Post number #409406, ID: 7107a9
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>They say serindipity is the mother of all invention, and they are stupid >Pleasure, Chaos, Mystery >These are the things that should father any good explo- invention >Maybe you heard the ad, maybe you simply where curious about the giant neon sign under the highway >No matter the reason, you step inside a land of chaos and entropy >Welcome to the Ghersh Lavi-ratory >The building has a small sign near the door, reading 'Open', smoke is rising from a window...
Post number #409409, ID: 7107a9
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>A tall man with a shabby beard enters the building
"Huh, hello? I- why does it smell likw burned coals in here"
>He says
Post number #409411, ID: 7107a9
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>>409409 >A chime rings out as you enter the building >The inside looks like a warehouse that could belong to the gods of Chaos themselves, a large number of inventions are strewn around haphazardly, reaching the ceiling in some corners >Steps approach and eventually someone enters the room, covered in soot >A short girl with large horns and a thick reptilian tail, she's wearing a lab coat and goggles
Post number #409413, ID: 399192
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>>409411 >She sees her potential customer and tries wiping the soot off of her, to no avail "Welcome to the Ghersh Lavi-Ratory, I'm the titular Ghersh. Pardon the look, my oven exploded on me." >She coughs "So? Why have you come here?" (Stop stealing my ID, too, vile thief)
Post number #409418, ID: 7107a9
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>The man doesnt seem impressed by the weird look of the girl, slowly looking around
"I didnt expect to meet someone like you here, miss huh?"
Post number #409423, ID: 399192
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>>409418 "Call me Ririna, that or Rina, Lavi, RG, God, The Demonic Inventor of Neo-Tokyo or THE MAD SCIENTIST OF CHAOS." >She laughs menacingly before coughing again "So, what brings a man like you here? An fan of explosion? Or do you want something that actually has practical applications? I stopped selling party trick knowledge injectors though, something about turning people into piƱata busting super soldiers." >She sighs
Post number #409424, ID: 7107a9
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>>409423 >The man stopa looking around
"No, I actually came down here because I heard some weird ad, and also to maybe get some help with a little project, I heard you can create basically anything"
>The man takes out some kind of gloves, they look bulky
"I do trust you are acquaintanced with code101?"
Post number #409426, ID: 399192
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>>409424 >The girl sighs loudly "Yeah, sure. But I'll have you know I don't deal with those things anymore. No interest in all these dumb Off Worlder politics nonsense." >She turns to look up, beyond the skylight... which shows the underside of an highway "Yes, I found my true love in Inventing... and explosions, I really like those." >She snaps back to attention "But I'm still looking for a love interest, send your applications to my PO Box for review."
Post number #409428, ID: 7107a9
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>>409426 "... Yeah, I'll pass on that"
>He sighs
"All I want is a mock way of explaining well, my Source-usage, they say technology is as close as that now"
>He points to the gloves
Post number #409430, ID: 399192
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>>409428 "So... a diversion of sorts? Gib details plox... ah, but first, gotta go change, I'll be right back with my notepad. Feel free to look around, but don't touch too many things, they might explode..." >Without time to respond, Ghersh has already left through a sliding automatic door
Post number #409433, ID: 7107a9
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>>409430 "... I don't wanna explode"
>The man says with a sigh as he waits around for the little girl to come back
Post number #409435, ID: 399192
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>>409433 >After a few minutes, Ririna is back, soot free >She lifts up a small machine, which inadvertently shows off her very large chest "Tada, the Soot-B-Gone! It absorbs soot, and then turns it into some dove figurines!" >She laughs "Now details, plox, and make it snappy, I have all day, but I still need to perfect Mr.Boom mk6."
Post number #409439, ID: 7107a9
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"Yeah, yeah... It's pretty hard to explain, but I mastered mental-hex and what people called Classical Casting"
>He doesnt seem to want to go into any other details
"I just want to make it look like either I use Biotic implants or just super techy gloves or something, oh and my UM is 1520"
Post number #409445, ID: 7107a9
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>Ghersh looks at you "... Well, I can make Gloves alright." >She goes towards a messy worktable, tossing everything off it >She begins to draw something all the while grabbing a few machines "Well, I can make it look like implants of sorts. But any dumb Source User will be able to tell in no time, so I'll get serious here. I hope you have the money to pay for this." >She starts laughing as she begins tinkering furiously
Post number #409446, ID: 7107a9
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>>409445 "... I thought it was free, whatever"
>He sighs and then seems to remember something
"Dont make it explode alright, Id rather not say goodbye to my working hands"
Post number #409450, ID: 7107a9
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>>409446 >Ghersh looks distressed "Wh-wh-what? No-n-no explosions? How can you live without the risk, the danger? Explosions are romantic, and thus it can be said: Explosions = Romance!" >She's growing paler and shakier "Bu-but I guess I can try... no explosions, no explosions..."
Post number #409452, ID: 7107a9
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>>409450 "... You have issues lady"
>The man simply states
Post number #409520, ID: d028c9
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>>409452 "Lemme be, some guy like you could never understand my passion." >She shakes her head, still tinkering with whatever it is she is making "Just gimme a sec here, and stop staring. I promise I won't sneak in a self destruct switch or anything. Sheesh, you guys are all boring as sin nowadays."
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| >They say serindipity is the mother of all invention, and they are stupid
>Pleasure, Chaos, Mystery
>These are the things that should father any good explo- invention
>Maybe you heard the ad, maybe you simply where curious about the giant neon sign under the highway
>No matter the reason, you step inside a land of chaos and entropy
>Welcome to the Ghersh Lavi-ratory
>The building has a small sign near the door, reading 'Open', smoke is rising from a window...