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capeandcowllogs2010-04-28 10:18 pm
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WHO: Pokey Minch and Terry McGinnis, with Hit-Girl possibly stopping by
WHERE: Pokey's lab/safehouse
WHEN: Wednesday night at 10
WARNINGS: None, really
SUMMARY: Pokey's been making crap for Terry. Terry's coming to pick it up.
FORMAT: Whatever you want.
Pokey sat on a small crate he had set outside the door to his little hideaway, filled with the batarangs he had made for Batman. He smiled a little to himself as he looked up at the sky, looking at the lights of the city at night. It was a...good feeling to have someone trust him, and he wasn't used to it. In a way, it was almost addicting.
He felt that he'd probably really enjoy the feeling even more as he got accustomed to it.
WHERE: Pokey's lab/safehouse
WHEN: Wednesday night at 10
WARNINGS: None, really
SUMMARY: Pokey's been making crap for Terry. Terry's coming to pick it up.
FORMAT: Whatever you want.
Pokey sat on a small crate he had set outside the door to his little hideaway, filled with the batarangs he had made for Batman. He smiled a little to himself as he looked up at the sky, looking at the lights of the city at night. It was a...good feeling to have someone trust him, and he wasn't used to it. In a way, it was almost addicting.
He felt that he'd probably really enjoy the feeling even more as he got accustomed to it.
pst, hey, your text isn't cut. Also do you have aim?
But in the mean time. Flying off to get his Batarangs.
He didn't even have the Batmobile here, he'd just have to carry them, so if Pokey really had made a gross it could get amazingly awkward. There would be Batman, flying around the city with a sack, as he highly doubted he could fit 144 new Batarangs into wherever the suit kept the things. That would look weird. That would look, his imagination helpfully supplied, as though Batman had decided to start hitting up jewelry stores after deciding that the hero biz wasn't profitable enough to keep his attention.
Terry sighed slightly to himself and missed home.
But it didn't matter. Never mind.
It was hard recharging his suit here, harder than it was at home, so Terry glided without additional thrust whenever he could - more so even than usual, and he tried not to rely too heavily on them even at home - and went easy on his stealth option - not that he expected to need it tonight.
He hoped.
But the lack of thrusters made him difficult to hear and the dark made him difficult to see, with or without the red of the bat on his chest and his wings. Pokey may or may not have noticed his approach, but the money was on 'no.' Not until Terry dropped onto a short wall just in front of the address that Pokey had given. His wings flicked back into his costume just as silently as the rest of the procedure had been.
"Hey."
LOL Yeah, I noticed and took care of it. And I do. My AIM is nathander_2007.
The inside of the crate was lined with what seemed a thin sheet of black metal with what almost looked like speakers in it. The batarangs themselves were all there and clearly, well, a gross. Not only that, but they were clearly of good make. While not perfect copies of the batarangs Terry was used to, but they were more than close enough and clearly sturdy enough. Far better than he could have hoped from having just given the kid a brief look at them over a communicator screen.
Pokey put his hands behind his back, smiling happily and waiting for the hero to give his judgment.
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Terry looked into the box curiously, but didn't move to pick anything up quite yet. Things looked good enough. They looked impressively good. But....
"What's up with the box?"
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"Remember the whole travel between time and dimensions thing I told you about? Well, I learned a lot of things there too." His hands moved over to the back of the lid, as if sliding in a hidden latch.
"See, one dimension had this way of carrying immense amounts of supplies and rations with minimal effort. The metal in the box is...let's say that it effectively dematerializes and stores what's put in it." A small hum can be heard as he slides the latch in the back further. There's no light or anything coming out of it, but the increase in the sound makes it obvious somethings happening before coming to a halt.
"After it does that, you pull the latch forward.." the latch pulls out in his hands, like the handle to a briefcase, as the crate itself takes the dimensions of a small briefcase itself, the boy holding the case out to the hero.
"And there you go. You just push the latch back in to access what you want. I could make them even smaller, if you want."
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He was pretty sure that this twelve year old had just managed to violate a few laws of physics, but uh. Well. As long as it worked, he supposed.
"And you just give this technology out?" he asked, slightly incredulously. But whatever. "You're going to have to show me how it works. First though, take it up again."
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He finished resetting the crate to its normal sized and leaned on it, looking back up at Terry. "See mister, I want to protect this City because, honestly? I think it's a pretty bitching place. But I don't have any cool super-powers, or super-suits, or nothing like that. But I can make stuff for people who want to protect others, so I can at least do that.
And I'm not totally helpless; I've got a job with this new company called Legi-Tech in helping make appliances and junk, so I'm getting money that way. They were kinda willing to throw out the idea of labor laws when I showed them how they could make more economical fridges and microwaves and junk."
Smiling a bit, he opened the crate again in case Terry wanted to try a batarang out and finished, "And sure, I can show you how it works. Just don't ask me to explain all the little details, because I'm not sure even I could do that."
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He laughed a little when Pokey explained what he'd been doing, and how he'd been doing it, and so even though it was kind of illegal for him to have a job-job... well, the rules were a little different here. Everyone had to do something to eat. He should probably get on job-hunting himself, as long as he was going to be here.... It wasn't fair to Raven to make her do everything herself.
"Just as long as the containment mechanism isn't something that would be shut off by another blackout, I'm not sure if it matters as much," he said. Though it would be good to know how it worked.... Hm.
"Language," he said, before he went back to cautious, looking-for-traps mode as he reached down and fished a Batarang into his hand. Shape was a little off, but it'd be easy to fix- "They have ears," he said absently as he turned it, "or at least mine do-" but it sprang to life in his hand just as his normal ones did, and the weight and balance felt familiar, and even the colors seemed right. Red and black was one thing, but this was about the right shade of red and everything. He couldn't really test the edges as you normally would, not in the suit, but the sides of the wings scraped lightly against the fabric covering the circuitry of his suit, and the sensors in the fingertips could measure, roughly, how sharp it was. Which certainly was sharp, not dull, which was... impressive. It flew perfectly, and Terry reached up and caught it with the ease of practice before it got stuck in a wall or something, then clicked the wings in once again.
"Impressive, twip," he said, with a bit of a smile in his voice. Pokey sort of reminded him of his brother, to be honest. Not that Matt could do anything like this, or had many dealings with Batman, but... he reminded him of him. "Didn't really expect all this."
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He frowned a little as he thought. "It shouldn't be effected by an EMP, but I can't make guarantees since I don't even know for sure if what caused the black out was an EMP, or what it was. So I can't promise resistance if its a different source altogether."
Pokey ignored the request to watch his language. He himself didn't think he needed to worry about it, but if the guy didn't want him to swear in front of him, hey; no skin off his nose. He smiled, however, as Terry tested the batarangs out, clearly pleased with himself. "Didn't notice the ears before, but I can make 'em in the next batch if you really want 'em."
He blew a raspberry at being called a twip again. "Glad you like it, jerkface." Smirking triumphantly, he asked, "Yeah? What did you expect then?"
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"I'd... heard that, yes," Terry said when Pokey mentioned the comics thing, and kept himself from pulling a face at the idea. Comic books were just so... oh, he didn't know. What mattered in the end, though, was that he was real somewhere. So at least there was that.
"Mm." Well he was hoping that there wouldn't be another blackout anyway, but he didn't want to be caught off-guard. Not any more than he could help - if he could figure out a way to safeguard the suit in general from anything of the kind he'd be happy. Until then....
He absently pulled out one of his batarangs and gave it to Pokey. "There, have a closer look. Not quite sure what I expected, to be honest." The batarang was lightweight and compact and the alloy it was made of was rather peculiar - it was part of how they were so easily stored, the suit could morph things into being particular ways.... Terry didn't know the exact details of everything, Bruce had picked up the technology a while ago and never explained it in full. If it could be explained in full, the entire process was pretty strange.
He was starting to wonder if he should ask the kid to hook explosives up to a few of them.
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Pokey took the batarang and rolled it over in one of his hands, taking one of the ones he had made in his own to test the difference. He stood there in silence for a moment, comparing the two of them. "I wasn't too far off the mark, but mine are a bit heavier, so the balance is probably a bit off compared to what you're used to. Give me a bit of time and I can make the next batch at the exact weight. You wouldn't happen to know what they're made out of, would you?"
Taking a brief glance at Terry as he stood puzzling whether or not to ask for modifications, Pokey tilted his head and asked, "Anything else you want, Batman?"