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Started December 01, 2021 by Deleted user

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Name: Naomi
Nickname: Nami
Race: Robotic
Model type: new(bad at this kind of stuff lol)
Year made: 2 years ago
Personality: True Neteral (oof can't spell srry also what I mean is she has no emotions for now ;)
Abillity/power: looks like a human with metal skin and has access to the entire internet
Apperence: like a human but instead of skin metal and her hair is long straight and metal she also has a metal dress that she can screw on with screw driver and has eyes that glow a blue ish gray
Likes/dislikes: she likes well everything I guess she is a emotionless robot but she hates when people are wrong and will correct them but that is like a pet peeve
Other: she is very straightforward and kind of technical when it comes to well everything also has a roller skate and ice skate feature in he feet so awesome
(Sorry if vague)

(Okay, I'll get a starter up for this!)

Valerie was wandering around the city junkyards, looking for spare bits of mithril and adamantium for a suit of armor she'd been working on. Gods above, this is harder than a lot of other things that I've done… she thinks, finding yet another little bit of the darksteel and putting it in her bag. Suddenly, she whirls having heard a sound. She brightens her light, asking "Who's there?"

Andry, on the other hand, was quite enjoying his physical life. Currently, he was in an illicit drone racing stadium, piloting his drone faster and more accurately than everyone else there, being a former piece of technology himself. And I still am. he thinks as he takes a particularly tight turn and the crowd braces for impact, barely managing to get along unscathed. The crowd roared its approval. By the time anyone else got to that turn, the race was already over. Andry had won for the 20th time. He'd been keeping count. He collected the money the people had bet on him and against him, storing it away immediately. No reason to leave money out for people to steal. As he was walking out of the stadium, he noticed something weird: a second set of footsteps could be heard behind him, and he turned, calling out "Who is following me?"

The goblin quickly ducked behind a piece of junk when Valerie brightened her light. He hated bright lights, and he was on a mission. Damn it, why did other scavengers always have to get in the way?

He unconsciously tugged at the flashy earring on his left ear, a gift from a strange halfling he had met a few months ago. He had made a deal to work for the halfling to keep the earring if he served as a scavenger for a year. However, what he was scavenging for was something very precious, a material that the goblin could only pronounce as ‘Ad-man-tim’. And this woman was loaded with it.

Damn it! That meant he had to get right up next to her, and he preferred to avoid others while scavenging.

Val senses the life of the creatures, and launches a flare in the air, catching sight of the goblin. Ah, its merely a goblin scavenger. She throws a bit of mithril at it, then walks away, continuing her search for adamantium. She starts humming, not a particular tune, just humming, as she searches for more of the precious metal.

Andry decides to go to a nearby junkyard in search of some more spare parts for a project of his. He finds a nice electromagnet that could be useful and stows it in a small-ish dimension that hovers nearby. Oh, a quiet night a stormy night a night for sailors and all… he starts thinking, then smiles. He continues on with his searching, very quickly picking through the junkyard. He runs into a warm body and pins it, startled. "AH-HA!" he shouts, turning on a flashlight to see a goblin beneath him. "What are you doing?"

The goblin grimaced at the flare, then noticed the thrown piece of metal. He snatched it, realizing it was mithril. Though it wasn’t what the halfling wanted, it could prove useful.

The goblin prepared to leave, but he is suddenly blinded by a flashlight. He yelped, coiling.

“I scavenge!”he squeaked at the question.

He then crawled underneath some of the junk to escape the bright light.

Andry sighs. "Damn, I thought I found something interesting." He walks away, continuing his search for parts. He runs into Val and grins. "Well hey! Long time, no see, Soluna."

Val whirls the grins back. "Nice to see you too, Trelland. I assume you saw the goblin?"

"Yeah. Ugly little buggers, aren't they?" Andry laughs, finding a huge chunk of the darksteel Val had bee looking for, lifting it and carrying it for her.

Val watches. "Damn! I had quite forgotten how much you could lift."

Andry smirks. "Yeah." He finds another large chunk of adamantium and lifts that as well. He continues picking up the adamantium for Val, then sends it all to her workshop. He then goes back and grabs the larger mithril chunks, sending them to her workshop as well. Val watches, amazed.

"You've gotten better." she says.

Andry simply smiles and goes in search of some parts he'd seen. He waves.

He's definitely gotten better since I last saw him… she thinks, going back to her shop.

The goblin watched the pair’s interactions from his crevice, his jaw gaping when he saw the large chunks of adamantium. He tried to follow where the robot thing went, but it moved too fast, so instead he followed Valerie.

He was careful to remain at a distance and be as quiet as possible. When Valerie returned to her workshop, the goblin noted down the location before scurrying back to the junkyard. He found some more small fragments of adamantium, and a few mithril pieces for himself, then returned to the assigned meeting place, a small and shady tavern called Bilge Rat Cove, where he would wait for his employer.

Etta watches Val, eyes focused on her scavenging. She was about to make the shot, when the goblin started drawing some attention. Etta snarled, putting away her gun and slinking a bit closer, ducking under scraps of metal. Along the way down, she grabbed a spare eye lying on a pile of scraps. This could be useful. she says to herself as she hides behind an abandoned hoverpod. Then, the boy appears. Etta curses as she watches her prey disappear slowly, and sighs. boss won’t be happy with this.

Val goes into the main entrance of the workshop, then descends, the secret entrance to the true shop concealed in the back by magic and technology. She grins, inhaling deeply the burnt sugar smell of magic and the smell of grease and metal. Home sweet home… She immediately gets back to work, molding the metals to her form perfectly, using her powers to shape it and make it a flowing, beautiful work of art. Finally, I'm done… she thinks, grinning and quickly donning the rest of the armour.

Andry eventually finds the rest of what he needs and heads back to his apartment, the sounds of machinery and electronics buzzing and whirring once more. The neighbours keep complaining, but he really didn't care. After all, the cops don't care. He finally finishes his project, holding it up. Not the best looking, but I can go to Val for that… In his hands, he is holding a railgun marksman rifle. The first of its kind.