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(Setting) Eleanore's appartement (2)
| (No worries, I forgot to bump the thread...)
"Your blade engraving shows that you are more than adept!"
>Mano states, rolling up his sleeve, showing the whole arm.
| >>152010
>The young girl blushes deeply but still takes a look at the arm, taking in every detail of it, she taps the metal lightly and seems to regress into deep thoughts
"What kind of engraving would you like?"
| "Acanthus style. You know the style right? The panels on this arm are interchangeable, so you might have to make some new panels."
>Mano says, taking off the plates. Under the plates, you can see a handgun, the upper action where the bicep should be, and the magazine grip where the forearm is.
| >>152020
"Acanthus? I-I'm sorry but I've never heard of that before, would you mind explaining it to me?"
>Eleanore seems to ignore the handgun, trying instead to concentrate on the metal plating
>You can see her eyes dart around the place, and her gaze also seems to be interested in the inner working of the arm itself
| "It's a classic style, the kind you see on engraved shotguns. I'm sure if you look up 'Acanthus style engraving', it will show some decent examples."
>The plating is nothing special, just some lightweight steel, but the internals are much different. The internals have been pushed away from the middle, giving space for the handgun, but the mechanisms seem... odd? they resemble some recoil-absorbing mods you can find on the market, but... smaller?
| >Eleanore seems to blank out for a few second, looking dazed, but shakes her head and giggles a bit
"Ah, okay so that's what it is!"
>She then goes meek
"Huh, could I ask a private question, huh, about your arm?"
>The girl looks down and twiddles with the plating
"How exactly did you get it?"
| "Get it? After I lost my arm, I had to call in a favour from a friend, who specialised in augments, he made and installed it for me."
>Mano finishes taking off all the plates on his arm, exposing it's whole mechanism.
| "That's... I'm huh, sounds fair"
>Eleanore looks into the arm, tracing a finger along the chassis
"Th-This is some good design, looks quite sturdy and huh..."
>Eleanore snaps back to reality, and mumbles an apology before concentrating on the metal plaques
"I could probably use this as inspiration-Just need to mechanize everything in the process"
>The girl mumbles under her breath, grabbing a near-by pad of paper
| >Mano looks surprised, but then takes his gun out of his arm, still in 2 parts, and puts them in his jacket, and detaches his arm.
"Here. Take a closer look."
| >Eleanore blushes a bit
"Sorry, I couldnt really hide my curiosity now could I"
>The girl giggles nervously, before inspecting the inner arm and drafting some kind of design on her paper, sonething with tons of gears, slabs of metals and other nebulous cobstructs.
>She then settles down the paper, and gives Mano his arm back
"I'm sorry, but thank you, this is really instructive"
>she then takes the plaques of metal
"Now for that design and engraving... Where should I start?"
| "Would you be able to create new plates? I was hoping to get brass plates for the engravings."
>Mano takes a second to reattach his arm, feeling his fingers.
| >>152086
>The girl looks at you
"If you allow me to keep those plates as payment, sure"
>She moves the red coat laying on a few boxes, fully exposing their content, metal plates and other materials in them. A huge greatsword, made in German style, A zweihander, is fully exposed, the Engraving on it representing what appears to be a town with building made of obelisks and a gigantic eye in the sky, its eerie to say the least.
"I may have brass- oh, found it!"
| >Mano Rolls down his sleeves, hiding the internals.
"Great. But do you have a glove by any chance?"
>Mano points out his exposed internals in his fingers.
| >Eleanore brings back the brass plates and parts, moving towards what appears to be a small smelter
"Oh, I'm sorry, that was inconsiderate of me"
>She picks up a small red leather glove, and gives it to Mano
"I-I hope it fits, my hands aren't really big by any standards" >she says, dejected
| >Mano tries to fit the glove, but it just won't come on.
"Damn it. Is it ok if I just wait for you to make the plates for the fingers and hand?"
| >Eleanore smiles a bit
"Sorry about that, I-I'll do it right away!"
>She turns on the smeltery, and puts the metal is a small slot on the side, the equipement looks a bit old, but you can almost feel the powerful heat emanating from it.
>She touches the plates Mano used to have on the arm, seemingly trying to grasp their shape, with her eyes closed and then flips a switch on the machine, liquid metal coming out of the device and unto a kind of crucible
| >Mano looks on, and around for a place to sit down, awkwardly standing.
| >She then grabs some kind of hammer and flips another switch, some glowing text appearing on the back of the crucible reading:Extreme Cold.
"This is going to be simple, I just need to bend the metal into shape and cutoff excess, maybe shave a little off using acid, I hate using molds..."
>The young girl takes off her long sleeved top, revealing a tank top underneath, there are some kind of ports near the base of her neck.
"I'll be done in a few minutes make yourself comfortable"
| >Mano finds himself a spot on the couch, casually looking around the place.
| >the appartement looks quite simple, nothing of note apart from the huge great sword, the Makeshift workbench and some other blades, some finished, some still in the making. There's also a huge box, sitting in a corner of the room, three broad strikes of paint applied to it, a message in bold letters reads:
"Nicht öffnen, Falschens Eigentum [DrakenLanzen]"
>You can now hear a soft sound of hammering from Eleanore and a sigh of relief, she seems to be progressing along well enough.
| "Falshien... hmm... I've seen it online before..."
>Mano thinks out loud to himself.
| >Eleanore gets up and comes to Mano, holding small plaques of brass, the shape is almost perfectly identical to the ones Mano had before.
"Those are for the fingers, tell me if it feels weird or too heavy"
>The girl seems a little out of breath, and hands you the plates
| "You ok?"
>Mano puts on the finger-plates, testing them.
"A bit heavy, but I like it."
| "Thats a relief"
>Eleanore nods
"I'm fine, it's just been a while since I got working on something so delicate and small, its a bit exhausting" >The sickly looking girl answers, but the smile on her face never wavers
"I'll get on with the rest of the arm, anything special you want me to do with the metal? Reinforcing maybe?"
>The girl looks confident and a bit smug
| "Don't worry about that. Its going to be a decorative piece, not something for a shootout."
>Mano stands up, returning the plates.
"Don't work your self too hard. I'd hate to cause someone to faint."
| "I'm not as frail as I look... though I guess a little water wouldn't hurt me, thanks for the concern"
>The young girl blushes a bit, and returns to the smelter after picking up a water bottle from a box lying around
"I should be done soon, the bigger parts are easier to work on, way less cutting and acid work."
>She resumes her work while humming a tune, and sometimes singing a bit in what sounds like German.
| "You seriously look way more frail than you are."
>Mano raises the concern.
| >Eleanore sighs
"I get told that a lot, I look sick and frail, and to be fair I mostly am, but I dislike being pitied more than anything"
>The girl closes her eyes and seems a bit sad
"But I genuinly appreciate the concern, it shows how good some people can be, even in times like these"
>Eleanore opens her eyes again abd looks at Mano, smiling weakly
"Thank you"
>She blushes deeply and laugh anxiously
"Sorry about the weird mood, I really am awkward aren't I..."
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| "No, no. It's understandable. I'd rather have people know than assume."
>Mano looks around, not knowing what to focus on
"That said, you mind me asking about it?"
| >>152403
>The girl looks at Mano a bit uncertain, but starts smiling
"I don't really mind, if you have any questions you can ask me anytime"
>The girl blushes
"N-nothing lewd though"
>She mumbles under her breath
| "Alright. 2 quick ones. 1, what's up with the german everything? 2, what are you sick with?"
>Mano points out the german paraphilia.
| >>153249
>Eleanore looks at the box, seemingly a bit flustered
"My father was german, he was a really proud one at that, he taught me how to speak it and such, and how to sing old war marches" >She scratches her cheek, seemingly embarrassed
"I guess it just kinda stuck with me"
>She drinks a bit of water before resuming
"as for my sickness, I don't really know what it is, or why I have it, I was designed this way it seems"
| "Fair enough. I shouldn't pry."
>Mano sits back on the sofa, satisfied with the answer.
| "Thank you"
>The girl mumbles and focuses on the smelter and crucible again
"What about you Mr.Mano, what do you do for a living? If you dont mind me asking"
>The girl speaks, never looking up from her work
| >Mano leans in, siting on the edge of the sofa.
"I make guns and sell them. But I'm retiring."
>Mano points out the prosthetic and bandages.
| "Ah, gunsmith then? Or however they call those huh, Gunrunners?"
>The girl seems interested and gets up, plates of brass in her hands.
"Ever dealt with someone named Cain?" >The girl moves the plaques to the work bench
| "I, uh... Look. I can't keep this up."
>Mano's head droops in to his hands
"My Name is Anomeat. I used to employ Cain."
| >Eleanore seems surprised, but smiles nonetheless
"That's huh, well I half expected an alias, but to think you'd know Miss Cain, that puts me at ease a little"
>She gets some kind of long device and applies it to the metal
"I mean, I hide a few things myself, nothing much about a few secrets., that's the kind of society we live in."
>She laughs saddly
| "..."
>AM stares at Eleanore for a few seconds, before relaxing.
"Sorry. I was expecting to get shot. It's what usually happens."
>He relaxes back on to the couch.
"So how did you get to know Cain? It seems like she's becoming real popular real quick."
| >Eleanore laughs a bit
"I met her in a bar, the blue lantern"
>She pauses
"I talked quite a bit with her and I would like to think we hit it off, also talked to a man called Graham, he was nice"
>The young girl says
"I then visited her gallery and she announced she was a Gun dealer, I had to leave for some other buisness though"
>She takes out a gun from a nearby pile of paper, a colt
"She offered me this before I left, it works pretty well, I've been meaning to engrave it"
| "Hmm. Sounds like you did more than hit off."
>AM stands up, looking over the weapon
"She really did like you. Maybe you should make it in to an art piece?"
| >Eleanore seems a bit happy
"I-I was thinking about it, I would love to give it back after I engraved it and made something great out of it, as thanks I guess"
>She smiles and giggles a bit before returning onto a serious tone
"I also need to do buisness with her again, I've been meaning to get a new Slug gun, mine got busted up in the riots"
>The young girl suddenly realizes what she was saying and stops talking, looking at Anomeat, laughing anxiously
"Huh, forget I said that"
| "Slug gun? Is that a shotgun with slugs?"
>AM asks, never hearing the term before.
| >>153360
>Eleanore shakes her head
"Its huh, kind of similar I guess, its basically a modified shotgun that can fit any kind of ammo or slug into it"
>Eleanore looks up at AM, her hands still at work on the metal
"Its huh, kind of a staple at this point for me, and I love the kick it provides"
>The girl looks toward the box one last time before looking down on the engraving again, which seems to be proceeding along well
| "Hmm. sounds like a smoothbore, if you want universal compatibility... I'd say a super shorty, with shotshells. Modify the feed ramp and hole to improve reliability. It will be small enough to be concealable. I can keep going with options if you want."
>AM rattles on, head full of ideas.
| "That's right! You're a gun smith too, huh can I ask you to help me then?"
>The girl seems happy at the realization
"as for being concealed I don't think thats something I would need"
>The girl's face is flushed
"I-I mostly use power suits, huh, the loud kind"
"I guess showing is better than telling" >She points to the huge box
"see for yourself if you want to"
| "Power suits. Interesting. So lets see it."
>AM walks over to the box.
| >Eleanore pops up from the seat, seemingly done with her work and walks over, mumbling a soft 'sorry' she opens up the box
"This is it"
>The suit is massive, almost two meters tall (about 6'6") and made up of intricate plaques and plates of metal coated in what appears to be bronze paint, there are thousands of gears beneath the plaques, you can see some scrawling on the main plates, bright yellow quotes in paint: one catches AM's eyes, it reads "Murphy's law?" Eleanore is blushing
| "Holy son of a bitch. Murphy's law my ass."
>AM takes a close note of the functions.
"Shotguns are not what you need."
| >Eleanore looks puzzled
"I mean, I mostly get up and personnal with my foes" >She points to the great sword "Thats why I use this blade, plus the suit can take one hell of a beating"
>You can feel the smugness in Eleanore's voice
"The only thougher suit is bunker's otherwise it won't lose to anyone at all!"
>The young girl seems very proud and she shows a large smile
| "So shotguns it is. I guess your options is a Vepr-12."
>AM takes a step back, taking the grandeur of the suit.
"What do you run in your shells?"
| >Eleanore thinks for a little bit, before having a sudden realization
"How about I show you the old gun? Its busted but you could see what it looks like"
>She grabs something from the box, before turning to AM
"as for the shells, I usually use slugs of iron or lead."
>She brings out the gun, a long tubular rifle, that looks like a dual barreled shotgun but with only one barrel of relatively large size, a mark on the side, tarnished with age reads "Acras Unity corp."
| "It was pretty old, and could only shoot slugs, but it hurts when it had to, though something more modern and capable of firing buckshots would be great"
>Eleanore goes on, nostalgic about the gun
| "A single barreled shotgun. Seriously? What bore is this?"
>AM holds the rifle, checking the sights, opening the action and checking the hammer and trigger.
| >The trigger and hammer seem completely busted, the metal parts are bent and rusted as for the barrel, it seems intact, classic rifling is found on its interior but something is weird about it, two parts on its sides are missing, with serious damage, something caught fire in there or burned to an amazing temperature for sure. A note engraved into the barrel shows warnings and other information, along with model name: Rapture C-s [Made in 2020]
"Its in bad shape huh" >The girl says
| "You can say that again."
>AM hands the shotgun back.
"So how about a trade. I get Cain to get you a new shotgun, and I get the brass engraving?"
| >Eleanore nods her head with vigor
"Deal! I hope you'll like it"
>She hands you the brass plates, with beautiful engraves into them. They are still a bit hot, but you can see the work that went into it, despite being short resulted in incredibly detailed engravings
| "Perfect. Maybe we can visit Cain together."
>AM attaches the brass plating on to his arm, looking at it. The engravings shine and blister in the light.
"You should just do engravings as art, I've never seen detail like this."
| >Eleanore giggles and blushes, her eyes drifting a bit everywhere
"T-Thanks, huh yeah, I wouldnt mind meeting Cain with you the faster the better" >She answers
| "Someone's exited..."
>AM grins
| >Eleanore coughs
"I-I don't see what you're talking about"
>The girl pouts
| "I guess we will soon."
>AM crosses his arms.
"So how bad is the crush?"
| >The girl looks at you, eyes wide and starts stammering baddly, she hides her face with her arms and crouches down on the spot
"Wh-Wha-ahhh huh, huh"
>She looks up at AM, her face is red and she looks extremely embarrassed, on the verge of tears even
"Stop teasing me..."
| "Ok, ok. Sorry. At least be happy you found someone."
>AM comforts her, patting her on the back."
"I'm sorry for teasing you."
| >The girl wipes off the tears, she really does look meek and sick
"T-thanks, but, lets ignore that subject for now... I-Its really embarrasing"
>She steps up and calms her breathing, before looking at AM's arm
"Its fine work, looks really good on you Mr.Anomeat"
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| "Engraved pieces and old things fit well. Who would have guessed."
>AM jokes about his age.
"Just sit down on the sofa, I'll get you some water, and we will get going to Cain's, if you are ready."
| >The young girl nods
"Thank you, its appreciated"
>She sits down, after grabbing her large red coat and pistol
| "I'm ready anytime, Mr.Anomeat"
>The girl fidgets and gets up
| >AM sets down the glass of water, now refilled
"Relax kiddo. Take a step back."
| >she steps down, sighing
"I guess i'm too impatient, well I really do want to posses a new shotgun as fast as possible, as well as huh... Yeah"
>Her eyes dart around, and she drinks the water slowly, calming herself down, her eyes closed.
"Thank you, very much"
>She opens her red eyes again, and stares at AM
"Can I ask you something?"
| "Shoot."
>AM sits down next to her.
| "How did you meet Miss Cain? And got into all this gun buisness?"
>She asks, in a low voice
"It's okay if you dont want to answer..."
| " I meet Cain in a bar, and hired her there. But the gun business? It's too long of a story."
>AM sighs
| >Eleanore nods
"I guess that makes sense, yeah"
>She starts to say something, but stops, shaking her head
| "Let's get going?"
>AM stands up, dusting himself off.
| "Y-yes"
>Eleanore gets up, putting on her coat and some kind of bag
"Let's go then"
>She looks happy
| "Lets."
>AM heads out the door.
| "Yes!"
>Eleanore locks the door after she leaves and closes the door
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| (sorry about the wait, got really busy again, I thought I was over that, I'm fine now and ready to do this now)
>Eleanore looks at Mano's arm, seemingly interested
"I've never engraved anything on cybernetics or augs" >She looks a bit worried
"are you sure this is fine? I can't help but feel like i'm inept for that"
>She looks straight into his eyes