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Deep underground is a long unnoticed section of city that was know to few even at its busyest. The company that operates there, does not officially exist, and is as forgotten ans it is hidden. The products it makes are a bit unstable and mostly found ether on the black market, or in the hands of people crazy enough to that the chance of using thier superior outcomes.

But beneath the rubble strewn labaryth of tunnels and caved in rooms, one might be able to acces one of the most odd individula left on the face of the planet. Draqx, when in his lab usually can be seen wearing a lab coat and other chemical safety equipment while he busily works on dozens of different things at once.

If one did not know him one would think that his seemingly calm yet frenetic pace would drive one mad within a short period of time, the thing is... he is technically not sane at all, nor does he try to be. He is content to work on his machines and inventions, with only his inventions and electronics to keep him company, and to keep him sane.

When he takes the rare trip to a non colapsed room near the surface to trade with very trustworthy contacts in the black market for supplies and the odd anachronism or oddity, he meets in a hevily modified H.E.V. suit. After all, with black market contacts, sometimes you can only as far as you can throw... and he tries to intend to trust very ar so to speak.

Aside from the odd trip near the surface he spends all his time deep underground, and has not seen the sun for years, and does not know much of the war going on, or much that there is one outside of his little bubble of quasi-sanity.

(O-O what does that mean?)

((like goat's milk?))

Draqx finishes checking his messages and gets ready to depart, most of the time in gathering tadeable things and donning his protective gear. when ready to go he takes an old style lift system and closing the the sliding section patiently waits as it takes him up.

Draqx had just stepped out of the elevator into the top level room of a long abandoned basement and served as a back room for the closest meeting place he had with his overworld contacts, usually the greeting programs took care of guests that came this far, but as he was here he by passed them and exited the elevator room into a dusty room with a long counter on one side facing a single entrerance and he spoke up so the person that knocked could hear.

'Come in, its unlocked.'

'The more they have, the more they are the same... speaking of things... I could use your help in some proquirement of materials... I have a few things that might interest you in return.'

((Hey! gonk ))

((rofls @ Larrissa))

Minerva grinned wide, "You sure do know how to get me interested. Give me a list of those metals and I'll see what I can come up with."