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| >The gallery sits open, among all the closed shops at night.
Inside, sits Cain, fiddling on the holo-desk.

| >The Gallery itself is pretty standard. Paintings dot the walls of the gallery, while some engraved historic pistols sit as the centre pieces at the gallery. There is now also a terminal for people to view art pieces that are available for sale.

| >The door opens and a small girl walks inside of the gallery, uncertain and turning around on herself, her red eyes checking everything in sight.
"U-um, hello?"
>The girl calls out uncertain, fidgeting with her white hair and her read coat
"Miss, Cain?"

| "Hmm?"
>Cain moves her attention from the screen, closing it.
"Ah, Eleanore! How was your erm... Job?"

| >>125212
>The young girl fidgets a bit, blushing
"I'm very sorry I had to leave like that, something happened at home but its all better now!"
>The sickly girl smiles and approaches the desk, curious as to what Cain was doing

| "Don't worry about it. I ended up talking to that couple. Bunch a weridos if you ask me."
>Cain opens the holo, and quickly switches tabs. It shows a auction site, selling various art.
"this is what my job mostly consists of."

| >The young girl streches her legs and bends a bit over the counter, trying to get a better view
"Ehhh? Is that all for sale?"
>Her mind drifts back to her new appartement and what she was going to decorate it with, she looks on with interest

| (there is no counter, it a freestanding table.)
>Eleanore sees various pieces of art at different prices, ranging from a price of a chocolate bar, to the price of a apartment block.
"We usual deal with upcoming artists. What do you do for a living again?"

| "I dont really do anything too special"
>The girl blushes a little, and scratches her cheek
"I guess you could call it freelancing, I do a lot of oddjobs and all"
>She takes another look at the auction site
"I once wanted to get into art, I used to draw a lot when I was a bit younger"

| "Freelance? Maybe tell me about your last job, its' pretty interesting."
>Cain keeps swiping at the holiday screen, showing various art.

| >>125270
>The young girl seems a bit nervous, and her eyes dart around
"I helped out some people I knew get into smithing and they paid me"
>The girl is blushing furiously and scratches her head
"N-not the most ladylike of hobby, but, huh, m-my father taught me about it"
>She opens a flap from her coat and gets a small box out of it
"Y-You can take a look, if you want"

| "ohh~ do show!"
>Cain says in excitement.

| >>125391
(ooc: sorry about the wait, my network failed me and I had to fix it...)
>The inside of the box reveal a Silvery Knife with an engraved 6 inches blade, roses carved onto the gleaming metal, it's blade a bit serrated, some kind of paint covers the pommel, creating three red lines.
"I-It' really nothing much, knives are pretty easy to do with, practice"
>The girl is blushing harder now, looking embarrassed and stutters a bit

| "WOW! That's a nice knife! You can do engravings?"
>Cain takes a closer look at the knife.
"Can you keep a secret?"
>Cain asks, now facing Eleanore, starling to her eyes.

| >>125495
>The girl seems happy that you praised her work.
>Upon hearing Cain's request, she becomes dead serious and nods her head
"Of course"

| >Cain tabs in to a different webpage, showing all kinds of weapons for sale, along with various schematics to more weapons.
"I am actually a gunrunner. I trade in guns. I didn't want you to know because I thought it would repulse you."
>Cain looks down in shame.

| >>125525
>Eleanore looks surprised, but still looks at you dead in the eyes
"I.. I see, I think I should apologize, after-all I too wasnt entirely honest with you...
>She laughs nervously and takes a deep breath
"Th-This is a bit hard to say, but I'm what some may call a vigilante"
>The young girl makes a surprising claim, her eyes still locked onto yours, she blushes and scratches her head again
"I'm sure its quite hard to believe, after-all I dont act like it at all..."

| >The girl looks at you again
"I believe you could help me actually..."

| "Well go on... I can help a friend in need, well... I hope I can."
>Cain presses a button, which reveals a secret door behind her.
"Why don't you follow me, I can guess this is not something you want to discuss in public."

| >Eleanore shakes her head
"I actually have somewhere to be right now, I finally found me someone that could repair my mot important asset, and I cant really make him wait much longer"
>The girl looks at you and smiles
"But if you have anything like a slug gun, I would love to make a few deals with you"
>She bows down a little, as if asking you to forgive her
"I'm very sorry I cant do it right now..."

| "It's ok. I understand that. A job is a job in the end."
>Cain pulls out her handgun, and puts it on the table.
"Take it if you need it. It's a 1911AM, rechambered for .50 action express, with a compensator.
>Cain reels of the marketing talk, describing the weapon.

| >The girl looks at Cain, and smiles
She comes over and hugs her
"Thank you, I'll be sure to call you and make buisness with you again"
>She blushes a little
"Or just go out for drinks, if that's not a bother"
>The girl blushes and seprates from Cain, picking up the gun, examinating it in detail.

| "I'd love to go out for drinks again~."
>Cain's says as you look over the gun. It seems to have a longer slide and barrel, to. Increase the speed of the bullet, increasing the penetration power. The ported end helps with the recoil, but makes the gun louder. Cain puts down 3 magazine on the table, offering them to Eleanore.
"You are going to need these."

| (it's 3am for me, I need to get some z's see you tomorrow.)

| >The girl nods, takes the gun and gives you a wave as she goes out the door.
"Call me anytime then!"

| "Mmmm~? Look at that. You make friends easily don't you?"
> Aleid spoke from behind Cain. She'd somehow snuck behind her and leaned forward to rest her chin on Cain's shoulder. She grinned mischievously.
"Did you say you were going drinking somewhere?"

| "Wha- Oh, Aleid, good to see you."
>Cain was beginning to get used to people showing up out of nowhere...
"Yeah, I found a really nice bar, called the Blue Lantern. That was Eleanore, a vigilante. How is that project going?"

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| >the sound of wet feet slapping on the cold floor accompanies their arrival. The thing without a name just yet looks around at the darkened gallery, rain running down it in sheets. hair clumped and matted

| >With slow but deliberate movement it wonders over to the closest wall and gazes intently at a painting.

| "Sir? Can I help you?"
>Cain gazes over the the figure, uncertain about their intent.

| >It's head turned slowly, taking time to focus on him...

| >All movement halted, gaunt and statuesque, waiting

| "Hello~"
>Cain waved her hand at the figure.

| >It remains still, rain pattering onto the floor. Eyes fixed on them, coldly.

| >Cain walks a little closer with caution, weary of the figure.
"I-is everything OK?"

| "THIS UNIT REQUIRES CHARGE"
>The voice was harsh but not loud enough to warrant a shout. it's gaze remaining fixed to Cain.

| "ACH JESUS!"
>Cain Hops away from the figure in fear
"Christ. Fine, sure. just plug in to this holodesk..."
>Cain says as she recovers from the shock, gesturing to the holo-desk near her.

| >with glacial movement it stalks over to the wall. Examines the desk momentarily and with great ceremony and quite delicately tears the cables out of the wall.

| >Alied stood straight, taller than Cain, and slowly moved in front of her. Cain didn't have to think very hard to comprehend why Aleid was more willing to be standing in front than vice-versa.
"Charge? Electrcity or energy based?"
> Her voice was calm but had the edges of a silent warning within it. As if she was only speaking her caution through sound.

| > Aleid blinks at the sudden removal of the cables.
"Welp...Fixing that later."

| "THIS UNIT REQUIRES CHARGE"
>without further warning its head whips back to the wall and bites into the cable.

| "What the fuck..?"
>Cain looks at the figure, intrigued and shocked by its actions. She whispers to Aleid
"What the fuck is it doing?"

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>Aleid gazed blankly at the creature with her brows knit.
"As much as I'd love to say I knew, I don't really have any fucking clue. I guess it's gonna sl---OH SHIT TURN OFF THE COMPUTERS!"
>Aleid quickly moved to turn off any machines that were in the middle of processing information. She paused what she could and aborted what she couldn't---If this thing had the capacity to freely draw off of energy..!

| >Cain rushed to help, going to hide-away office room to turn off the fuse for the plug.

| >there was a hissing of gasses. It unfolds slowly. It looks down looking at its hands curl and uncurl. The scent of burnt plastics hang in the air.

| > Aleid eventually comes back panting. She sighs and watches the thing curiously.
"Do you not have a charge port?"

| >Cain stays behind Aleid, watching the figure.

| >it remains placid. Gaze swivelling to meet them. A sickening grin had been scortched across its face. It unfolds further and stands up fully.
"CHARGE RESTORED TO 78 PERCENT CAPACITY. ALL SYSTEMS CHARGED. AWAITING FURTHER INPUT"

| >Aleid stares at the thing. Somewhat creeped out, but curiosity out ways her fear. She leans forward only a little and contemplates trying to touch it. She thinks better of it.
"...Requesting unit identification, model, type, and current mode?"

| >it remains motionless
"YOU ARE NOT RECOGNISED. MODEL DETAILS CLASSIFIED. AWAITING FURTHER INPUT"

| "Uhh... /Help?"
>Cain tries to interact with the Robot, weirded out by the grin

| >Its head snaps to Cain eyes narrowing.
"THIS UNIT OPERATES WITHOUT STANDING ORDERS. THIS UNIT HAS DEFAULTED TO THE PRIME DIRECTIVE. AWAITING FURTHER INPUT"

| > Aleid crosses her arms thoughtfully and finally corrects her spine.
"Define user classification hierarchy and current available users with their permissions."

| >Its head snaps back to Aleid.
"STAFF AND CLEARANCE ARE CLASSIFIED INFORMATION. AWAITING FURTHER INPUT"

| "So basically this thing wandered too far from home and its batteries ran down."
> Alied said with a sigh.
"What's your brand? Is that classified too?"

| "Crate new user maybe?"
>Cain asks Aleid

| "UNKNOWN INPUT: BRAND. UNIT DATA CLASSIFIED"
>As if remembering something, it whips round on the spot eyes fixed on the door. It remains stock still. staring fixedly into the street.

| "No this things completely classification locked. Not to mention it sounds voice locked...I kind of want to dive it, but...Well putting my virtual dick in something like this sounds hazardous to my health."
> Aleid stated with an amused tone. She eventually turned her head and followed the creature's gaze into the street.
"Is something out there?"

| "LAW MAINTENANCE UNITS IMPEACH PRIME DIRECTIVE"
>its outline begins to flicker and crackle in the lamp light. The smell of seared metals and burning plastic fills the room. Smoke begins to pour out of its mouth and under it's ragged cloak.

| "Whoa whoa, stop that!
>Cain worries for the interior of her store.

| >an arc of lightning briefly arcs from finger to floor. Parts of it flicker in and out of visibility and with one final pop it falls to it's knees and slumps over.

| > Aleid sighs softly and sets her jaw. She then closes his eyes and begins to do something...When her eyes open they appear to have a soft glow to them, and a light humming could faintly be heard coming from her person. She reaches forward and attempts to carefully remove the cloak---notably her movements seem to be extraordinarily precise at this moment. There was an odd amount of detail in how she decided to move...and one could only imagine why that stood out.

| >The remained motionless right up until Aleids hand made direct contact. With a motion half way between a whip crack and a sweep its had came up from under it and wrapped around their wrist. The sound of thousands of tiny little motors whirring and turning as what could be only described as a python like grip locked around their wrist.
"THIS SYSTEM'S LRADD HAS BEEN CRITICALLY DAMAGED IN EXECUTION OF PRIME DIRECTIVE, THIS UNIT REQUIRES MAINTENANCE"

| >Cain rushes to grab her gun, filled with EMP bullets, to disable the robot
"Let go of Aleid!"
>She fires when she gets a clean shot

| >the shot makes contact and is shook with the contact. the shock rolls of its plastic hide. after trying to stand there was another plume of grey smoke stunned but not downed it attempts to pull itself upright.

| > Actually...Aleid had thought ahead here. The fabric surrounding her forarm suddenly became bulky within seconds and her hand froze perfectly the way it had been before its systems shut off. Aleid's arm disconnected and her sleeve developed the kind of slack with-in it only empty space could have.
"Easy, Cain. I wasn't born yesterday."
>She lifted her free, and still attached hand to stop her. She turned her attention calmly to the unit whom was now in possession of...

| > an arm in a sleeve.
"...If you let me repair you, will you disengage any force-based attempts to interact?"

| "THIS SYSTEM REQUIRES MAINTENANCE. YOU ARE NOT HUMAN YOU ARE NOT AN OBJECTIVE. MAJOR DAMAGE SUSTAINED"
>straightening up it dropped the arm. slowly it turns towards Cain. "YOU ARE HUMAN"

| "Shut down for maintenance then."
>Cain keeps staring at the robot. She takes a look at Aleid
"Are you OK? I was just already on alert..."

| >with blinding and probably unlikely speed the unit crouches and springs towards Cain, face placid, eyes ablaze. the leap probably would have made contact if another it Didn't critically misjudge the range and sail clean over their head. colliding face first with the wall behind. closely followed by pop and plume of blue smoke

| >Aleid quickly leaned in to snatch Cain from where she stood with her stub. She went for the waist naturally to try and pull her close and back behind her.
"Looks like you'll still need to be on high alert. Whaddya wanna do, Boss?"
>Aleid made sure she remained in front of the robot now probably in an awkward position against the wall. She carefully ran a scan of the area in front of her to detail where the displaced machine might have been within it.

| "I... I don't know."
>Cain sighs.
"Do you want it as a pet project? I think we need to get in contact with Neon, he might know what to do about it."

| "Grab my arm for me? I don't wanna take my eyes off this thing while you're here. Stay behind my back, move me if you have to."

| >yet another cloud of smoke. but not just a simple *phut, but a long belch of grey smoke. light caught and danced in the tiny flecks of plastic and metal swept up in the heat.

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| >Cain panics, Thinking the robot is going to blow up
"AHHH! What is it doing?!"

| > the unit drags itself to its feet. The grating sounds the unit realigning bone and muscle under its plastic cuts through the smoke. It heaves what is presumably a sigh. Digs a hand into its chest and gives it a tug. The tolling bell like cacophony metal popping back into its place resonates around the room. The slow creak of its neck as it's head slowly creaks round into place.