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nysalogs2018-08-01 10:55 am
braidedwonder) wrote in nysalogs2018-08-01 10:55 am
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the moon & antarctica (mostly open)
Who: Duo Maxwell (braidedwonder) & You!
What: Adventures on Nadril, Duo dealing with unpleasant feels
When: August 1st & onward!
Where: Duo’s bunks, scrapping sites, bars – all around Nadril
Warning(s): Probably language eventually, talk of past traumas and PTSD from his Shaman capture
i. i just got a message that said "yeah hell is freezin' over"
ii. i got a phone call from the lord sayin' "hey boy get a sweater. right now"
iii. does anybody know a way that a body could get away? (closed to close CR)
iv. so we're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola
braidedwonder) & You! What: Adventures on Nadril, Duo dealing with unpleasant feels
When: August 1st & onward!
Where: Duo’s bunks, scrapping sites, bars – all around Nadril
Warning(s): Probably language eventually, talk of past traumas and PTSD from his Shaman capture
i. i just got a message that said "yeah hell is freezin' over"
[ Honestly? Duo hates the cold. Hates it with the kind of passion that any kid who’s spent a couple too many nights sleeping rough on a cold colony at night would, even after bundling up in all the cold weather gear that they’ve been provided. After a few incidents of braid freezing, Duo’s finally learned to coil that long rope of hair around his neck, thick enough to be a scarf of its own kind, hands almost constantly tucked in to his pockets.
Any trips out in the world for supplies or food are generally rushed jobs – darting from one warm place to another in every sense of the word. Meeting Duo in the street is now a much shorter conversation, a few words tossed back in forth as he’s on the run, that kind of thing, unless a passerby is lucky enough to catch him inside one of those warm locations he so prefers.
a. During the day, when he’s not scrapping or generally braving the cold to sell his parts wears, Duo spends his meal times in a café that seems to specialize in filling soups and broths that Duo has become a huge follower of. He’s happier to talk with a warm bowl of soup in front of his face should you be lucky enough to catch him out an about at all.
b. By night, Duo reverts to his nocturnal ways and can be found, mostly, at bars. It’s useful to get yourself just drunk enough that your fingers already feel fuzzy and detached before they do it themselves in the cold, isn’t it? He doesn’t participate in the dare games, much preferring to just spend time in his own little corner with himself and his drink, uncharacteristically unsociable. Maybe try your luck? ]
ii. i got a phone call from the lord sayin' "hey boy get a sweater. right now"
[ Scrapping, at least, is something that Duo Maxwell knows like the back of his own hand. Whether it’s on another planet, another town, another universe – the idea is the same. Get the parts that are least common and in the best shape, sell them for profit. The deeper in to the guts of a ship or a piece of equipment one needed to do for that part? The more likely that it’ll bring in a pretty damn good profit to line his pockets with silver with. And, really, without Deathscythe to work on down there on Nadril, there’s not much else to occupy Duo’s devilish little hands with than that.
Thankfully it’s a job he’s good at and doesn’t mind doing even in the frigid cold of Nadril, depending on where he’s going for his latest bounty this time.
‘Have parts? Will travel’ is the motto for the month when he deigns the day worthy to come out of his little capsule hotel like accommodations.
Duo splits his time between the marketplaces and his actual scrounging places, elbow deep in a panel before he turns, a bit sheepish and offering a his free hand: ]
Think you could give me a tug? I’ve wedged myself a little…
iii. does anybody know a way that a body could get away? (closed to close CR)
[ Most of Duo’s time is spent, noticeably : not being social.
The braided teen tends to spend a lot of his time tucked away in his accommodations on Nadril, generally buried under blankets with a pistol under his pillow. It’s an annoying complication of being a soldier that was post war and also post kidnapping on a frigid mountain who, in this weather and familiar snowy landscape, sometimes wakes in a cold sweat anticipating a burning wake up call any second. Thankfully those have never come, but it’s had a considerable effect on Duo’s mental state. Of course, some days are better than others, and he’s out in the streets, smiling in that way that’s more genuine than a happy mask, but others he can’t even bear the thought of leaving the room and facing the cold.
Ration bar wrappers are scattered on surfaces throughout his room, as well as parts that he’s kept when the market buyers won’t give him the prices he wants, and, generally?
The place is a pig sty. Not that it’s unusual for Duo – he’s lived in a constant state of clutter since the very beginning – but this mess seems to lean itself more toward the fact that he just.. doesn’t care. Can’t bring himself to care, more like.
He’s always available via communicators, but even those communiques seem cut off and stunted, like he’s gone back in to some kind of hiding for some reason or is dealing alone with things that may be a little too heavy for such petite shoulders. Visiting him in person? Equally as testy an experience, at first, as any knocks on the door are met with a suspicious eye, a pistol, as always, tucked in to his belt even when he’s lounging around.. under his pillow when he’s sleeping. ]
Yeah? Who is it?
iv. so we're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola
Wild card option! If there’s an option I haven’t provided but you want to thread it? Toss it my way!
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[ Duo's own greedy little hands have landed him here, and to be honest he's... not even a little annoyed with it. After all, this is how he's going to make a bit of a profit while they're here in Nadril. It's really all he's ever done, whether it was Wyver, Olympia, up on Thesa. Hustling and figuring it out so that he could make the next big score is pretty constantly on his mind, and raiding old ships for parts isn't going to stop any time soon with that thought in mind. ]
Let's just say without a little extra tug I'm gonna have to let go of this piece I wanna sell and I don't wanna let it go.
[ So he just offers a hand, more insistent this time - ] I dunno if you're gonna be heavy enough but just.. see if it'll work.
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[ that earns Duo an eyebrow raise as he keeps bouncing a few more times to get a better idea of how deep his hand is, how much of a struggle it might be, and seeing whether he might be able to get any leverage before grabbing that extended and non-trapped hand. ]
Just say something if you feel any pain.
[ and with one final jump, Morgana grabs on and pulls Duo down and away. of course, while he seems smaller, that head of his is still pretty big--- and he's as heavy as a large cat as well. ]
sorry for the delay!!
I ain't gonna lose a hand.. [ That's a bit too dramatic even for the kid who put huge bat wings on his giant murder robot - don't get him wrong, drama is right up his alley, just.. well.
If he was going to lose a hand he'd have let go of the part by then. Maybe. ]
Worst I'm gonna lose is some skin on my knuckles and I ain't that delicate so just.. pull away.
[ No need to bring up that he's had worse, or anything like that - Thankfully Morgana's weight is enough to tug him, slowly but surely, his own slight weight and ability to at least wiggle his hand to work it free working in their favor. ]
Gimme one more nice tug -
npnp!
[ even though he lacks the ability to revive people from being knocked out (and close to death) as well as heal mortal damage, at least he could draw upon the power of Zorro and Dia to take care of some skin loss? maybe not a very deep scrape but at least stop the bleeding? he hasn't been able to utilize this skill yet, but he also doesn't want to unless it's absolutely necessary. ]
Okay! I'm gonna give it all I've got!
[ which also means using Duo as a springboard: leaping up and kicking off of his side with his little paws with great zeal. there's a lot of strength in those legs of his from a lot of bouncing and jumping. ]
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I'm not ... that worried about it - [ A few scuffed knuckles was practically par for the course when it comes to Duo Maxwell and injuries. The question was whether it was because of punching something (someone) or a situation like this.
Duo hadn't expected to be used as a spring board, however, and the hit from the kick off has him whipping around pretty quickly, instinct already opening his mouth before he even registers that this movement is what's going to get him out. ]
What in the hell - [ His moment of insult dissolves as soon as he feels his hand pull free and his body lurch to the side faster than he'd expected and his brain then reverts from being mad to catching himself.
For a few seconds, anyway, and then - ]
Warn a guy would ya?!
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[ said with the most smug cat-like face he could make, which is pretty convincing given his stature and his features anyway? his methods have worked, someone should be more thankful given the other ways he could've tried to assist Duo. ]
So, did you get whatever you needed out from there? [ he tries to look around, see if he can spot it in Duo's hand. ] Or do you have butterfingers?
[ show him the money, Duo. ]
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Yeah but you could'a warned me before givin' me a kick in the gut. [ What are you, man, some kind of cat Heero Yuy who gets their jollies off of pulverizing his guts? Yeesh. Anyways, Duo moves along quickly, turning to check out his pretty well skinned up knuckles for all of 0.05 seconds before he's right on to the money shot - his precious part.
To him it looks a bit like a catalytic converter of his world, though much smaller and made of brighter metal, buried away in hopes that it would make it enough of a pain in the ass to steal or just a pain in the ass to replace. ]
I got it.. [ Duo barely stops some mutter of 'nosey' as he sees him trying to catch a peek, but presents the little part anyways. ]
Hopefully this is what I think it is.
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Yeah? Looks like some kind of... it must be important, because it's so small.
[ right? that makes sense to him! something critical and necessary that someone might pay a ton for. ]
But what is it? I'm not a mechanic.
[ 'nosey', but appreciative. ]
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Ones I've seen back in my world are bigger, but I think it's about the same use.. [ Judging by what's attached and all that, he thinks. Some small part of him that's till the thief from L2 who tends to hoard things doesn't really want to elaborate too much in case this.. cat? tries to make off with it, but..
He thinks he might have an advantage honestly. ]
I think it's kinda like this part of this ship's catalytic converter.. So it basically like.. [ Duo's face scrunches, trying to simply his wording. ] It takes all the toxic fumes machinery makes and converts it in to something less toxic.
If that makes sense.
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[ well, that makes more sense and the fact it does something like that certainly makes it important? the size of it is also pretty interesting. it must get some kind of money for its purpose and for how small it is... ]
And you're going to sell it?
[ he strokes his chin with a paw as Morgana stares at Duo with big blue eyes. ]
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Yeah.. to make it real basic. But this ship probably has multiples of them, considering the size of it.. it's just a matter of finding them if they're this size. [ Which is a better challenge than trying to keep himself entertained in his little capsule hotel like room under blankets like the big baby he is.. that much is for sure. If there's one thing that's going to convince Duo to come out of his room and actually exist amongst other people, it's most definitely money and food. ]
Might as well. If we're gonna be stuck here a while might as well make some money.
[ So, on that note, Duo moves to tuck that part in to his pocket, tucking a small tool back in to the base of his braid. ]
Which, on that note, I better get movin' on some more scrapping.
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I want to see more of these machines and I don't exactly have the best method of getting anything out of them.
[ and he wants to learn. he knows how a car works to some extent. ]
I promise I won't give you another surprise thumping!
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If you wanna learn, sure.. [ Duo shrugs, kind of... happy for the company. He's been mostly shut off in his room since they arrived in Nadril anyway (by his own doing) and it wouldn't hurt to show someone the ropes. He wasn't so competitive that he wouldn't teach someone how to work the circuit so to speak.
Though... Duo reaches back in to his hair, rooting around for a moment before producing what looks like an innocent enough clip to pass over. ]
Take one a these. They're handy in small spaces like ships like this.
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Whoa! This is great! [ and Morgana happily slides it onto his bandanna. ] It'll be good for when my claws don't work.
Oh, and I'm Morgana.
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And easy to hide. [ Duo always has a few of them just in case, but that's easy enough to hide in literally close to five feet of hair hanging down a man's back. He's not gonna ask about claws right now, thanks, shrugging his shoulders at the mention. Everyone's got their own tips and tricks..
Even cats, apparently. ]
Name's Duo Maxwell.
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[ because he should be as polite as possible, just in case he has to... uh, improvise. neither of his forms are very helpful at reaching the highest shelves or grabbing onto things that require strength.
he just won't vault off of Duo. that's all he can internally promise. ]
Don't worry, I'm just going to watch. If you get stuck again, I'll just punch it until you can get free.
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Well just don't break nothin' that's worth a few coins.. [ Listen, if it came down to it he'll lose some more skin on his knuckles to make a buck. He hasn't even really noticed how skinned up his hand is right about now, more than likely because he's just been in way worse shape than a little bit of skin off his knuckles.
Either way, he's pocketing that particular part, flicking a little flashlight out to take a little look see around where he'd just been investigating. ]
What's left in here is pretty common I think.. seen a lot of 'em through this ship so.. Probably going to move on to another obscure panel and see what's there..