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(Shop) Wedge's Chop & Shop Continued
| (i assume i have to repeat myself and roll again?)
>he wanders around looking for anything in particular
>preferably something robotics related but it doesn't matter what really
(14)
>the replies to CN
"Buddy, you have no idea. Emphasis on hell"
>He says with a chuckle
| >>549258
"Well I've supposed I've heard weirder."
>CN replies back, looking a little weary at the other newcomers
| >>549258
>As you make your way toward where CN and the others are, you hands brush against the rusted grip of a large caliber weapon- some kind of revolver. As you pull it out, you notice heavy burn marks near its nose, along with a twist- three barrels.
>Babbage finishes checking out the DynamoFucks' purchases as he faces "Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum," whom by this point have made a beeline toward the counter.
"Evening, Wedge."
>Babbage grumbles.
"Evening."
| >>549680
"Oh lala"
>cassius picks up the strange firearm and approaches the counter
"Hello"
>there a bit of satisfaction in his eyes now that he found something interesting indeed..
| >>549684 >>549687
>Babbage eyes the newcomer and his selection. He glances at mister big and mister small.
"Er, mind if I ring out this 'un fir-"
"We have need of your devices, Babbage."
>Babbage scoffed.
"Then you can git in line like every'un else, suit." >He spits on the nearest one!
| >>549691
>he nods and puts on his headset
>the pulls out a chair in the corner or something near the counter and just cautiously watch the encounter
| >>549691 >>549693 >>549698
>The big man moves to argue, but the smaller one raises a hand.
"Have your girl deal with the customers, then. Time is of the essence-literally."
>Babbage folds his arms and gives the two a look that's between bewildered and confused. He grumbles and nods for the two to go into the back.
>The smol, meanwhile, grumbles as she heads back to the table.
"NEXT!"
| >>549947
>he gets up from his seat and walks to the girl
"Bonjour mon petit, is there anything you can tell me about this gun here?"
>he places the gun in front of her
| >>549956
>The smol gives you a once over and scratches her hat anxiously, the pom-pom ball on top shaking like a frazzled cat, rearing to pounce.
"Well aren't you a posh lookin' buftie! 'Course ah ken tell you aboot that junk, hoot da ah look like, a huddy hoore? Giv it 'ere..."
>She examines the device for about two seconds.
"...ya, roight piece of drek, that'un. Auld Mossumbeek- shottie pistol. Two 'undred seventy three nuyen."
| >>549959
"Pfff buftie, im not gay miss."
>he laughs
"Anyway two seventy three for the Mozambique right?"
>he hands over a credstick
"Oh and do you do restorations?"
| >>549962
"Sure, 'an ah'm not roight skint save fer da claes on me back. Ah... probably. Dinnae equipment for that, though."
>>549968
"Dunno. Minted pies what be vistin' every so often keeking aboot through our middens as if they gonna find a neutron bomb or something. One o'em poked me paps an' called me a fud after ah clyped 'im in that gash he calls a face after he fooled around where he thought ah didn't see, damn dobber."
| >>549974
"Heheh scottish sarcasm."
>he may or may not mutter just loud enough for the girl to barely hear
"Its a shame. If thats the case,do you know anywhere that does?"
| >Ace puts her hand on her chin
"Hm.... wait, wedge? ain't dis *wedge's* chop n'shop? why's a lad like babbage runnin it?
| >>549983
>The smol shrugs in gaelic.
"Boss prolly knows, but he's dallying with dem suits at the mo'."
>>549986
>She raises an eyebrow.
"Wot, ya some kinda decker or something?"
>>550008
"Why not?"
| >>550254
"That I am."
>CN replies matter of factly
"Long as I got something to go on I can usually find something."
| >>550259
"Fine then... the suits always goin' aff aboot religious things, thinkin' boss, the idiot that he is, innit canny enuff to see what dey's really gettin' at. Ah dunno what that has to do with anything, but after dey met da first time ta talk bizzo, he'd been right feart o' dem since."
"...come ta think o' it, dey been gone a roight while now..."
>>550268
>Upon hearing you speak in her native tongue, the smol cricks her head sideways and squints her eyes. Then she replies:
"Bidh mi a ’dèanamh cùram, chan ann mar a tha an gnìomhachas sin againn co-dhiù."
| >>550300
>his eyes stop glowing
"Yeaahhh i tried."
>he looks down in defeat
Can you repeat that in English please?"
| >>550300
"Something related to the void maybe...?"
>CN mumbles
"You worried? Should we check up on them?"
| >>550322
>The smol blows a raspberry.
"Ah mean ya can stick aboot if'n ya need to, not like dere's anyone around anyway."
>>550334
>The smol shrugs.
"Guess so."
| >>551026
"alright taing.cuideachd ciamar a tha mi a ' dèanamh?"
>oh, he is messing with you
>cassius waits around until babbage is free
| >>551039
"Like a rat arsed pie selling me a banana boat after swadging me up, gaggin' to pump me hole." >She says, smiling wryly.
"So, not bad ah guess."
| >>551043
"Heheh scottish slang.
I still cant understand">he loudly mumbles
>curiosity taking the best of him, he nudges closer to the men in black intent on eavesdropping
(Stealth roll i assume?
Also with or without ability modifiers?)
| >>551049
Mm, I had him roll to see how much of the conversation he can manage to hear/glean, but 18 is high enough that it won't be an issue. You don't necessarily need to roll if you just join him.
| >>551066 >>551060
>You sneak up on Babbage and the men discussing something behind rows of garbage in the dimly light back area...
"...ost months of work at the hands of the Adversary. There was no way we could prepare for a reaction of this level-"
"...ell does that have to do with me? Ah told you... I don't work with lostech."
"...our mutual benefactor disagrees."
"Then take the damn box if ya want! Get that thing outta my sight, singing and all!"
"A ... shard alone is not us..."
>Continue sneak?
| >>551451
(Yeah)
>he continues to snoop before realizing that he should Probably do something to look inconspicuous incase they notice him
>thus he looks around the various kniknaks
>admittedly he is still snooping
>but *now* he is snooping *while* looking at a wall of garbage
>guheeenioos
| >>551457 >>551458
>You decide to continue eavesdropping...
"... olerate your hobby as an oddity, and only because you normally have nothing that can benefit the cause."
"Gee, how thoughtful of you." >Babbage scoffs.
"But this time, you *can* benefit us, Leftenant Wedge- this time, you can alter the course of Solarian history in a real, TANGIBLE way-"
"HOW DARE YOU!? GET OUT!" >Babbage bellowed, shaking the foundations of the store!
>Continue sneak, or intervene?
| >>551464 >>551465
(Ditto)
>perhaps it would be wise not to intervene in matters not his own
>thus he puts up his headset, noise cancellation off of Course
| >>551465 >>551466
>The two men retreat from the backroom and reappear in the main area, moving past the lot of you. Minutes later, you hear the sound of the rusted front door slam as they disappear from the building entirely.
| >>551468
"Well that was a thing that happened"
>he mutters as he returns to the counter acting as if he was just looking for more gems amongst the crap
(Heh, my capatcha was "wedge big argument")
| >>551472
>Babbage returns and goes straight to the counter to return his gun.
"You lot still here?"
| >>551476
"Well we were worried if things were going to pop off. Those guys sounded like pretty huge drekheads, or is your uh 'mutual benefactor' more of an ass?"
| >>551479
"More like a weirdo. Don't see what an egghead have anything to do with a bunch of suits and religious nutjobs." >He retrieves his pipe.
"Seemed mighty desperate now, those suits."
| >>551505
>Babbage grumbles in answer.
"Meh... hogwash." >He says, turning back toward the counter.
"Y'all paid up?"
| >>551513
"In that case, two questions if i may;"
>he places the Mozambique on the counter
"Can you restore this?
And...actually wait no i was wrong, just one question."
| >>551513
"You know I'm just going to keep asking you questions until I hear something other than a grumble right?"
| >>551514
>he hands over another credstick
"So how does this place work anyway?
Some dude drops pawns off a peices then some other dude eventually buys it?:
| >>551517
"Cockspit. If yer really in a hurry to save your lilim." >He responds.
>>551518
"Er... yes."
| >>551621
"Ummm..."
>Cassius tilts his head
"I didnt do anything to offend did i?
You've been rather quiet sir"
| >>551621
"*Sigh* Fine, I'm only asking cause those guys may be partially related to *what* hurt my friend in the first place... guess I'll just have to come back and bug you another time."
| >>551635
"No, no its nothing. Give it here." >He reaches a hand out for the item you want refurbished.
>>551695
"Right..."
| >>551705
"Now yer getting it," >Babbage says as he digs around in an enormous bag of tools.
>A timeskip of an hour or two is all it takes, along with the noise of a workshop at full bloom. Eventually, the gun returns to you, although it still has a layer of rust on the outside.
"Polishin's gonna take forever, but at least it shoots straight."
| >>552006
>in the timeskip he snook off for lunch and came back a 15 minutes before the restoration was finished
>he stands up from a car tire he was using as a makeshift chair
"Oh thanks, figure i can resell this to some random edgy runner that thinks a skull mask while dual wielding shot pistols is cool or something, you know?
I swear those types will pay anything to get that kinda gear.
Anyway thanks im off, here you go"
>he hands over a credstick containing a tip then leaves
| >A beat.
"... where the hell is mah girl..."
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| >When we last left our dastardly heroes, they were just leaving, having gotten a macguffin of some kind from the shop owner, Babbage.
>However, before they could leave, another set of customers came in- some more threatening looking than others.
>We now continue from where we left off.
https://dangeru.us/cyb/thread/535753
>Note: To shop, roll a d20.