Somehow In a Relationship with a Deer and a Cow
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Post by Heather on Aug 8, 2015 22:06:59 GMT -5
It was like he might has well as ignited a firecracker, the way Heather's eyes were brimming with excitement. It was just so sudden, exactly what could she talk about with him? She didn't have any complex beliefs about what happened to the world outside of Novus, it turned into a wasteland because people were power-hungry idiots. Or maybe it was aliens.... No, he would laugh her off. Even she knew that sounded a bit ridiculous and awesome.
Well, there was at least one thing she always thought about that was a bit unusual, though likely not the first time someone thought about it. It was a highly improbable experiment, but she still beamed up at him, smiling as if she was proud of herself.
"It's never going to happen, unless we're pushed to desperation, but I always wondered about a recovery project. Ya know, for outside and stuff. At least being able to try and expand Novus a bit, so there's more room for our population."
Tapping her chin, the gearhead added,
"The issues though are that there is a lot of unknown factors that could kill us. We know outside is a wasteland, but you could walk out sniff the air, then drop dead from radiation. I just feel like if the government invested researching into ways to expand our way of life, it would benefit a lot of people. 'Cause balancing the population has always been hard on them." Adjusting her glasses though, Heather grinned again and said, "Though not going to lie, I just wanna at least be able to peek my head out and see what's out there. Could always be some cool tech that we never grasped. Who knows, maybe there's some mutated species or aliens!"
She sounded a bit too happy about that, but she was lit up. Inching to her table, she propped herself up on it, looking up at the assassin to listen in on his opinion. It hadn't occurred to her that maybe spouting off ideas of going to the world outside sounded like a good case of the Vigilante-itis. It was surprising she had made it this far, mostly due to the fact she was harmless and was a law-abiding citizen.
Well, usually a law-abiding citizen.
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Post by Volk on Aug 14, 2015 21:20:10 GMT -5
He wasn't about to lie himself and say that the mechanic's ideas were crazy and unbelievable. As insane as they did sound, it was a curiosity even the Secret Police's assassin shared, he simply had no desire to point it out. After all, were Heather someone he didn't actually know, he would have reported her or brought her in himself anyway.
Still, the man hardly appeared intrigued in the slightest by her words. He had taken to checking the dullness of his favorite knife while she had drilled a monologue's worth of word-bile back into his skull for the umpteenth time. His glossy eyes shifted back to her only when the silence became noticeable, prompting his sheathing of the knife to patter his hands onto the nearby table.
"Might be better off this way," Volk shrugged. "Not to play devil's advocate here, but if the world is a fucking pisshole outside these walls, I really want no part in it. Got enough blood and violence within them anyway, we don't need no more of it." His shoulders relaxed as he lowered his head just a bit. "But you're pretty right that we might be missing out on something. It just ain't worth the risk though, girl. Might thin out the population a little too much, y'know?"
But he wasn't an idiot as much as he tended to seem like one. Book-smart was not a term that would label him, but he was intelligent enough. The outside world, yeah, that got him wondering. He wanted to know the damage out in the world, desired to see it with his own two eyes.
The price would be a bullet, a price he'd never wager on.
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Somehow In a Relationship with a Deer and a Cow
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Post by Heather on Aug 14, 2015 22:16:58 GMT -5
Heather listened and for once, she didn't think he was stupid for believing in what he said. As she said before, there was too many factors, variables, etc to risk something like that. But the thought of trying to build up to explore outside was something important to consider. If there was some sort of epidemic that they never came in contact before and didn't have the means to cure it, that could very well kill off a good majority of Novus' population.
But that was more of doctor stuff, aka Mops' forte, not her's.
"Yeah, you're right. Even I'm not suicidal for that. It's just the inner scientist in me," Heather explained, resting her right hand on her knee. "As long as I got a home and the freedom to make my work, I'm happy."
And on that note, she finally scooted off the table, brushing her hair back. Now that they had that conversation, the mechanic seemed to be in a better mood with the assassin. As a plus, she was in a friendly mood, so that would bode well for him.
"Speaking of work, so I can work on that stunner. But you HAVE to give me time. I got an eyeball to work on and some other things that I get paid for. You can't get your stunner otherwise."
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Post by Volk on Aug 26, 2015 18:04:48 GMT -5
If Heather's acceptance of his side of the dilemma soothed him at all, Volk shared the same outward emotional capacity as a concrete wall. With all the grace that he could offer, the man moved over and took up her spot on the table, choosing instead to lean against it than to sit on its surface. It was a pretty comfortable spot: warm and comforting, plus it smelled nice so long as the smell of oil was something that excited you.
The man stretched his neck first before crouching low to continue his routine with his legs, glancing up at the inventive mechanic as she continued. A small nod of his head along with a barely audible affirmation was the best she got at first before he lurched back up to his feet.
"An eyeball?" He dared to ask, knowing that it was suicide. Realizing his mistake, Volk hastily offered another point entirely, far away from her work with her other clients. "I mean yeah, I get that. I need that stunner but I can make do with what I got, no big."
A snicker followed right after. "Still seein' ya next week, love. Can't survive too long without seeing that pretty face of yours." Seeing his job well done, Volk brought his hands up behind his head as he leaned back once more, grinning at the mechanic. Truly, he just loved to terrorize her. She had to be reminded once in awhile where her place was in the world, and honestly, that was his job. It'd save her life in the end.
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Somehow In a Relationship with a Deer and a Cow
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Post by Heather on Sept 1, 2015 9:51:27 GMT -5
Well, if she had to be thankful for anything, it was the fact that Volk could at least wait like a good little boy. Though her mind of course thought of all the things that had went wrong with the first stunner. Stunners weren't hard to make, they were child's play for Heather. But rushing a craft was always bound to make horrible mistakes, mistakes that could technically get her arrested by the secret police guy in front of her. There was a sound bit of advice that told her that she wasn't cut out for prison and as such, Heather would have to totes pass on getting herself locked up.
Naturally though, despite her thinking she had Volk off her back, there was an annoyed passing glance towards him when he informed her otherwise. Heather groaned, rolling her eyes and tilting her head upward, ""I wish I could fart on my own face since the scent would be more pleasant than seeing you."
Ehee, that was clever. Thought of that one herself, yes she did.
"If you're that desperate, you know there's people you can pay to look pretty for you. You know, models, prostitutes, magazines with pictures of pretty people on there..."
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Post by Volk on Jan 16, 2016 22:15:07 GMT -5
Desperate wasn’t really the word for it, but what Volk could figure out was that the mechanic was the dictionary-pictured definition of genius: clueless and brilliant all in one human package. He ignored her insult just so he didn’t have to bother giving Heather the satisfaction of seeing his frustration. In his own words, that shit was beneath him. Bigger fish to fry than a know-it-all conspiracy theorist who wound up too deep for her own good, but that was just how it was sometimes.
“Desperate don’t got a thing to do with it, gal,” he slunk back up to his feet with a smirk, stepping uncomfortably close to her. “All that shit’s the same snore everyday. You don’t think I deal with unmarked street gals on a weekly fucking basis?” Whether or not he was spinning a lie didn’t matter nor would anyone but him know. Point was, he’d get his toys and Heather was never going to be off the hook if Volk could keep up the deal.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Volk marched back from her and collected himself, straightening out his clothing and hair. “So to give you a recap, I gotta drop in when I can. Personal policy called ‘covering my ass,’ y’know?” He palmed the handle of the door and forced it open, stepping out onto Novus pavement.
“Get it done when ya can.”
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Somehow In a Relationship with a Deer and a Cow
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Post by Heather on Jan 17, 2016 8:08:06 GMT -5
When Volk took steps closer to her, she attempted to take a step back only to bump into the table. Her palms rested against the flat surface as Heather tried to lean her head away as much as she could. If it wasn't for the smirk that was on his face, the mechanic would have been scared. But she understood it as just the human need to establish dominance and for that she just scrunched her face up and scowled at him.
"Ew, grooooooss! I don't wanna hear about someone's, particularly your's, sex life! Bleeech!" The girl said, sticking her tongue out in disgust. He stepped away from her and once he did, she straightened up and watched him finally take his leave. It was about time! It felt like he was in there forever and as a lady of science, she had waaaaay better things to do.
But as Volk opened the door, she made sure to call after him. "Whatever! And also, you're probably lying about those girls 'cause no one would be impressed by you, you stupid dummy poopy head!
Of course the nature of her insult was hardly impressive and not even worth acknowledging, but Heather still felt somewhat satisfied knowing that she at least got the last say as Volk left her shop. Finally alone, she rubbed her face and groaned loudly. What a huge headache of a day.
"Ah well, time to finish the eyeball."
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