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Post by Luke Indigo on Nov 29, 2014 0:20:33 GMT
Teeth grit as Luke glowered at the shelves of parts and pieces better used for home improvement than to maintain the fragile lab equipment he needed them for. If the toybox event hadn’t been a nuisance to begin with, being separated from the hand crafted machinery parts he needed certainly took the cake. This is stupid. If given a chance to, he’d punch these so called ‘gods’ right in the face for this stupid isolation. He didn’t care about this test between good, neutral, and evil. He just wanted to work on his beloved science projects in peace. And now he couldn’t.
Growling a little, the young man stepped forwards and started fishing through the drawers of parts and pieces that he was sure would not fit the damn instrument. “You’re stupid, you’re stupider, you’re the stupidest…” Luke swore softly under his breath as he fished through sheets of metal and ‘scraps’ for lack of a better word. It had occurred to him a bit back that he could probably weld the metal if need be, but Luke had very little experience with direct mechanics. He used instruments for their scientific value, but building them was not his specialty. Now he regretted studying only the basic physics that went into each machine. It wasn’t that he couldn’t look it up but that now he’d have to experiment in building them, and this would slow him down.
“A teacher could probably help you Lu~” a squeaky voice echoed in Luke’s head causing the redhead to freeze in mid motion only to leer sideways down at the mouse that was now sitting back and staring up at him sweetly. Alpha. It had to be Alpha. Scowling, Luke looked away and continued his search muttering softly about how stupid it was. The mouse gave a sigh knowing it was pride that kept Luke from asking for direct help. It was getting him to admit it that was hard. "Jackal" Webster |
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Post by "Jackal" Webster on Dec 20, 2014 20:19:14 GMT
“Everyone wants to be a cat~” was sung as a white furball dashed across the glass case and vaulted himself somewhere. Jackal- or Jack, or whatever his name happened to be tipping himself back in a chair in pure boredom. He had already turned his music up and danced around the store while he did inventory. Now he was bored and he was tired of playing drums. Snowy was amusing himself by singing songs from Disney in the most annoying way possible. There was a TV- an ancient TV with the VHS tapes and he wasn’t sure to be amazed if people still had one that worked or be surprised no one actually scrapped it. One earbud was hanging slightly out his left ear as he listened to a bunch of rather rock-metal like songs. The redhead’s head bounced slightly with the beat. It was the only thing keeping him entertained. Only two people were actually in the store- so he really didn’t have much to do. At least that was until he spied another red shock of hair grumbling to himself. Raising and eyebrow- tipping the chair dangerously back, he stared for a moment before rolling his eyes. Great, that meant he had a job to do. The chair clicked back onto the ground as he stood up- Snowy practically appearing out of nowhere to follow him. He would be annoyed- but he couldn’t care. “Looks like you can’t find what you’re searching for.” Jackal stated as he drifted closer. “Instead of murdering everything, you could ask me and I can see if we have it in stock.” It was a bit bland, but he was used to dealing with irate people who were irate for no bloody reason. Snowy stood below him, curiously staring up at the other red haired boy with a fascination only a cat could have.
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Post by Luke Indigo on Jan 5, 2015 3:22:56 GMT
So intent in his search was Luke that the young man didn’t hear the store worker get up or even approach. Thus, when the voice hit his ears, the young man froze bristled in mid-motion before a shiver broke his form and a sharp blue eye turned to regard the speaker. Hidden behind tuffs of hair, a gold one stared out as well. Instead of murdering— before he could calm down, a hot blush jumped onto Luke’s features at such a comment. He could have just asked. Luke knew that, but he also knew the answer that would come if he had: no there wasn’t anything like that in stock. Why was he searching then? Maybe he had too much hope.
Lips pressed together defiantly, and Luke struggled for a comeback that would not come. He had never been good at retaliatory speech nor was insight about to grace him. After a few seconds of silence, an exhale came instead as Luke turned back to the metallic problems in front of him. Arms folded in front of Luke, but for as much as he wanted to, he didn’t huff thereafter. “It’s not a general item,” the young man admitted a bit quieter than he wanted to assert himself. “It looks like a long screw but thicker than normal, and …” Luke struggled to explain. He would know it if he saw it, but describing it was strangely difficult. Briefly he glanced down and sideways finding himself staring at the cat that seemed to have followed the man. It has to be a familiar, right? he assessed. Yes, that was what t was, who would trust a cat around such a store otherwise? Reminded of Alpha, Luke glanced to where he saw her last but found her strangely gone.
After a moment, Luke finally glanced sideways again meeting the gaze of the other redhead. “It’s for an NMR machine,” he explained not expecting it to be recognized by that name. Certainly scientists would recognize NMR stood for nuclear magnetic resonance, and the instrument in question used the reaction molecules had with and against magnets to know the composition of it. However, Luke had come to expect others not to understand and wouldn’t even quite attempt to explain in that moment. Thankfully, at least, the magnets themselves were not worn. That would be a worse matter entirely than trying to find something he could use as a special screw.
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Post by "Jackal" Webster on Jan 20, 2015 0:12:51 GMT
There was nothing from the other redhead for a moment. Jackal entertained himself with wondering if the kid got in a fight with a pair of scissors and lost. His other eye was tucked under a shock of red bangs which only amused him. Looked like the kid was trying to imitate a sheepdog. How cute. Snowy moved to scramble up and balance on something nearby, watching the two with intensity only a predator could. He was harmless but he was sure that only Jackal knew that. Jack only blinked at the rather quiet statement- wondering why such a boy was so ridiculously quiet. He didn’t seem the type. With a small roll of his shoulder, he turned his eyes towards the shelf. If it wasn’t a general item, it wouldn’t be there. He would know that. Plus with all his anger towards the screws they had, the boy should have assumed that they didn’t have it in stock. When he heard the next line- his eyes drifted back towards the stranger almost deadpanning. That wasn’t something they would have in stock. That didn’t even sound like a practical application. His reading of scientific journals were little since he himself didn’t understand what some of the things were. However he recognized the letters in something he read and quit reading a minute later. Of course it could be something different, he wasn’t sure. (The only reason he remembered it was because he kept calling it Nuclear Melon-roids.) “What’s that?” Snowy asked- trying to project his telepathy towards the stranger as well. “If it’s the same thing I know nothing about, it has to do about Chemistry.” Jackal answered almost slowly. “Do you have the specifications of the machine or any pictures of the thing you need? It’s not something we keep in stock out front- but as a mechanic, I deal in specifications, not a general idea of what the machine is.” He paused, turning to the wall of things- wondering if he could simply make one of the screws. It seemed like a challenge and he enjoyed a challenge. “If I can get the blueprints, I can tell you if you can get one here or if someone can make one for you.” The kid was obviously not in the normal league of nerds, but a scientist. Or at least an assistant to a scientist. Something of the sort. He looked young, but if he was in the toybox, he probably had some type of redeeming quality.
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Post by Luke Indigo on Mar 8, 2015 17:04:09 GMT
The question in his head had Luke recoiling, his gaze flashing confusedly to the cat positioned like some great hunter upon a shelf. While he was used to nascent surface thoughts of those around him when his power decided to activate on his own, he was not so comfortable with thoughts directed at him. It was an altogether different experience, and had he not been startled, he might have even been intrigued for a moment or two. “You don’t just talk?” Luke half-questioned half-snapped at the cat.
This thought was quickly detracted when the other redhead spoke, however. The recognition of what it was surprised him, and once more the questions that came after continued to. A mechanic? Luke’s teeth grit as he struggled not to bite the inside of his mouth. Did he have exact specifications or any pictures? The questions swirled in his head with a strange mix of self-consciousness and embarrassment added in as fine undesirable seasoning. Not a general idea. Luke’s hand twitched. He hadn’t been expecting to meet a mechanic in a hardware store, but if he was honest with himself, he hadn’t been expecting much of the trip either. It had just been a stop in, more or less, to gauge what could work, right? Right?
He felt less self-conscious wen the other young man turned to stare at the wall, and a small breath escaped Luke as he tore his eyes away and stared at the things as well. His pulse lowered almost immediately, but the self-conscious feelings would never really die. He knew that too well. Pausing momentarily as a thought came to him, Luke jerked, his hand clasping the phone in his pocket as he quickly fished it out. Rather than scroll through the pictures, he started texting rather furiously upon the screen before closing it again and breathing out. “I can get those,” he stated louder than before, a hollow confidence protecting him for the moment. He could get- at least a picture of those blueprints, baring his professor was actually at the school at the moment and willing to pull away from whatever work he might have been doing to take a picture or two.
After that, however, he didn’t exactly know what to say- or do. It could be anywhere between a minute to an hour before he got a picture sent back and….Chewing the inside of his mouth mercilessly, Luke took in a sharp breath. “Thanks,” he spoke. It came out harsher than necessary, clearly forced and clearly discomforting. It was the best he could do right then and there with everything in him squirming and swearing at everyone else in the world. Clearly it was their fault that he hadn’t thought to take a picture with him or a schematic. Clearly he was not in the wrong. Clearly.
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Post by "Jackal" Webster on Apr 13, 2015 17:23:54 GMT
Snowy, much more used to the almost volatile behavior of most red-heads he was around seemed to let it wash off his back when he was snapped at. He was starting to think all Red-Haired humans were just snappy creatures. “Why would I when this is much cooler?” He responded to Luke, balancing on his paws almost completely still like a statue. However despite that, his eyes gave an almost amused glance towards the other red-head. Why were humans so snippy? Jackal gave a small look to the other man, a bit surprised at the loud statement and the almost jumpy movement of the redhead pulling out his phone. The pale skinned man only moved to put weight on his heel as he moved his eyes over the wall in front of him, then occasionally back to the stranger. He wasn’t sure why the man as smart as he was- extremely based on assumptions more so than any factual evidence- wouldn’t have guessed that they wouldn’t have such a thing in a store. If he did already foresee that problem, why wouldn’t he have come prepared with blueprints? Obviously common sense still wasn’t in scientists today – he just had seen a whole article about women’s moods compared to men and he thought it was a waste of time and study – and this stranger was the same. The red-head assumed that he had asked someone to take a picture of the machine, and the man almost snarked that he needed more than that to make this so called complicated screw and bolt. Hell, he needed width, length, weight, and the materials generally used. However they could start with a picture he supposed. An almost smirk came to his lips at the harsh ‘Thanks’. Kid was snippy wasn’t he? “No problem.” He assured easily, raising his hand up to give a two fingered salute. “Jackal is the name. What’s yours?” He could start there- since he was going to be doing work with this kid. “And before the cat shouts in your head again- his name is Snowy.” Snowy gave a small huff at him- which sounded strange for a cat, but didn’t say anything else about it.
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