people before doing the illegal stuff. She didn't really mind the villain moniker so long as she was able to actually help those in need. Still holding the little girl's hand, Etain made sure to walk slowly so that Megan wouldn't have a hard time keeping up. Out on the the street they walked about a block or two before coming across a woman sitting on top of a crate. She had a beer in hand and of note were her prosthetic limbs. "Hello, I haven't seen you before?" she chirped up. Gold eyes looked at the woman carefully, trying to see if she might pose a threat to the little girl at her side. "I'm Siren and this is Nightlight, let us know if you need help with anything okay?"
Posted: Thu May 04, 2017 3:08 am
___Electricity instinctively crawled across the little lightning bolt's skin as an actual cape appeared before her, betraying the fight or flight instinct that was kicking in. She, it, whatever, was exceptionally different from a human being, unlike Makoto who simply had arms and legs made out of different stuff. A case 53, maybe? But what was a case 53 doing just wandering around New Brockton? The warehouse district was a craphole for sure, but this? "Maybe Brucie was right and I shouldn't be drinking while my anti-rejection meds are in my system." But the delivery guy had looked completely normal, but she'd barely started the beer then. So many factors to consider. "Okay, I'm not sure if you actually look like a giant bird, or if you're even actually here, but unless you can out-engineer Dragon or you're here to extort me or something I'm good to go." Even though she suspected the alcohol was somewhat responsible for this Siren person's appearance, Makoto didn't seem interested in putting the beer down, going so far as to take another swig.
ROGUE ID# 9847563
Storage Points: ▽ Basic Messenger Bag
Items in Possession: ▽ Cape Outfit - See Description On Profile ▽ 1 Pair Basic Combat Knives ▽ 1 Set of New Life™ cybernetic prosthetics ▽ 1 NBPD "Blues" top
Money__: 00___Ｍｏｏｄ: Mood Here___Ｓｅｃｕｒｉｔｙ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Security Level Here___Ａｌｅｒｔ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Alert Level Here ________________________________Ｏｍａｋｅ ______━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ A child's laughter. One of the most instantly recognizable sounds in the world. Pure, unrestrained and in this car. ..somewhat twisted. She came out from the shadows into the sun, heading the conversation. "Oh! You're new! One of dragons wind up soldiers? Nah that can't be entirely true. You'd know where you were if you were dragons. She wouldn't let one of her babies wander into our territory without being briefed. So, who are you. Watch how you say it. Cause. ..momma is very real. Plus dragon doesn't HAve my blueprints yet. So I can outclass her in my own field still. " she said, the single teddy walking along the roof.
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_____❶ Drone Tinker: Your primary specialty as a tinker is that of creating drones to do your bidding. These mechanical minions are capable of performing complex tasks and can put up a fight against sentient foes, especially when they are massed together against fewer opponents. There is a limitation on size however as you are unable to build them larger than say a motorcycle. However what they lack in size can be made up for with an array of different appendages, armaments, and on board VI (virtual intelligence). -
Posted: Thu May 04, 2017 5:53 pm
The woman's reply left a lot to be desired, but then Etain was used to it. Most people did not react positively to her appearance. They weren't usually this dismissive, but she figured it wasn't all that offensively really. However what did bother her was that the woman was connected to Dragon in some way. Before she could say more on the matter though, Nightlight stepped out from behind her to speak up. "Manners sweet pea," she seemed to half hardheartedly chastise the girl. "This woman hasn't troubled us yet, until then she's our guest. Besides, maybe she's a new resident so we need to explain the tax?" The last part was a question, more so to either the little girl or the woman. It didn't matter which to the avian woman so long as this current issue was resolved. Which Etain did hope this interaction would end peacefully, she wasn't fond of the idea that Dragon might have people skulking around.
___Makoto chuckled as the two continued, guess that answered her question about why they were here. Metallic fingers clinked against glass as she downed the rest of the much less detrimental seeming beer. "What, this?" She asked, gesturing to the insignia on her NBPD buttondown that indicated she'd been on loan to Dragon at some point. They'd both brought up Dragon in turn, and she hadn't out and out said she had connection. "Failed my midterm, don't roll with that crew anymore. Knocked out power to half the city, lost the ole extremities, got the boot - so to speak. No one owns me, though, so you'd do well to watch your own mouth." Not entirely untrue, but it wasn't Dragon's boot she got. Technically it was only her own, but it was more accurately a bunch of tiny boots from her friends and other connections, snubs in the hospital, refusals to return calls. Her bridges were burnt, even if Dragon was still willing to let her stay.
The little girl went down a streak of bragging and the electric lady could help but cracking a coy smile. "I should hope you're better than Dragon at your specialty, you're awful young to have lost your tech to the photocopier." The mention of a tax brought that to a swift end though. How unfortunately predictable. "And just when I was starting to like you two we get to the meat of it." She started, pulling a diagnostic tool out of her bag and hooking it into her arm. "You know, if you went out looking to shake people down you picked the wrong person." The fiddling and adjusting continued unabated, as natural as a tapping foot.
"You can call me Kirin, if you call me anything, and unless you want to nick my Toybox requisitions and piss off a bunch of tinkers or rip my damn arms off, I don't have anything of value. In fact, I'm in the red over at Needlepoint so I'm worth even less than nothing to you. Saw a dude with a nice watch over.... that way, if you're looking to mug someone." Makoto continued as she slid off the crate and cocked her arm back, aiming the bottle during her pause before launching it at a dumpster a good city block away. It crashed to the ground in front of the green container with what seemed like minimal effort on her part. "Aim's a bit off, something to work on I guess." She said as she preceded to haul up the large crate. It was clear her arms and legs weren't meant for brutish power, as she wobbled a little under the weight, but she was still significantly stronger than a normal person. Dragon's limiters were easy enough to unlock, but the basic designs were limited by the faults of whatever the hell she dissected to get them. A ******** up also wasn't getting the kind of attention Armsmaster got either.
Carefully she moved the box across the threshold of the big bay door and set it back down at the top of the ramp, descending it once again to see if they were serious about shaking her down or not. Though, she couldn't quite see how demanding a protections fee from a capable, but impoverished, new member of the community would fit into the narrative of civility this Siren person had suggested. "That is what you meant by that right? The tax? You want the money out of my pocket because you're a cape and you got to this area before me?"
ROGUE ID# 9847563
Storage Points: ▽ Basic Messenger Bag
Items in Possession: ▽ Cape Outfit - See Description On Profile ▽ 1 Pair Basic Combat Knives ▽ 1 Set of New Life™ cybernetic prosthetics ▽ 1 NBPD "Blues" top
Naomi Tenkou
Holy Rinaku
Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 3:45 am
Money__: 00___Ｍｏｏｄ: Mood Here___Ｓｅｃｕｒｉｔｙ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Security Level Here___Ａｌｅｒｔ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Alert Level Here ________________________________Ｏｍａｋｅ ______━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The poor guy seemed drink to Nightlight. She sighed and skin her head, her hair falling into slight disarray."Nothing so dramatic. See here the thing. The undersiders have owned terroritory here in Brockton bay for over 100 years now. We have rules for visitors. Snice you are a tinker you are a protected species. I personally like tinkers. You are free to use space here. No more alcohol while you are working. Or at least no power tools I'd you are drinking. No drugs or human trafficking. Beyond that I don't care what you do. If a fed comes knocking, or someone tries to take territory we own whike you use the area, you assist the undersiders in driving them out. Don't want your damn money. However if you do decide to do any kind of business within our territory there is a visionary 20% up charge of any sale or purchase paid directly to the faceless lady. That goes for any personal sales or property you decide to purchase. But as they say, let's not shoit the mailman." she said sounded tired as if explaining something she had to very often. By now it was obvious the face stricken with stark terror and tears was a finely detailed mask.
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_____❶ Drone Tinker: Your primary specialty as a tinker is that of creating drones to do your bidding. These mechanical minions are capable of performing complex tasks and can put up a fight against sentient foes, especially when they are massed together against fewer opponents. There is a limitation on size however as you are unable to build them larger than say a motorcycle. However what they lack in size can be made up for with an array of different appendages, armaments, and on board VI (virtual intelligence). -
So she was ex DT... interesting. Scrappy little thing too. Though that srappy people could be rather rude, similar to this one. "Like what Nightlight said, you're in Undersiders territory right now. Rules are a bit different for capes, you always have something of value and that's not always money." Siren side eyed Nightlight at 'faceless lady', the woman's name was Mimic and Etain was pretty sure she didn't like that nickname. At any rate this wasn't the place to correct the girl. At this point the bird woman was still quite relaxed looking, but if Makoto wanted to get into a power demonstrating contest she wouldn't be afraid to show why she was Nightlight's guardian. "We'll probably be in touch but remember the terms, things can be amicable so long as our rules are followed. Unless you have something else to say?"
