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姚为廉 ([personal profile] charismatic) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2012-01-10 12:00 am

here are some clompy things.

Who: Will and Bruce Tom
What: Will has a shiny new job, Bruce is... looking for things.
Where: Tinker's Lot
When: Misdi/Tuesday
Warnings: Not to start with!

This is, technically, Will's first day on the job. He'd spent most of the day after party trying to pour his angry energy into his job search, because there wasn't much else he could do. It figures that he'd get pulled from one bad situation into a worse one, and one where he doesn't even know how to begin to fight back. There has to be some resistance movement somewhere, if things are that bad, even if there's a total media blackout, but he's not acclimated or connected enough to try to seek it out. He's pretty confident in his ability to not get killed, but he's more careful than he used to be.

None of that is showing right now – not when he's a few hundred feet above the ground and attempting to control a – actually, he's not even sure what it is. He'd been surprised, yesterday, when he was told to show up at 8 o'clock sharp, but now he's figuring this is probably a difficult job to fill. He pulls hard on the lever in front of him, attempting to even out the – whatever, he's going to call it an ostrich. He's never seen a real one, but he thinks he remembers them having ridiculous legs like the giant metal pair he's currently perched atop of.

“Can you get it to jump?” the green guy he's currently working for shouts from the viewing platform, and Will spares him a glance before he's being jerked sideways again.

“I'm working on it,” he yells back, lurching forward again. He's not too optimistic about it, since this thing doesn't really even walk all that well. Will got the hang of the controls pretty easily, but it's not a very responsive machine.
caballero: (day | hm?)

[personal profile] caballero 2012-01-10 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Back down on the ground, Tom is out in what his boss at the energy research center calls a junk yard, not for the first time. Normally when he's on company time, he gets sent to stelanmancy centers, but every so often he gets to come out here, and he's happier for it - on his own time, he's fixed up a few things for some of the more avid builders in the area, and it's afforded him a little more leeway when it comes to browsing and scavenging. (So what if they think it's all for work.)

The whatever-it-is clonking around across the complex is fascinating. His escort, who's talking to him about the clockwork device he's currently holding, trails off to watch the sight of it as the both of them slow near a pathway on the edge of the artificial clearing. They're nearby, under a cement and steel overhang - close enough but not dangerously close. Hopefully.

Bruce closes the back of the little thing in his hands and it begins to tick; he hands it back to his escort, and they both watch the industrial mover (or whatever) as it walks. Neat.
caballero: (day | raised up)

[personal profile] caballero 2012-01-10 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
It's less neat when it starts falling apart.

Debris falls like comets, and Bruce backs up, yanking the mechanic he's ostensibly socializing with back alongside him - they could run, yes, but it's very hard to dodge flying shrapnel when you're running away from it; he stays, moving them as needed to duck or hide. Finally the klaxons stop, and Bruce shoves a piece of broken siding out of the way so he can see what the hell's going on, and - oh.

There's a muted "Oh, Jesus" from the man who's huddled on the floor behind him, and Bruce's expression blanks - he's concentrating. A heartbeat later, he's hauling that guy up again, and walking very calmly, but very quickly, forward.

His grip on the other man's arm is vice-like, not letting him struggle away even though he tries. The overseer working with the previously-functioning ostrich machine screams at them to run, but Bruce ignores him, keeping a steady pace right towards the thing as it starts to lean dangerously. He marches straight through its legs, and out the other side, just as it finally collapses, falling forwards - right where they would have been, if they hadn't moved.

The dust clears, and both men are completely fine, though one is reasonably calmer than the other.
caballero: (day | it'll do)

[personal profile] caballero 2012-01-10 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
Meanwhile, Bruce is making sure his buddy here isn't going to have a stroke - he helps him plunk down on a nearby overturned tire, and the guy looks up and laughs at Will. "Yeah, we're fine, as near as can be," he says, and Bruce (Tom) stays quiet - but not unfriendly - beside him. The seated man shouts up at the overseer, "HEY, PUT A SIGN ON THE FENCE NEXT TIME!" Apparently they know each other, though, and as the other guy makes his way down the stairs, they start bickering in a familiar way. It's enough that Bruce feels he can quietly edge away, though he does send a glance towards Will - hi there.
caballero: (day | the other side)

[personal profile] caballero 2012-01-10 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
The whole setup - from the machine, to the pilot, to his gear - is interesting. (Bruce would have an easier time hating everything here if he wasn't so innately curious.) He stops, talking in the other man as well as the rubble behind him, and then clasps his hand - his grip is firm, skin on his hands rough in places. "Tom." He tilts his head a little, curious. "I haven't seen you around before."
caballero: (day | keen)

[personal profile] caballero 2012-01-11 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
He nods in greeting - a quiet guy, this Tom, but not impolite. (Sometimes.) "There's not too many people who can work some of the stuff that comes through," he agrees. "But it's not the tech itself that's gonna give you a headache in a month, it's the fuel."

There's more metalwork and silicone technology in Baedal than people realize, but it's all dead - no massive nuclear power grid, no fossil fuel, no hydrogen. It's the real kicker, just like yes, there are guns, no, there aren't any ammunition factories.
caballero: (day | tourism)

[personal profile] caballero 2012-01-11 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Is piloting constructs like that normal?"

It makes Bruce miss his toys, damnit. Not that he needs them, or anything, but - some people have kids, Bruce Wayne had an underground garage full of Lamborghinis. (...And the Tumbler.)
caballero: (day | attention)

[personal profile] caballero 2012-01-11 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
"It looked a little whacked out anyway." Whacked out, which is totally a technical term. Really. He sticks his hands in his pockets and looks at the toppled-over machine; it did seem a bit like an open-ended experiment, but maybe that's what it was - messing with drivers.
caballero: (day | snap)

[personal profile] caballero 2012-01-12 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I ah, work in the city proper at an energy research plant." Which explains his preoccupation with fuel sources. "Not too many people know how to properly identify metal compounds, though, so I get to run a lot of errands."

Errands in which he gets to screw around with all the gadgets and gears he could ever want to poke at.
caballero: (day | honesty)

[personal profile] caballero 2012-01-12 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
He nods, general agreement; it's not a traditional laboratory setting, but nothing is truly traditional in Baedal. Nobody has any real idea of what the hell they're doing, in his opinion, and most everything is run on magic, with people shrugging at each other and pointing at the stelanmancy division. It drives Bruce a little crazy, on a lot of fronts, so. Yeah. Getting out is nice.

But then-

Bruce looks over his shoulder at the toppled walker and the squished overhang, crumbled concrete slabs and twisted metal.

"Well, we were gonna get crushed if we tried to run backwards." Even if they made it out of the range of the ostrich, the collateral damage would have hit them. Easy logic, right? (Sure, buddy.)
caballero: (day | snap)

[personal profile] caballero 2012-01-13 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
Will seems awful curious; it could be good, or bad. He wonders if he was in the Air Force.

"I've been around."

(Jeez, Bruce, any more clear and you'll be wholly transparent.)

He leaves that ambiguous, mostly to see where the other man takes it - it's clearly leading, though.
caballero: (day | electric)

[personal profile] caballero 2012-01-13 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
"No."

Which, to almost everyone in every reality, means the remaining options are things like 'covert agent' - and Bruce is fine with that assumption. It's closer to reality than trying to fake being a soldier, and it's more believable than what he really is. So he'll just let the implication hang; Will can do what he likes with it.

"Is this the only work you do?"
caballero: (day | looking that way)

[personal profile] caballero 2012-01-13 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"You could always try the Militia."

There isn't much of a change to his soft-spoken tone, there, except for the sudden wry - almost dark - undercurrent. It's not a real suggestion.
caballero: (day | made real)

[personal profile] caballero 2012-01-15 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Problem?"

That's a good reaction, Will. Bruce approves, even if there's no outward sign his disposition has changed any - though that might be strange in itself, that kind of deceptive detachment.
caballero: (day | the other side)

[personal profile] caballero 2012-01-19 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. Good.

(If there's a list - and there is, but it only exists in Bruce's head - of potentially useful people to rile up, Will's just shot pretty high up on it; Bruce does not, as a rule, enlist people to fight his battles. But a soldier, a fellow abductee, and someone already carting around the proper disposition?)

"I wouldn't say that too loud," he remarks, ever-mild, but there's something to the way he holds himself when he says it, turning like he's about to head off, a thread of uncanny purpose to his posture, hinting. "I'll see you again."

It sounds like more of an implication than a polite goodbye.