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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 26, 2013 19:27:26 GMT -8
Another day, another Broken car or clock or piece of piping. Marcus' lesser known mechanical skills had been getting a workout over the last little while as he found himself elbow deep in the guts of an old bus he had been wanting to get back up and running. There was an old autoparts shop nestled deep within Anaheim where he and the rest of the wolves quite literaly dragged the rusted behemoth.
Unfortunatly things weren't exactly going as planned today. A sudden growl of frustration would echoe throughout the garage as Marcus hucked a wrench at a random toolbox, his aim distressingly accurate as the wrench rebounded off the raised lid and fell into the box, the force of the blow rocking the box back and foreward which amusingly enough caused the lid to close.
Grabbing a milk crate, the man spun it over at sat down atop of it, wringing an oil rag between his calloused hands.
"What the Fuck is wrong with you....."
He asked the Dormant machine, which of course declined to answer him.
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Post by Your Mom~ on May 16, 2013 18:41:06 GMT -8
Olesya was out on official Voice business, working in tandem with the Crows on a potential collaborative mission in barker's territory. After the meeting, she found herself walking her old stomping grounds, reminiscing slightly. The Crows has been the first to welcome her in, to protect her from the chaos that the world had become. She'd found David here, Maddie, everything she now had was thanks to this place.
She had been on her way to visit her old house when a growl pierced the air, reaching Olesya's ears. Her curiosity piqued, she went to investigate the source. Stepping up to the garage, she was a familiar fire-head fiddling with a old dilapidated bus. He was frustrated, tossing tools around before collapsing onto a milk carton and talking to the mechanical behemoth. The woman smirked, stepping up and leaning against the large door of the garage, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Oh I dunno...where do you want me to start?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on May 19, 2013 23:38:15 GMT -8
With a growl deep in his throat, Marcus would shoot a white hot glare in the direction of the newcomer. A growl that would be cut short as a pang of recognition struck him as he looked over the white haired young woman, Eyebrow arched and head tilted quizzicaly as he tried to put a name to the face.
"I......Know you."
He muttered under his breath. Rising to his feet, he tossed the rag in his hands off to the side and sauntered over towards the mysterious woman, slowly walking a full circle around her before looking her in the eyes.
"Bobcat? Girl is that'chu?"
Pieces started comming together. The hair mostly, but the face structure as well. The eyes were different though. Both Color and patter. Her unique multi colored eyes were now both the same. Which was kinda dissapointing considering how rare and cool Heterocromatin was. It HAD to have been Bobcat. Noone else besides Silk would have the balls to tease him when he was this frustrated.
"Jesus FUCK Bobcat, it IS you!"
He declared excitedly, looking her over and at the subtle changes she had undergone over the time since they last met.
"How the fuck have you been? I havent seen you in almost a year!"
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Post by Your Mom~ on May 20, 2013 2:47:16 GMT -8
The man clearly wasn't in the mood to be disturbed, but when he looked up, his temper was cut short as he saw just who it was that addressed him. There was recognition in his eyes, but a slight confusion as she approached her. The puzzle pieces didn't quite fit into place, but she could see the gears in his head turning.
She could have opened her mouth to remind him, but Olesya found too much amusement in his bewilderment. Her hair was clearly unmistakable, it marked her as an Experiment, but her eyes had changed since he'd last seen her. Thanks to Doctor Twists treatment to rid her body of the hated chemicals that Barker injected her with, they had balanced the color of her eyes. There were still shards of ice blue among the hazel, creating a kaleidoscope effect in her irises, but the strickly mismatched colored eyes were no longer.
"Well hey there, Fire-head."
The corners of her mouth twitched upward as he greated her excitedly. Had it really been almost a year since their romp around the abandoned business yard? Man, time sure flew by fast..
"I had some business to take care of. Plus, I'm housed up in Dragon Territory now, been doing some work with them. How've you been? Keeping busy I see."
She nodded to the silent machinery in the garage that was the source of his frustration. Les didn't know much about mechanics, but she was starting to learn more about her bike in case she ran into trouble while out and about.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jul 25, 2013 14:20:58 GMT -8
Fire head? Marcus had a good giggle at that. What caught his attention immediatly though was hearing about how the young platinum blonde was helping the dragons!
"Good to hear! Good to hear! I'm with the Crows camp myself in fact. In fact, in fact it would be safe to say 'keeping busy is the understatement of the year. Unless you Apply it to our glorious leader boss lady, then it would be understatement of the decade....."
Drifting off on a tagent, the man suddenly snapped back to the here and now.
"Oh...sorry, what're we talking about again? RIGHT! So that makes us allies then huh? More or less anyway, prolly more than less. Prolly the exact case actualy last I checked......ANYWAY! Been fine, been pretty fine. Babysitting all of Anahiem essentialy since the military pulled out and us Crows pulled in. S'been quiet though. Boring quiet though I guess I should be grateful right? Been loud everywhere else but look where THAT got them, haha! So here I sit fixing old tech and making sure stuffs run like clockwork. Fun hobby I won't lie, you'd be surprised how civilization hungers for people who are good with their hands after being knocked on their ass like this."
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Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 23, 2013 16:46:47 GMT -8
"Oh, I would completely agree with you. We lucked out to have a couple green thumbs in our area to spearhead the rooftop gardens. It's funny how many things we've had done for use before the bombs fell."
She nodded, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed casually.
"The Dragons are in the middle of negotiations with the Crows, so yeah, I'd say we're allies. But then again, with our eccentric history, I don't think I could truly be your enemy."
Not unless he was one of Barker's goonies, but they'd already established that neither of them were. It was good to have contacts in different clans, regardless of affiliation. Keep your friends close and enemies closer.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Aug 27, 2013 11:12:02 GMT -8
Marcus made a thoughtful grunt in his throat as he considered the concept of rooftop gardens. Definitely something to look into later.
"We got communal farms left over by the military ourselves. You know what's funny about that is how quickly the power structure shifted. The blue collar working class are pretty much the ones running the show. You have no idea how funny it is to see a lawyer be taught how to wash, sew and get bossed around by their ex maid."
As Olesya explained the situation with the Crows and the dragons, Marcus let a knowing smile spread across his face. He had been keeping somewhat up to date on that, chewing up the 'need to knows' written up by Delilah that crossed his desk. her last comment though made him laugh out loud.
"I find the best way to make friends is to tackle them off rooftops after a good chase don't you think? Heh. I still wanna know how you spiderman'ed clean up that wall though. I've been practising Parkour since I was twelve and even I can't make my feet stick like glue like that."
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Post by Your Mom~ on Sept 24, 2013 7:38:57 GMT -8
Olesya smirked at the visualization. It truly was the handy ones that ran the show now. Without the farmers and seamstresses and blacksmiths and mechanics and tailors, all the hardworking people who averaged 30k a year, all the snobbish well-to-do people would have starved to death in rags. It surely paid off to know a trade, that's for sure. Olesya had survived by scavenging what she could and trading it for things she needed. Now here she was a figurehead and leader of one of the biggest factions in California.
"Do that all the time, do ya?"
She asked about talking people off rooves. At his comment about her Spiderman abilities, she smirked secretively.
It's no super power, really. It's these shoes...gift from a friend. They had a tread unlike anything I'd ever worn."
She pointed down to the black ballet shoes on her feet. They must seem a bit off in a world where work boots were making a come back. They could stick to just about any surface as long as she kept moving. They got her out of more than a couple tight spots over the years, they were the only shoes she wore anymore.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 26, 2013 21:57:59 GMT -8
"Only to the people I like."
The man said with a smirk before adding in an Indian accent complete with flamboyant hand gestures.
"It is an Ancient hindu ritual you see."
Olesya's wicked little grin definitely perked the man's interest, who tilted his head and waited for her to explain, eyes nearly shooting up to hide within his shaggy long hair as she showed off her ballet shoes.
'Ballet shoes? Special Treads?'
Marcus looked over at her with a skeptical expression and who could blame him. Ballet shoes letting a woman walk on walls? Her explanation of special treads was flimsy at best. Why it was almost as impossible as a pair of leather gloves that warded off direct heat and didn't burn.
'Hey wait a minute...'
"Special shoes, kinda like my Special gloves."
The man said as he stroked his beard before slipping one of them off.
"Here, give a feel. Leather right?"
Walking over to a work station, Marcus pulled out a welding torch which was hooked to the side of one of the cabinets, turned the propane tank on and lit the end of the nozzle with the sparker tool and adjusted the fire to a blue searing flame.
"Now watch this."
He said with a wicked smile of his own before moving the flame over his other gloved hand and holding it there for about five seconds. Just to show off alittle, the man even let the flame touch bare flesh for a few seconds before it was back to the glove, his Natural resistance to heat thanks to the Gamble fruit keeping his flesh from being cooked.
"Ta da!"
He would cry as he pulled the torch away and raised his hand up to show a complete lack of damage what so ever.
"It's MAGIC!"
Without hesitation the man then
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Post by Your Mom~ on Sept 30, 2013 4:12:22 GMT -8
Les smirked when he could hardly believe her 'special shoes,' because when she'd first gotten them, she could hardly believe it herself. She'd learned of this special 'skill' when running away from some thugs she'd pickpocketed, and had made it up the brick wall without any trouble when she'd originally been trying to just grab the ledge and hoist herself up. It was only a matter of experimentation from there.
Olesya widened her eyes as he set his hand on fire. Or rather, the glove. Or, rather...the flames licked around the leather, not actually touching him. They were completely flame resistant.
"Impressive, though I shouldn't say Im surprised, hot-head."
She smirked, making the comparison of his 'trick' to his flame colored hair.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 30, 2013 19:24:24 GMT -8
An underwhelming reaction to a man lighting himself on fire but then again a woman like Bobcat probably had seen her fair share of freaky shit.
"Pinched it off of a Barker Lieutenant that Shat fire everywhere. No clue how it works or why but for some reason these gloves are more fireproof than what Firefighters use."
Putting his other glove back on, Marcus set about putting the torch away.
"Makes me wonder though. Seems like most High brass Barker goons are running around with kit like this. So the question is, where the fuck are they getting this from? How are they making things like this? Shoes that let you stick to walls, Gloves that resist fire, Jackets that let you make the perfect apple pie."
With the torch hooked in place, Marcus was free to reach back and bind his hair back into a braided ponytail.
"Wouldn't mind where Barker gets this stuff. Mabey find out how he's outfitting his boys and girls and hit them at the source."
'Hold on, did I just say all that out loud or did I just think it?'
The man paused, eyes unfocused for a moment before returning to Olesya looking mildly embarrassed.
"Uuuuh, Heh. Sorry bout that, Just thinking out loud."
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 1, 2013 4:39:18 GMT -8
Rather than look taken aback at his words, Olesya looked thoughtful. She looked down at the gloves on her hands. They had been a 'gift' from the correctional facility years ago when she was experimented on. They gave them to her to fight the other inmates, but she'd kept them when she broke out. The shoes...she wasn't sure where Emily had gotten them from, but she too had been captured in the Correctional Facility...had she taken them from there?
"You know...I think you have a point."
She said slowly, the gears in her head still turning.
"These gloves are from Barker, nicked 'em when I escaped from the facility back in high school. These shoes and jacket are a gift, I don't know their origins."
She laced her fingers and pushe dher hands outward, cracking her knuckles.
"Barker's goonies wouldn't have so much bite to their bark without their little toys..."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 1, 2013 22:05:57 GMT -8
"I say we bug the Named Dragons."
Marcus mused, tugging on his bearded chin.
"Back in the day the Dragons were named as such cause they defeated the ORIGINAL Named Dragons, took their weapons and assumed the names. Electric gloves, Super strength Belts. BONE GAUNTLETS! Story was ALL around 552 at the time. I figure they would be the best place to start don't you think?"
Oh this was FAR past a simple idle thought. Marcus had the fire in his mellow brown eyes now. The look of a wolf that just caught wind of prey.
"You figure any of the 'Big Three' are available?"
The Big Three meaning Mathew, Leon and David naturally.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Oct 4, 2013 11:58:49 GMT -8
"Going from Barker's flunkies to the Big Three? Why aren't you ballsy."
She laughed, shaking her head. She'd seen David at home earlier today, but hadn't seen much of Mathew or Leon since she returned from the Halfway House. She figured they were off on some mission or another, doing secret Dragon things.
"And what if we can't find 'em?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 7, 2013 19:54:58 GMT -8
"Go big or go home right?"
He responded with his trademark smirk, Slowly he was growing more and more animated, biting down on the curled knuckle of his index finger as he tried to keep up with his own train of thought.
No small feat.
"Besides, With the Big three it's a fact finding mission. I figure if anyone other than Barker knows where these trinkets come from, it's them. Asiv might know too but....."
Struck with a thought, Marcus tapped his chin with his curled knuckle and gestured to the White haired woman.
"Say Bobcat, what's your take on Asiv?"
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