Good to have a Hobby

[deadcellsk8r.livejournal.com]

[So, uh... there's a rather portly man in the first floor main lobby, hunched over and tinkering with something. He's pretty engulfed in the effort, and frankly the mumbled words coming from him sounded something like... a classic rock song. Odd? Possibly.
Or is this the normal pace of things in FM!...? Intrigued by the guy? Step up and find out what he's up to At your own risk, of course.]

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[vamplostispenis.livejournal.com]

[She watches, and wonders how long it would take for him to notice her there~]

[deadcellsk8r.livejournal.com]

[Delicate, manicured hands ceased intricate work... detecting the presence of another person nearby.]

[vamplostispenis.livejournal.com]

It's been a while since I've last seen you. Fatman.

[She knew him, but would he know her? Or is he more familiar with her male self~?]

Like Wichita from ZOMBIELAND, speaking of which.

[deadcellsk8r.livejournal.com]

[A twitch. It "sounded" like him... but with a feminine and definitely more seductive tone. His own interest in the object ceased for a brief moment as he looked over his shoulder - catching a slight glimpse of the person.]
[And the brief pause was ceased, attentions averted back upon the device.]

h.

[vamplostispenis.livejournal.com]

You don't recognize me? I'm hurt~

[Okay not really :3]

[deadcellsk8r.livejournal.com]

[Reaching into a side pocket of the EOD suit, he drew forth a pair of tweezers and a miniture screwdriver; using the tools to mend the item.]

[vamplostispenis.livejournal.com]

Heh, you must be new.

[She smirked.]

Would I be right in assuming your Vamp is male~?

[deadcellsk8r.livejournal.com]

[A slight chuckle at the thought of it. The PATRIOTS were capable of such miraculous things...]

[vamplostispenis.livejournal.com]

Why thank you~

[She smirks.]

I have always been this way, just so you know. Welcome to the wonderful thing that is the Nexus~

[lucky-concept.livejournal.com]

...Fatman.

[Fortune can't remember the last time she was actually this glad to see the verbose bastard around before.]

[deadcellsk8r.livejournal.com]

[His smirk went unseen due to the collar of his suit.]

[lucky-concept.livejournal.com]

Finished? [Quirking a brow. Why doesn't she like the sound of that?]

With what?

[deadcellsk8r.livejournal.com]

[FATMAN held up a small "GA-KO" wind-up toy, which coincidentally quacked once; as if it were saying hello to his comrade-in-arms.]

[lucky-concept.livejournal.com]

...Good. Seeing as there's no way out of this building, it'd probably be best that it doesn't end up collapsing, if that's even possible.

[deadcellsk8r.livejournal.com]

[He turned his back to her again, hunching over as he continued tinkering.]

[He rubbed his right ear, huffing in defiance to himself.]

[lucky-concept.livejournal.com]

Lets not get started on what the problems with YOU are. I take it you aren't part of our universe either, hm?

[A sigh.] Yes. Vamp is a member of our unit; Black Cell. For you, it would be Dead Cell... And Vamp would be a man, right? Nonetheless, you should know that I still consider you to be a member of my unit.

[deadcellsk8r.livejournal.com]

[FATMAN exhaled sharply, rising slowly to a stand. FORTUNE, despite the dramatics, was always pretty cut & dry on the details... so he had little doubt of the information given. That, and after meeting the fem!Vamp, this was slowly perking up interest to "explore".]

[ivanbrannigan.livejournal.com]

[Ivan wasn't up to this part of the mission yet, so he doesn't quite know who this guy is. He is curious as to what's going on, though, so he approaches, his gun drawn in case the man is hostile.]

[deadcellsk8r.livejournal.com]

[He could be seen glancing over the left and right of the object he had been reconfiguring; of which on closer inspection, would be a "stolen" duck from toy-swamped the third floor.]

[ivanbrannigan.livejournal.com]

I'm not trying to be stealthy. I'm wondering what you're doing. [He stares.] Is that a rubber duck?

[deadcellsk8r.livejournal.com]

[Never mind the winding wand sticking out of its back; or the modified "feet" he had been working on prior to the platinum blonde's arrival.]

[ivanbrannigan.livejournal.com]

You modified it? That's... kind of unique.

[deadcellsk8r.livejournal.com]

[The way to gain not only the attention, but the favor of this mentally unstable 'emperor' was definitely though flattery. But then again, he always thought of himself perched on a pedestal... instead of eight urethane wheels.]
[He looked over his shoulder toward the man... narrowing his eyes in realizing who it was.]

[ivanbrannigan.livejournal.com]

[Ivan, meanwhile, has no idea who you are.]

You must be very skilled. Not to mention imaginative- I doubt many people would come up with the idea.

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