| Rising Star; Rusty's new weapon is completed | |
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 28 2012, 11:06 PM Post #21 |
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"Meh, whatever. I'd say the tea was a nationality thing, except I don't really have any idea what nationality means anymore. What with the whole of society banding together 100 years ago." Rusty shrugged. "Brits sounded pretty cool though." The fact that anyone could have flamethrowers as a legitimate speciality just made Rusty grin. It seemed like such a narrow scope of mechanics but it was so freaking awesome that the mechanic didn't actually care. "Must have been one hell of a blast to be with him at parties then." The rocker commented. "Or at a gig. Those pyrotechnics woulda been insane." Though he did nod at Micah's insistence at not taking money. "Fair enough, but after all's said and done, we're talking payment. Don't care if I'm missing an eye, we're paying you for this." Sipping from his beverage, Rusty then gave Micah and odd look. "Aren't your crew gonna be looking for you though, man?" |
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| vicroc4 | Jul 29 2012, 07:39 PM Post #22 |
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Micah shrugged. "Heh, I don't know about nationality, but I do know that my family handed down a fair chunk of American culture to me. I've always felt that we shouldn't forget the past - especially because this whole situation with the Librarium could've been avoided if more people had remembered what happens when you let people like them take control." Chuckling at Rusty's excitement, he replies, "Well, that's more the pyrotechnician's gig. We build 'em, they fire 'em, hey? Although some of his 'testing' did have me wondering whether or not he was just showing off." As Rusty insists on paying, he frowns. Shrugging, he says, "Getting the chance to work on something like this is payment enough for me. If you insist, though, I'll work up an invoice - I might be able to work out a discount for a first-time customer, huh?" A sly grin crosses his face as he finishes, which quickly turns to another frown as Rusty mentions the Sureshot team. Sighing, he replies, "Well, Stephen's probably out of the infirmary by now. He's going to be cranky - best to let him alone. As for the rest of them? I'd imagine they're all passed out by now. None of us have gotten much sleep over the past few days, and they deserve the chance to rest." |
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 29 2012, 08:16 PM Post #23 |
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"And, by the look of it man, so do you. Seriously, thanks for helping me out here, I really appreciate it." Rusty said, concerned for his friend's mental state now that the mechanic himself wasn't being overworked. "Besides, rest of your team don't know anyone else here, I don't think. You're gonna be their ambassador of sorts and things won't look good if you yawn through the intros!" Cracking a grin, the rocker nodded to Micah's payment terms and mulled it over. "Sounds good to me, mate. Can't see a problem, I normally cut the same deal. But I'm guessing it's not 50% off like my oh so generous terms, eh?" Sighing a little, seeing that Micah was probably gonna stay up, Rusty thought a bit longer, then decided. "Tell you what, we'll give it one test run, then you head off to get some sleep, yeah? Sound like a fair compromise to you?" |
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| vicroc4 | Jul 30 2012, 04:59 AM Post #24 |
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"'Ambassador,'" Micah says, turning the word over in his head. Shrugging, he says, "Well, I'm used to being the face of SureShot, so this can't be much different." He laughs, shaking his head a bit. "Yawning will probably be the least of my worries, really. There's probably people here that I'm not sure I actually ever wanted to meet, even if they are working against the Librarium." He'd already encountered the fabled Red Devil of Sector Seven, and he couldn't help but wonder who else might be lurking around the manse, just out of sight. His ears fell as specters of the Librarium's Most Wanted list floated through his head. Even though he despised the Library to the core, if you're told enough times that someone is a bad person, you'll probably start to believe it. Especially when they show evidence for that fact, plastered all over the news... He shook his head to clear it, coming back to Rust talking about the terms of payment. Ears rising again, he smiles a bit and says, "Well, fifty percent isn't my usual rate, no. I'll need to think on it a bit more - we don't exactly have an established procedure for this situation, you know." At the prospect of testing the weapon, he gets a grin on his face, and his tail starts going like an excited puppy's. "Heh, you got a deal." He stood up abruptly, causing the chair to catch on his tail and go crashing to the floor. Freezing, his face fell and he turned to look at the aftermath. The chair was, fortunately, simply upended, and he smiled sheepishly as he went to set it back upright. "Uh, right. Note to self: These chairs aren't designed for beastkin." Edited by vicroc4, Jul 30 2012, 05:05 AM.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 30 2012, 06:54 AM Post #25 |
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Rusty raised an eyebrow. "Ya think?" was the only thing he said, but gave a grin nevertheless. "C'mon, let's find a place to fire this bad boy up. Preferably out a window or something, I don't want to have to explain to Rachel why we set one of her priceless tapestries on fire nor why we thought it was a good idea to set up inside." Nodding at the logic, Rusty made his way over to the nearby window and opened it, inhaling a bit of the cool air that rushed in. "Man, that feels good..." |
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| vicroc4 | Jul 31 2012, 08:56 PM Post #26 |
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Smiling, Micah took a deep breath as well. Stale, seithr-scented air was replaced by fresh, cool night air that carried scents in from the land surrounding the mansion. It didn't seem like anywhere familiar, but Micah still mentally filed the information away for future reference. "How long did you say you'd been working in here, again?" He turned to the workbench and picked up one of the flamethrowers, breaking into a grin as he checked the connections on it. "This is probably a better idea. Lord knows what kind of flammable stuff there is to set on fire in here." Setting it up on the window ledge, he aims the output of the nozzles out the window. "Since the barrel and wind guard are off, this won't be as directed as it will when it's actually installed. I'm also pretty sure that the fireball launch won't really happen, but we can test those injectors too, if you want." Fishing around for one of the small fuel bottles he's set up on the workbench, he grabs it and hooks it to the fill valve. Then he opens the valves for a few seconds, listening for any odd whistles that might indicate a leak. Hearing none, he closes them, disconnects the bottle, and turns to Rusty. "That should be enough for a decent test. You want to do the honors?" He indicates a small control panel attached to the main valve. Edited by vicroc4, Jul 31 2012, 08:57 PM.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 31 2012, 11:10 PM Post #27 |
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"Over a couple of days, I think? Not sure. All I know is, I need a shower after this. And may need to burn this set of clothing. Haven't decided yet. Although this is a fucking SWEET Jacket and bandanna." the mechanic answered truthfully. "Maybe just wash it REALLY well and go overboard with the soap." The rocker edited a few notes on the flamethrower's schematics and followed up with a slight tightening with his toolkit. After being satisified, he helped Micah move the contraption and heard his suggestion. Rusty nodded with the Devil's Leer. He took control, finger on the dipper switch. "All stats normal, Test Fire in 3, 2, 1... ... ...FIRE!" A jet of flame roared from the device, speeding out into the night air with no rhyme or reason. After a few sustained seconds, Rusty cut the power and the flames died out. A few seconds passed in silence... Then rusty whooped, slinging an arm around Micah and shaking him slightly. "Micah, you fucking GENIUS! I could KISS you right now!" he cackled, unable to believe that he had finished his own personal weapon. |
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| vicroc4 | Aug 1 2012, 05:39 PM Post #28 |
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Laughing, Micah takes the rocker's antics in stride. Privately, he feels a sense of relief that the thing worked the first time. He'd never tried to miniaturize a flamethrower to this degree, and he was glad that it had done what it was supposed to do. "Well, I'd say that qualifies as a success, huh? Now we can install the barrels and wind guards, put the storage seals for fuel in, and mount them both."
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| Blue Warlord | Aug 1 2012, 06:38 PM Post #29 |
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The mechanic was still riding the euphoria as Micah explained the next few steps in the plan. This felt even better when his teacher gave him the keys to the Duct Tape for good! He finally had his OWN weapon and it bloody WORKED! With gusto, too! "This is going to be so freaking sweet! I'm gonna go grab the materials right away! You! Don't move an inch! I'll be right back!" And with that, Rusty had zoomed off, gathering sheets of metal, forging equipment, fuel, the works. Poor, poor Micah... |
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| vicroc4 | Aug 2 2012, 04:19 AM Post #30 |
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Blinking, Micah can only watch, bewildered, as Rusty flies around the workshop. He tries to intercept the excited mechanic, but can only watch in awe at the manic rush that he had triggered. As Rusty winds down, Micah picks up a pair of metal cylinders from the workbench. Holding one out to the other man, he says, "I must've forgotten to mention that I already had these fabricated. All that's left is installation and painting." |
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