Welcome to Gaia! ::

Ferros ducked his head to fit under the doorframe, looking curiously around the room. The bunks would not fit his frame, but he would be fine sleeping on the floor; he doubted that these humans often had cause to deal with creatures who didn't sleep in ordinary style beds. The room was clean and simple, suited for nearly any kind of creature, which made sense.

There was a ghost lounging on the ceiling. Ferros blinked at the boil. "Hello," he echoed Tracey.

"If you'd like food or anything else," Matt said brightly from the doorway, "press the button and speak into the box by the door. I bet you want to rest a little, so I'll leave you alone for now. I need to go and check on how the setup's progressing anyway. Nacht, just give me a call when you want someone to come be a guide."

Tracey blinked. Well. Upgrade might have been one way to put it he conceded. A power upgrade of sorts. He beamed at the boy "Yes, you could say that. I wasn't expecting to meet other people from home here! That's wonderful." Nacht piped up with. "Another friend of the family"

Matt got an irritable glance as he beat a hasty retreat, one that said there would be words later about shirking of duties and leaving a clearly superior individual in compromising position with monsters.

Tracey sat down on one of the beds, kicking his feet excitedly. "I'm Traciel by the way!" he said.

"Heheh, I guess you could say... more software than hardware," B0nez said, snapping the game shut and twisting around Tracey to get a better look at Ferros. "You're all hardware, though," he said with bright interest.

He ran unshy fingers in a playful, fiddly pattern across the metallic shoulder, electricity snapping between his digits and the plating.

"B0nez," he answered with a strange electronic inflection.

Upsidedown, he ducked through the dragon.

"Hmm," he said, hovering half-out of his chest and concentrating the joints, not shy to rifle through those either. "Now this is interesting. What's this? Is this your natural form? Where's your circuit board?"

Ferros didn't mind being examined, even poked through; his rebuilds had been as thorough as this, and the way B0nez was checking his wiring and construction reminded him of the mechanic. His wiring was fairly primitive, and most of his functions were steam-driven or fully mechanical. "I don't have a circuit board," he said. "I only have a little electricity. This isn't my natural form - I'm too big to change inside. I'm two stories tall," he said proudly.

Tracey's sudden tension caught his eye, though, and he shifted a little where he sat. "That tickles," he told B0nez. "Out, please. I can open my maintenance panel if you want to see, but all that electricity is going to make my wires short out."

Tracey wasn't pleased in the least, relaxing his desire to try and see if it was possible to maim a ghost even with this suppressing bracelet on but not dropping the feral slitted glare. He didn't know what they were talking about either, which somehow made it worse. He didn't know what a maintenance panel was with but he absolutely didn't think Ferros should be just whipping it open for strangers.

B0nez went over the dials, analyzing them with lightening acuity.

"You got that right. I didn't even know they made this sh1t any more. HmmmmMMmmm, no ports either, here's the transmission, wiring's okay-" The game had gotten discarded at some point, and ended up in Tracey's lap. Ferros's panel lights lit up, one after the other, and then settled back down, "lazy, but okay, they wired this together- this takes me back," He was checking under the paneling, but seemed satisfied.

"Heh. Yeah. Maybe they'll throw in an equipment upgrade. If I were you," he looked at Ferros, "I'd go all the way. Bring you in to this century. Get you a jackton of processors, a scary-fast accelerator, smoother casing, and with two stories worth of storage space who knows how many petaflops you could run at."

He settled back, looking at Ferros with very keen interest.

"You could give supercomputer a whole new meaning."

Ferros shook his head and reclosed the panel calmly. "I will stay antiquated, perhaps with some new pipes or appendages," he said. "I am made for destruction on a large scale, and delicate wiring and circuitry would only break when I rampaged. I am quite durable." He moved over to sit on the floor near Tracey's feet, puffing a gentle cloud of warm steam from the pipes on his back.

"I shall leave the computing to you, friend," he told B0nez. "Perhaps you can run simulations to determine the best paths and techniques for maximum destruction."

Tracey possessively splayed his lower wings either side of Ferros where he sat, hoarding the steam towards him. For his comment about being mostly meat, B0nez got an extension on the look of dislike Tracey was plying him with.

"Excuse me." he outright hissed. "I'd prefer if you wouldn't reach through me like that." It was phrased in such a way it was almost interchangeable with "do that again and I will break it and possibly you"

He was in no mood to offer explanation of their bracelets, which Nacht did helpfully. He'd been busy making mental notes of their interactions for his no-doubt dazzling report later. "They are form stabilisers for this world, much like the pins in your own world."