[Interim One] Bivona

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Bivona
Plaza


Dahlia was standing, holding her cold hands out to thaw from the warm air being wafted out of the vent. She nearly jumped out of her skin as her name was screeched for the first time in quite a while, making her quite easy to spot out of the crowd. Looking around for anyone staring, particularly in teal, she shimmied away from the heater to the corner of the Plaza.

She pulled Cognis off of the cobbled street, looking around with a tint of paranoia before speaking. "How did you get out here, Cog? I thought the techs were still waiting to look you over-"

The Scholar squinted, looking up at the hovercraft with the hole in the bottom- presumably, where Cognis came from. "And who are you?"
 
Caesar floated down on the platform he made from his ship, stepping off the disc in a manner that would put any mortal man's swagger to shame. As soon as he stepped off, the disc flattened to the ground below it, making an approachable elevator platform.

"Caesar Auric, Artificer, Artifact Appraiser, and Artifact Collector." In his mind, hundreds of possibilities were coming through caesar's head. "And your friend here... Needs you at the moment. We'll have more time to talk later." Better take the safe bet then, he thought.

Caesar raised his hand and the bottom of the craft became opaque again, returning the ship to a default state.

"I'll give you a ride to your ship if you need it."
 
Cog twitched on the ground for a few moments before rocketing to his feet... Then promptly overbalancing and falling flat on his (slightly scuffed) face-plate. He spoke frantically, his voice marred by intermittent bursts of static, small loops, and the warbling sound of malfunctioning synthesizers.

"MMISSMORGANMISSMORrrRRGANMI-kshhhh -GAN! WHAT-- WhaT-- WHatISTHATTHIiiiINGINTHECARGOBAYWHATHAP-- HaPPENEDATTHERUINS-- IiiII-- I-- I-- IBROKEAGAINANDIjuStWoKEupAND- kssshhhhhh -ON'T LIS-- LISTEN!"
 
Downrider
Cargo Bay


On the second thought, (due to how Osco has been staring at that intimately rustling spot for a good several minutes,) Juryrig has the thought of... Doing something better with his time than waiting around for something to happen! After all, while this metal arm of his is nice, this was merely a temporary multi-tool.

For extra context, the mad man has this Curse within him, one that has corrupted him physically and mentally. While the mutagen has done a great job giving him the immune system to fight it off, he knew it was about time to make a new dose when his arm began spontaneously mutating into a messy cord of tendrils. So, he chopped it off, put the arm in a big ice jar, and made a spare robot arm. It is a nice new arm, but Jury has his reasons for wanting to be whole and fleshy, and not a cyborg.

So, he hummed, skirting pass Deimos, and working at his corner of the cargo bay, taking the ice jar out and opening it. "Heh, and they all thought I wasn't being original. No, I was just solving a problem; I'm already perfect the way I am." Juryrig looked down at the mess of solid, frozen flesh, dead by being chilled for too long. He took a saw, and handed it to Boy Scout. "Boy, hold this!"

The scientist took out other insanely designed medical apparatus, and began pumping alchemical fluids into the carcass, the conconction reverting the condition of the arm from "cursed and frozen" to "normal" in several minutes. During that time, he had also prepared a bottle filled with questionable bravery juice, cleaned Boy Scout, and read the Alchemical Almanac backwards. Waiting on this many joint posts over the course of three days has taught this lunatic how to survive the long stretches of sheer boredom, and how to temporary defy the laws of time once or twice every decade.

"There we go, my arm is cured! Now for the fun stuff!" Juryrig drank his questionable bravery, and gestured to the robot arm. "Boy! Replace my arm!'

The butler of electric boogaloo proceeded to surgically remove the scrappy apperatus, and apply the fleshy, freshy arm to the profusely bleeding stump. It was a bit messy, the arm had to be adjusted because it was backwards, blood was everywhere (again), but Boy Scout did the job!

"Whew... Geez, who paid you to be a doctor, Boy?" The alchemist flexed his arm, and kissed it. "Still, not bad, not bad, got my arm and improved your pathway abilities." He struck a pose, grinning like a maniac who was a star of his own show; "Mission accomplished, but there is still more to do!"
 
Bivona
Plaza

Dahlia looked around frantically, before dragging the hysterical robot out into one of the side alleys. "Cognis, calm the hell down and tell me what's actually wrong."

The scholar wiped a hand down their face, squashing their pale features briefly. She looked back at the Artificer, Artifact Appraiser, and Artifact Collector, Caesar Auric. "Thanks for delivering him," she said, somewhat sternly. "I'll see if he'll need a round trip, but I'm fine for now."
 
Downrider's Interior
Specifically, the Cargo Bay


The little miss Shan poked her head into the room, eyes slightly squinted by fatigue. She was sleeping, clearly, and Cognis's... Cognis-ness clearly had some factor in waking her up, because the first thing she asked was pretty straightforward: "What the hell's going on here? I heard shouting and clanging and... Sttuufffffff!"
 
Bivona
Plaza


The illustrious Caesar decided it's about time to pull his trump card. "I also came by to ask of you a favor," he said, pulling out another business card from his jacket, and handing it to Dahlia, this time with actual information and contacts, including a small little hologram full of past jobs and contracts, scrolling by just below it. "I'd like to join your band of misfits. What's your price point?" Shortly after, Caesar pulled out the silver key, and tossed it high into the air, catching it with his opposite hand. "I'm sure you could use my services."

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Bivona
Downrider


The oblivious Reman took a look at the device incomplete in front of him, and asked; "So, what you're saying is that we've got some sort of control system for transformation?" He looks at the panel on the device Marie applied. "Aim forward? Wouldn't that be inconvenient? Like, if you were moving around, having to aim it forward all the time?"
 
Bivona
Downrider


"No, you point it at the enemy when you pull the levers back and the excess energy released during the transformation gets funneled at whoever's unfortunate enough to stand in the way," Marie replied, still focusing on disassembling her current driver to see how it could fit, sighing in relief when she realized that energy could quite easily be vented into the chamber.

"After you transform you can do whatever you like. The engraving is just a soldier's myth that rocket launchers have the same words written on the business end." Marie continued on her explanation as she retrieved the first part out of the machine, not even looking at the pilot's complaint.

"Hi, I did science. You missed the fun. Big breakthroughs where made. The driver works and transforming was a lot less painful than I thought it would be, although someone should probably check if I broke the door."
 
Downrider's Cargo Bay
And I do mean Cargo Bay


"And I got my arm back! Two arms, not one arm and one robot arm, not one arm and one excuse fot tentacle hentai, just two, burly arms!" Juryrig chimed in, waving his two arms to the small, his smile wide and filled with villainous intent equal to... Probably Deadpool. He'd put his money on Deadpool. "Now that I'm no longer treading on any copyright claims, I can resume pursuing forbidden knowledge - I mean copying Marie's plans and making something that suits my themes as a Chaotic Neutral character. By the way, that's a legitimate alignment! You just need to know how to act right!"

He began rambling alongside drawing alchemical programs, making gestures with one hand and drawing with another. "I mean, so far I've already come up with something similar with what she did, so I think it's clear she's taking after my genius, seeing these... Yeah, they're called Driver Keys. They're basically begging to be railgun ammo, considering their construction. Just need to actually finish drawing up plans, because by the Gods, not even I can make -"

Juryrig paused, both with his ramble and his schematicing shenanigans, like something just clicked in his mind. "Wait... Wait, what am I even saying? I actually considered making this thing by hand?! Me?! Maybe this cold is really getting to me!" He cackled, recalling he could just FullMetal Alchemist his way into making himself a DJ Driver; he could basically make it all within moments, rather than days like Marie has, and yet he's forgotten so quickly! "Oh, aren't I just silly sometimes? Don't answer that."

"Hey Munchie, Horsey, Boy! (Heh heh, Boy. Man I love an outdated meme!) Gather all the ingredients, I'll prepare a circle," commanded the proud, independent alchemical artificer who don't need no teammate to help him. He cleared the clutter off the alchemical circle in the middle of his workspace, and dusted it as well, all the while his minions collected raw ingredients. This is about to get even noiser, which may upset a certain Fox and a certain small, lost child.
 
After a moment of twitchy silence and a long burst of static, Cognis replied to Dahlia.

"WHat'S WrONg?! WHAT DO- DO- DO YOu MEan WHAT- WHAT's WROoooOOoNG?! I- YoU- YOU- YOU--"

Cognis froze mid-rant, grabbing his head with a light clang and shaking it futilely for several long seconds.

"I... crashed, and when I woke up, you weren't there. Last time- time- time, you told me to find you if it hap- hap- hap- happened again. I had- had to find you, but you weren't there."

The android seemed to, for lack of a better word, relax for the first time since he 'woke up', allowing his body to smoothly return to a default standing position.

"But now... I found you. I found you, and I can stop to fix the part of my body that" twitch "is- is- is- isn't cooperating."

He stood silently for a few moments longer, waiting for Dahlia to finish speaking to Caesar.

"This may take a few hours to- to- completely fix. Should I go baAaaAck to the ship? How soon will you be- be coming back? What happened in the ruins? Why is- is- is there another robot in the cargo bay? Where's Oakland? Why..."

It would seem that he was mostly back to normal.
 
Bivona
The Blind Vulture - Outside

Mikodimus was known to have a good time after a successful mission. This was two fold since the time he spent with Dahlia was also fresh on his mind. He slowly rolled out of a near by bar.

"Oh snap, that was amazing. Feels good just letting go and having a good time.." He said aloud. His vision was slightly blurry and when standing had a slight lean to his posture. Miko looked around for a moment trying to remember why he was even in this part of town. He paused for a moment and recalled Dahlia having gone into that shady looking place.

It took slightly longer than normal for him to scan around the area and locate who he thought might be crew members. He did a lazy walk towards the plaza before taking notice of Dahlia.

Welp, she isn't dead so that is some good news. Should have a drink to that later. He thought to himself as he walked over to introduce himself. "Hey...guys. Who is the dude with the fancy business card?" He asked as he reached his hand out in a gesture to shake.
 
Bivona
Plaza


Dahlia squinted up at the map hovering about, catching the business card and glancing over it briefly, into the deep interior pockets of her cloak went the card, as she pulled the hood around to cover her ears.

After Cognis spent a few moments calming down, Dahlia briefly turned her attention back to the droid. She raised an eyebrow as she helped heace the robot off the ground. "If you think you can, it would help... And yeah,that's a story for when we get back. Just try not to do anything to piss them off and it should be fine..."

Speaking of... Dahlia swung back around to look up at the rather rich, rather excellent, rather rude man known as Ceasar with a general look of distaste on her face. "Thanks for the offer, but could you have waited untill I got back? He're isn't exactly a good place..."

The scholar briefly swiveled their head around, looking at the others in the plaza. She was scanning the crowd for any more weird staring people, but to no avail. She turned back to the man, her azure eyes squinted. "I can talk to you there. Lot 21. Though it seems you already knew that."

Dahlia flipped her head to the side to look at Miko, another one joining the party in the middle of public space. Her long face conveyed enough that she wasn't quite over the incident from over, more than likely due to the absence of liquor. "Someone looking to... accompany us."

ISS Downrider
Cargo Bae


Without a word but plentiful of sound, the cargo bay door flung open once more as the impaired husk of OSC-01 slowly marched in. They looked around at the engineers, short people and madmen as they moved- nearly bowling over Arbitrated and Juryrig having not been for their incredibly slow pace. They look a silent glance at the others with the general look of "you didn't see anything", folding their wings regally against each-other.

And then, they cut power to their own limps, buckling backwards to land in a slumped pile atop the nearest crate. Finally, a comfortable seat.
 
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Bivona
Plaza


"Fair enough. And yes I know, though a few things really made it quite obvious which one was the right one." Caesar said, following up with another statement. "I'll leave you and your friends here alone for a little while. I'll be on my way there." He put the steel key back on his belt, and stepped on to the circle his ship left on the ground. Caesar takes a deep bow as the circle below him gains depth and becomes a portal to the inside of his ship. As the portal closed, Caesar said one last "Adieu!" before the ship starts moving back to lot 21.

As soon as he finished traveling to the Downrider, he warped back out, shrinking the ship back to a disc, and taking out a royal blue key, and putting the key to his belt. The disc shook as he threw it into an empty lot nearby, and the whole ship formed back to it's whole state, as if losing it's compact essence.

In his mind, he wasn't just a shoe in, he was a whole leg in.
 
Bivona
Plaza


"Would seem we are getting very popular Dahlia." He said with a smile as he glanced her way. He looked over towards the guy who seemed to be looking at too smug while talking with Dahlia. Miko was about to speak with the new guy but decided to let him just slide off the stage. Figured if this guy was for real they would get the chance to talk again. Anyone that smug was alright in Miko's book.

"Well boss, where we heading too next?" He said taking a step next to Dahlia. He had taken out a small flask and had taken a drink. A smile crossing his face as he locked eyes with her for a moment. He pulled the flask away from his face. "Want a taste?" He said with a grin moving the flask in her general direction.
 
Bivona
Downrider Interior

Having finished the stew offered to her by the strange robot, and sucessfully warmed up, in part due to the silky, slightly burned sweater offered to her by the same robot, Rhea decided it was about time to look around. Of course, careful not to touch anything. She didn't forget what she had over heard earlier, whatever weird experiments the people aboard this ship were making- she didn't want to touch those. Of course, that left alot less room for fun, and inevitabely, she wandered back to the cargo bay- right in the middle of Juryrig's rant. Perhaps she should just go back inside and pretend she never saw anything.

Of course, inevitabely, she wandered back inside- in the midst of an experiment apperently, judging by what the strange girl in the labcoat had to say. The other person was strange too, talking about inconvenience, and transformations. "Uhh... Hi?" The redhead stared at the scene in part wonder, part concern for the mental wellbeing for the people aboard the ship. Was everyone here some strange mad scientist?
 
Bivona Spaceport
Downrider


“-so to compensate for, say, the force of Cyclone or something tougher we may have to ask Juryrig to apply a light subatomic structure reinforcement pass and/or ask Arbitrated to heat treat it.” Marie finished to Reman, drawing on a large whiteboard like some professor explaining to a student some concepts that would most definitely be covered in an exam. The board was covered in topics across many disciplines, from the limited amount of magic Marie knew, to an extensive amount of electrical diagrams showing how all the components fit together, to a large portion concerning thermodynamics and mechanical physical systems, to some mechanical and material sciences. There was even a whole column talking about a file system and extensive sorting algorithms.

The part printer beeped gently, indicating it was finished. “But, until either one of them wants to help us out, we’re stuck with this.” Marie stated to Reman as she put on a thick wooly glove and picked up the freshly printed steaming hot casing. “And I’m pretty sure I’ve completely lost our friend over there peeking in. And probably you as well.”
 
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Bivona Spaceport
Downrider


Rhea looked back and forth, and walked in, carefully keeping an eye on the piping hot... Whatever came out of that machine. "Looks uh, complicated." Was all the poor girl could say as she looked at the mess of technobabble on the board, and took a seat to watch the rest of the show. "Oh uh, Hi I'm Rhea, I... May or may not be staying here for, at least tonight. Hi."
 
Bivona
Downrider


Reman was indeed, completely lost. His understanding of most of this was next to nothing, and he was about as lost as anyone could be. But, one thing he did know is how to learn by doing, and so he asked; "Is... There any way I can try it?" Not realizing it's probably unsafe to try an unfinished prototype when it's probably not even wired correctly.

"And does the watch bit come with it?" He said, oblivious.

He knew he was in a vulnerable state at the moment, for he had no weapon to defend him. He didn't even know death was looming around the corner in a maroon suit.
 
Bivona Spaceport
Downrider


"Oh, it works perfectly fine." Marie told Reman. "Doesn't matter too much if you can't understand anything on the board; you don't have to. This isn't a class or anything, I just wanted to show the process of which I reverse engineered the driver and derived its proper methods of functionality."

"In fact...here's yours." Marie handed a dark green-rimmed watch and a nearly identical driver to her own to Reman, quickly putting on the new housing. "I'd like to think it's intuitive enough. If you need to know how it works look at your arm."

The driver in question had words engraved down the sides of the barrel. On one side, of course, it stated AIM TOWARDS ENEMY. On the other side it stated PROCESS DRIVER EDITION β.

"And don't worry about having to understand it now, this stuff is somewhere around the high masters-low PhD level. I could write a thesis on this stuff. That's how complicated it is." Marie told the child.
 
Cognis stood quietly for a few long moments while Caesar spoke and Miko stumbled up to the group, seeming to process Dahlia's words and come to an internal conclusion. He turned to face the captain
"VerrrRRy well, I'll go back th-"
At that moment, Caesar's ship sprang into motion overhead
"..."
"Never mind, then. I'll just... stick by yoUUu until you go back. I don't- don't- don't want to get lost."
 
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