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[Setting] The Castle, Tech Clinic
| >>799863
"Guess tonight really is just that slow. Well, when there's no explosions and EMPs crippling everyone... guess it makes sense."
>The owner exhales more smoke as she muses
"Wonder what Anri's doing these days... nah, not really, actually."
| >Into the clinic walks in a man with dark hair wearing a baggy green canvas jacket, talking on the phone.
"Look, chief. All I'm saying is your career's really taking off now and I'm almost *in* with the guys, Soon we'll damn near have the sway to book you against anyone."
>He takes a pause.
"Yeah, that's the point! People'll pay good money for a chance to watch you lose, and it'll only grow if we keep'em waiting."
>He pulls the phone away from his ear and takes a seat.
| >>800081
>Illya crushes the butt of her cigarette into an ashtray and eyes the man, waiting for him to finish
>Her gaze is level and dull, whatever the man speaks, she has no care for it, her mind wanders somewhere else
| >>800341
>The man jerks the phone down in a huff, the other end of the line hung up. He clicks his tongue in an act of disapproval then looks back up at Illya.
"What can you do right? You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it think. Guy's probably more of a jackass than a horse though."
"Wondering if you can help me out with a little something."
>He holds up his left hand, his thumb is a crude cybernetic, an antique, so large that it runs even with his index finger.
| >>800467
>The woman invites the man to seat himself in front of her on the desk and pulls out some sort of multi-tool
"An antique model, huh? Either it's an amazing story or the most boring in the world."
>She sits down across the man
"So, anything you can tell me about the piece? Model, entry in service year... that and the crux of your issue."
| >The man pulls the seat back and it makes a shrill screech as he drags it across the floor. He sits down.
"You could call it a hand-me-down, sorta... I ripped it off a whole arm and attached it myself so I'm not entirely sure. Think it's BF make, couldn't be less than 20 years old. But, I'm here about this."
>He raises the thumb, his wrist makes subtle movements, and an electric spark similar to a stun gun crackles weakly at its tip.
"It's a mod, and it's not strong enough."
| >>800697
"I see."
>Illya takes her multitool and begins prodding on the finger
"More power, huh... so you looking to change the entire thing for something else or up the power on that piece? Gonna have to know before I start doin' anything."
>She puts on an overengineered pair of spectacles
"Term of opinion, I'd swap the whole thing off, seems like it barely made it through the years, even with a juicin' up... won't last a few more without serious care."
| >>800698
>The modification itself, is frankly speaking; an absolute piece of shit and whoever attached it did a hack job.
"I'd rather not replace the whole thing, It's as much a keepsake as it is an appendage. Plus I'm poor as fuck, couldn't jump over a nickel to save a dime."
"I'd like to use it to cauterize wounds, little ones. It's less of a hassle and epinephrine is kinda a big expense nowadays. Self defense would be nice too, but right now it's not fit to do either."
| >>800721
>The owner pulls out a new smoke and puts it to her lips
"I see, I'll need to prod some then."
>She fiddles with her goggles and begins running the edge of the multitool along the finger
"...Wiring needs some work, gonna have to replace some of the burnt off ones... power module... maybe a GSG could get the job done."
>She lights her smoke with her free hand
"I can make it work nice again, but you'll need to either care for it or bring it back on the regular, yeah?"
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| >Hospitals heals wounds of the flesh, but The Castle, a tiny clinic tucked in a dark alley of Neon, focused on the wounds that any techs and implants could incur.
>Whether it be augs, guns or anything in between, they could fix and often improve it, if you had the nuyen for it
>Tonight had been a quiet night, and the owner, Illya Steins, was having a smoke behind the counter while watching the news... again
"Dog eat dog world out there. And I hate dog."
>She sighs and huffs smoke