[004 | VIDEO]

[spah]

[Video comes on, and the device is pointed to an outside view of a garage in a Level 3 alley. It's likely not far from the main urban area, as faint bustling can be heard in the background. Just in front of the entrance, a blue neon sign comes on: CONAGHER'S TOOLS & MUNITIONS]

Beaut, ain't she?

[Judging by the Texan accent behind the camera, it's Engineer.]

Hey, y'all. This is Engineer, and... well. I guess Dell's fine, seein' as I got my real name up in neon now.

[He chuckles.]

Anyway. I just opened up shop. Conagher's Tools & Munitions is my personal workshop, here on Level 3, just outside the urban area.

You wanna come by, I can design, build, maintain, or fix you just about anything mechanical. My specialty's weapons, prosthesis, and robots. If you wanna bring me anythin' else, though, we can probably work somethin' out. I take chroma and demichroma both. If you need a mechanical engineer, come on down. I'm good at solvin' problems.

[A pause passes. He clears his throat.]

And, uh. For anybody who knows me personally, I guess... I live here now, too. You wanna get a hold of me, I'll be down here from now on.

[As the transmission ends, he leaves an address.

Business details and requests for Engineer's new business can be found here!]

Comments

video;

[ultralord]

Ooh, can you build me a sonic ray gun?!

( Do NOT give this child a sonic ray gun! )

permavoice

[spah]

If you got the money, I don't see why not.

[he can give this child a sonic ray gun.]

How old're you, anyhow?

video;

[ultralord]

Hmm... How old should someone be in order to own an operate a weapon of moderate-to-severe destruction?

[spah]

I got my first shotgun when I was nine. Ain't what I asked.

[ultralord]

Thirty-six.

( Since he was going to be all grumpy about it... )

[spah]

Kid. I asked 'cause I was curious. Y'ain't gotta make a stink about it.

[ultralord]

Ain't I?!

( The improper use of improper grammar means he must be serious. )

[spah]

Okay.

[look like he was just asking to make conversation, he doesn't care this much.]

[ultralord]

( He's a good man. )

How much power are we talking? This ray gun can't be the kind that gets through airport security, if you know what I mean.

[spah]

[ok buddy.]

'Bout as much as the average ray gun, probably.

[systembreaker]

Oooh oooh, if I wanted chainsaws for hands would you be able to do that for me?!

[ She sounds too overly enthusiastic to be serious. ]

voice

[spah]

Sure. I did somethin' similar to one 'a my own hands.

But just to save on blood 'n guts, I could probably just make chainsaw gloves. That way you still got fingers for non-chainsaw activity.

( audio )

[protomateria]

Prosthetics. [ there's a pause then, clearly hesitant. ] Do you have.. examples of your work?

voice to video

[spah]

[Ah.

He remembers this voice. Sort of. He's never spoken to him, but he remembers a network post about those tournament limiters. It got his interest, but he hadn't known much about them at the time to really comment on them. This should be interesting.]

Sure do.

[He quickly switches from voice to video - he points the device downwards, showing his own skeletal metal hand. It's attached to a large cuff on his wrist, with several buttons on the end of it. He flexes his fingers and turns his hand over.]

Full range of motion, pressure gauge, all points of articulation accounted for, and packs a hell of a punch if you need it. 'Course, if you wanted somethin' similar, it ain't gotta look like this. But you get the picture. I've also had a "hand" - heh - in fixin' other people's parts, too.

[protomateria]

[ silence again, which lasts for a little while. vincent doesn't know much about such prosthetics--knows very little about his own, in fact--but it's at least clear the stranger knows what he's doing. and while his own arm hasn't given him any real issues yet, he knows it's only a matter of time. it's thirty years old.

at last, cautiously: ] Thank you. I'm only.. looking for maintenance. [ for now, at least. while he despises the arm, hates that it had probably been one more of hojo's experiments, it's.. useful. and it would take a lot of trust for him to allow someone to replace it. he's not ready for that. ] Possibly, anyway.

[spah]

Maintenance, I can do too, if you don't mind me lookin' at what you're workin' with.

[Engineer was familiar with just about anything mechanical, and guessed (keyword: guess) he could probably figure out whatever Vincent had in mind easy enough. Still, it helped when the owner in question could guide you a little, give you some idea of what how things worked and what they wanted.]

"Possibly"s fine. Don't have to be right now.

[protomateria]

That's fine. [ letting him look at it in person at some point. in the meantime, he at least takes a quick photo, sending it along so the other man has.. some kind of warning. ]

I suppose at the very least, it's good to have contacts here.

quick question! should engie get that photo by now? (just keeping the tag vague for now)

[spah]

Wise words. You ever have anyone look at it before? What you... got in mind, I mean?

yes, certainly uwu

[protomateria]

[ bluntly, shortly: ] No. [ .. ah. that was a little.. hm. ] It.. hasn't needed it. [ it's not a lie, it's just not the entire truth. ]

i'm not super familiar with ff so i hope i'm assuming this right going by google researches!

[spah]

[Oop - he just got the picture. Give him a minute to look over it.]

... Huh. Beautiful lookin' work. Nearly looks like a gauntlet. It function alright for ya?

[video]

[good_bamf_ugly]

[His name is Dell. Anyway McCree is in his own apartment somewhere also in Level 3 currently. He's currently hard at work on cigar, predictably.]

Makes us neighbors then by some accord. Might have to swing by and give you some business.

[spah]

No kiddin'? Where you at?

[That would be his name. Engineer is sitting in a chair up against a workbench now, grinning.]

I'd like that. Not gonna like, I been curious about that arm of yours.

[good_bamf_ugly]

Level 3.

Could always benefit from a hands on approach.

[spah]

I figured level three, hoss. I'm askin' WHERE on three.

Wouldn't be a problem.

[good_bamf_ugly]

[Time to Gratuitously Make Shit Up]

You know where the B.S. is? 'bout a mile south of that and then about quarter of a mile west. 'Round that rusty lookin' horse statue.

[spah]

Oh, hell. Not that far then.

[TIME TO GRATUITOUSLY MAKE SHIT UP.]

video

[hoasen]

[HOLD UP, did he say design, build, maintain--

She starts tapping her chin.]

Weapons...I may be interested. What of vehicles? Too big?

permavoice

[spah]

I can do weapons, definitely.

Vehicles though... hm. I'll be honest, ma'am, I ain't had much experience with the kinda cars people use 'round here. But I've worked cars plenty back home, so I'm willin' to take a peek.

[hoasen]

I have my sniper rifle here, but I was wondering if I should get something easier to bring. I am willing to commission, and will pay!

As for vehicles, I do not have mine here, but I was considering something lightweight like a motorcycle. This will be something I will have to research, so thank you for the confirmation!

[Hearing "ma'am", reminds her of something.]

You can call me Vietnam, or Sen. Either you wish.

[spah]

I can work with sniper rifles, no problem. Used to do it for an old friend all the time.

Alright. If it helps anything, I know they got hover bikes 'n such for sale around here.

[Oh - right.]

Vietnam, huh? [Sounds like a codename, like "Engineer."] Well then. Pleasure to meetcha, Miss Sen.

[hoasen]

Really? How convenient! How about ammunition? Mine is a Dragunov.

I...would like to try a hover bike. Even if just once.

[He's also not completely wrong about her name being a codename.] It is nice to meet you! Do you have a preference on which name I should call you?

[spah]

No kiddin'! My friend usually worked with a bolt-action. Not gonna lie, though, I always wanted to see a Dragunov in person.

Oh, and - you ain't gotta worry about ammo. I've got that taken care of.

[tldr he has a machine that somehow spits out the right ammo always.]

Nah, you can call me whatever you like. I've gotten used to just about all of 'em.

[hoasen]

Oh? How interesting, is your friend here? [She'd like to see too.] If you like, you can take a look at mine! I'll be needing your help in the future, anyway. [So they both win!]

Like for ammunition! [She's looking about as eager as someone like her can. Also that machine sounds amazing, she's going to be amazed.]

Oh! Engineer. Dell. [She's trying out both to see which works best. Thinking about it, they're both cool.]

[spah]

Nah, he's not. Either way, I'd be happy to give yours a look.

[hEH.]

What, you tryin' 'em on? [Figuratively speaking, anyway.]

[hoasen]

Ah, a shame! And very well, I shall bring it in. It would be good to get it serviced.

[YEEEEAAAH.]

I am, actually! I think I may have to use either one on you a bit longer, to see which comes to me faster! [WHAT A PLAN. Look she's a loser and a nerd.]

[spah]

[Okay. That gets Engineer laughing.]

Welp. You're welcome to pick whichever one works best, ma'am.

[abidethewalls]

You say weapons, are there limitations on the type? I have a rifle that is in need of a tune up and would be interested in procuring your services.

[spah]

Rifles, I can definitely do.

As for limitations... hmh. I'd say my only real limitation is certain kinds 'a swords. I've done metalworking plenty, but I ain't exactly well-versed in the "regular" kind of swordsmithing.

[he can make a sick beam sword tho]