Mar 18 20:12:46 107 PA - Happy Burger

From Chronicles

Zyvis makes his way along the street, his helmet on for the time being as he walks along, looking for anything worth his time and attention or maybe just being something of a tourist. With his helmet on at least he doesn't get people shying away from him like he was a lepper or the like. He doesn't appear to have a destination in mind or at least, is in no hurry to get to his destination if he has one.

Nemain seems to have just stepped from the Happy Burger if the bag in her hands is any testiment of her choice in foods. One hand dips into the bag to pull out some fries to munch on as she turns to start south again. One snowy brow quirking upwards as she spots an unfamiliar person striding down the street.

New person indeed, and with a freshly painted symbol on his armor to indicate he's a member of the KDPD but he seems to be patrolling alone, if he's indeed patrolling at all. Other things catch his attention as well, sometimes things that can't be seen and sometimes it's things like white hair and the like, obviously looking in his direction. He turns and makes his way towards Nemain but pauses a short distance away, not entering into any personal comfort zone or the like. The reason becomes why when he reaches up to pull of his helmet after unsealing it. "Hi." He offers somewhat lamely but he smiles, "I like your hair, makes me jealous in a way."

Nemain hmms softly as she studies the face and head revieled. "Thanks. It's what happens when you forget to duck out of the line during a storm." Her arms corssing slightly as she nibbles at her lower lip. "Hope you ate already. Wouldn't be good to eat me."

Zyvis can't help but chuckle, "You have no idea how many times I hear that every day." He sounds amused though and a smile still holds on his face, even touching his eyes. "I have already eaten recently. Even if I haven't, I don't hunt without cause." He gestures towards the space between them. "It's part of why I stopped and took off my helmet. I wouldn't be a good hunter if I alerted prey to my presence before the strike no?" He smooths a hand over his bald head, "Anyways, again, no, I have no desire to eat you." He then holds out an armored hand in an offer to shake, should she wish to approach and do so. "I'm Zyvis." Aha, an introduction.

Nemain's lips quirk at the corners as her eyes dance with mischief. "Also of the PD I see." She gestures towards the blazon painted onto the armor. "And no, it is not always wise to let the prey know they are being stalked." She glances at the offered hand for a moment, then lightly places her free hand into it. The paper sack crinkling with the shift. "Nemain, local Techno-Wizzie type, I guess you could say. Pop's was part of hte troops here before he bought it."

"Indeed?" Zyvis asks as he shakes her hand politely. "I am sorry about your father." He offers in somewhat apologetic tone of voice, almost like it was his fault for some reason. "We have almost all of us lost someone important to us anymore it seems." He says somewhat lamely and then releases her hand. He then shifts the conversation, "I was hoping to meet someone with your abilities. I have a great interest in such artifacts that you and yours can create. I only wish I'd had more opportunity to make enough money to try and buy something." He chuckles wryly, "They can be... quite expensive."

Nemain waggles her brows playfully at the switch of topics. "They can be. But most of that is in the gems inside them." She dips her hand into the bag again for some more fries. Then blushes and offers them over. "Sorry, it is rude to eat infront of someone. But I also just got out of work after a bit of trouble shooting on a prototype. What sort of toys were you looking into?"

"Please, feel free. It doesn't bother me at all." Zyvis says with a laugh, "Now if you were eating a nice rare steak or something." He winks playfully and waves off the fries, "Eat to your hearts content." He then looks around, asks, "I hope you don't take this the wrong way but, is there a more comfortable place you'd like to go to in order to sit and talk more comfortably? Your choice, public or private. I put myself at the mercy of your decision."

Nemain hmms softly as she glances around, then nods back towards the HB. "We could go grab a booth if you wanted. I think they might even be up for a special order if you liked." That said she munches some more fries as if she really hasn't eaten in a while.

Zyvis nods, "That would be fine, but no need for a special order or anything like that. I'm not hungry or thirsty." He tilts his head to the side, "I'm not sure how much you know about my people, but we don't actually tend to eat or drink 'normal' food stuffs very often." He moves towards the Happy Burger and goes to open the door for her so that she can walk in politely.

Nemain mmms and shakes her head slightly. "I know next to nothing beyond that your folk are bad to run into in a dark alley when their bellies are rumbling." She blinks a bit at the door being held for her, but takes it in stride and slips in ahead of you. "Thanks."

Kingsdale - Happy Burger

"Fair enough." Zyvis says, following into the establishment and taking a look around for an empty place to sit comfortably. Finding a booth he heads over and places his helmet down but leaves the radio on in case he gets contacted, then moves to pull off his gloves as he sits down on one side of the booth. "It's easy to focus on the parts that -sound- horrible over the things that are similar." He smiles wryly. "So, how long have you been making TW equipment?" He asks curiously.

Nemain offers a small winning smiles. She can't help it, "Legally or just puttering?" She lifts a hand to wave at the clerk at the counter. "Decided that it was too long a walk home to wait." Then turning back she shrugs, "Counting school and the few putterings before maybe a decade total? I think my first attempt was back before Pop's bought it. And don't let them kid you too much about ol' Sarge. He did not chew durasteet to make his own ammo. He got it requisitioned just like everyone else."

Zyvis chuckles, "One of the benefits of being what I am, is you learn very quickly what isn't true and what is." He says with a smile, "You know how many times I've had people try to shield their babies from me as if I were going to leap over there and devour the infant right in front of them?" He shakes his head ruefully and then hmms, "Oh this isn't a question about legality. I'm not here on some investigation or anything. Actually I was just curious because I wanted to know what you can make, and what sort of prices different things are."

Nemain ahhs softly, then wrinkles her nose at the mention of women shielding their babies. "I get that a bit too. As if I'm going to explode into something at any time. And as for the prices. That depends on what you want made. Currently I have a frost blade or shock blade to make. Person isn't sure wich yet. A work bench that will fix anything placed on it as long as you place materials there as well to fix with. A hospital bed that heals. And a couple other projects outstanding."

Zyvis nods, "Do you have any sort of stock built up? I am greatly interested in swords of course, like everyone else." He chuckles, "But I don't know if I can afford anything really decent yet. Even a simple flame sword is outside of my price range unfortunatly, at least black market prices..." He laces his hands together, tilting his head to the side. "You encounter that here? I thought Kingsdale was rather welcoming to magic and sorcerors of all types. With me, I can understand... so many people think we're just vampires that can walk in the sun and all."

Nemain chuckles softly, "Well, the shock blade is running close to sixty seven kay. As I said the hard part is the gems inside. And those prices are pretty firmly set. I cna haggle a bit with the merchants, but they swear they have loads of kids to support as well."

A wry smile touches Zyvis face at that, "Isn't that the way of haggling? Getting them to misremember how many children they actually have?" He chuckles and then looks thoughtful, "Maybe... should I manage to get hold of reliable transport... I could make a trip out west. I hear there are mines and such out there. Might be able to get a solid price on the gems you need."

Nemain nods to that. "It's the dangers that they have to cross getting back and then the cutting of them that can get to be pricy. It's been thought of before. Though perhaps I could take a walk on hte line side to see what I could gather back as well."

Zyvis wrinkles his nose at the mention of ley lines, or at least what he thinks she means as ley lines. "They make my head go all fuzzy... everything around them smells off." He says, "But, if you do go on a trip... maybe I could go with free of charge as protection, help cut down the cost of what I want made?" He smiles, "Just a thought. If you're interested."

Nemain chuckles softly, "Do you know how often I hear that line?" Which line she's not specifying, though it could have something to do with her PB 20. She quirks a brow up as she fishes out a burger from the sack and unwraps it. "Everyone wants a discount. And I have ot charge even the people who bring in all the items already for my time as well."

"Probably about as much as I get told people aren't afraid of me or not to eat them." Zyvis says with an expressive smile (thanks to his M.A. of 18). "But I am serious, and no, I don't want things for free, I'd look at it like payment for services rendered if it were to go through." He shrugs, "Just like I wouldn't escort a woman to Newtown for an untrained horse, I'd expect some sort of payment for my services. That's just the nature of the world. Just like you expect payment for your time even if someone has the materials right?" He smiles, "Anyways, it's just an offer. And I'm not surprised you get that offer all the time... the world being what it is the cost of a decent weapon or vehicle or suit of armor is... more than most people can ever hope to afford."

Nemain nods with a soft chuckle. "Or as someone called me the inept elitist. Becuase I said I had a good market in this town because most people I'd run into could probably use my stuff. Or perhaps he was just erked because I told him I really didn't need his help with my projects."

"Well I'm not sure who that would be. I've only really met a handful of people here since I arrived, and not all of it was good." Zyvis notes with a small smile and a shrug, "I'd make the trip myself, if I knew what to get when I got there... I just don't have the knowledge in order to do that sort of thing. I'd come back with a bunch of glass or something, unusable rocks..."

Nemain grins impishly. "Hmm.. true. And what's needed depends on what is wanted for the items. Clearest quarts is a good stone. Then there are all the colored stones as well. I know I put about four carats worth of amber into the hosptial bed. And twelve carats of fire agate into the bench."

Zyvis nods, "Guess I'll just have to rely on my vibro-swords and hope the e-clips don't give out in a battle." He smiles a little ruefully, "At least until I can manage to scrape up enough money to make you very wealthy."

Nemain snorts softly around a mouthful of burger. HEr nose wrinkles as she chews slowly as if gathereing her thoughts. Finally she shakes her head, "It hardly makes me rich when most of the money goes to the shop and the supplies. I get a certain share for spells cast or docked the amount needed for someone else to cast them into the matrix."

Zyvis tilts his head to the side, "But, how do you know how much I want?" He asks curiously, "Maybe I want enough to indeed make you very wealthy." He smiles at that, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I know where you're coming from. People know that E-Clips can be recharged, but they seem to forget it costs anywhere from 1500 to 3000 credits per charge depending on the day. And that's just one E-Clip... I have over thirty of them... if I ever run dry on ammo... that's at worst 90,000 to recharge them all."

Nemain nods to that and sighs. "That's the truth. I have a rifle I reworked to allow me to pump juice into it in place of an e-clip. Love it to tell the truth. Though I would like to get my hands on some of the nicer and harder hitting guns."

Zyvis nods, "That's why I really need some swords I can do that with... I usually end up in hand to hand anyways and I could..." He hmmms, "Wonder how many credits I could get for selling the e-clips and the matching swords..." He clucks his tongue lightly in thought, "But, I still don't know what you can make, sword wise, or what prices they are."

Nemain hmms softly, "Well, flame blade does a bit of damage. Ice or shock blades could put a hurt on a body. The old light blade as well. As for costs. I'd have to see what stones I can come up with. The spells aren't too hard, just some are time consuming at the moment."

Zyvis hmms, "Wish I knew more about them, then I could ask about them specifically. I have a feeling it's going to be a matter of what's cheapest though, at least for now. It's not like we get paid a lot, working in the department. Oh don't get me wrong, it's enough to survive but it's definatly not enough to cover extra-curricular activities. To be honest, I don't really see myself as a 9 to 5 cop for the rest of my days..."

Nemain nods to that. "There is always contract work with the weapons developers in town. I know they often 'lend' out prototypes for field testing. Or so I saw when I was here a few years ago." She gets a slightly glassy look, "Hmm... I wonder what it could be like to TK one of those auto-shotguns. That would make a mess if it went awry though."

Zyvis tilts his head to the side, "Auto-shotgun? Guess I haven't been here long enough to hear about this weapon developing business..." He reaches up and scratches at his chin briefly, "Wonder what the prices are... what kind of ammo..." He sighs, "Probably more than I've got. Even a new suit of armor is going to run my 50,000 should I lose this one."

Nemain blinks and blushes, "Sorry. A bit of a dream snag. Newtech is the local arms manufacturer. They used to contract out their field testing. Saw a SAM pilot loaded up with some sort of projection cannon a while back."

Zyvis hmmms, "I must have missed that section of the orientation..." He considers, "They sell to the public?"

Nemain nods to that question. "Ohh, yes. They have a shop built right into the side of the place. Though the Armory also carries some of their stuff." She winks, "they always try to shoo me away from asking if I can examine for a better fitting of crystals."

Zyvis tilts his head to the side, "Why not just purchase a few of them and begin tinkering?" He asks curiously.

Nemain shrugs, "I'm not rich either. Just recently made it back to town myself. And well, got a load of ordered all at once."

Zyvis nods, "Well at least it's good for job security." He says with a smile, "Better to have to much work than not enough no?"

Nemain chuckles softly, "I'm still waiting for the payments to come in. Meanwhile I just put the projects to gether as most are just the matter of a day or so of actual work."

Zyvis ahs, "Yeah... that's always a problem I guess. Especially when it's..." he pauses thinking, "What did you say? Over sixty thousand for that one sword someone wanted you to make?" He shakes his head, "That's well out of my price range. I'd have to liquidate practically everything I own."

Nemain blushes, "Sorry, thirty six thousand. Got it mixed up with a vehicle based cannon the Guard wanted a quote on. But yeah, they can be a bit spendy up front. But then again once you have it there is the lack of need to replace e-clips and recharging comes from you."

Zyvis nods, "Yeah, that's really why I want them. To be honest that thirty six isn't half bad. One of my rifles goes for almost that much on the market. Then add in e-clips and charges and it gets to be even more expensive than that." He smiles, "So, do you happen to know what you -can- make? Sword wise? I mean if you had everything you needed."

Nemain chuckles, "I already told you. I am able to make all the types I mentioned. I just don't have the gems for all of them at the moment. And yeah, they aren't too bad when you look at all the aditional costs of non-magical."

Zyvis raises an eyebrow, "Well I didn't know those were the only ones you could make. You had mentioned something about checking for gems or the like." He shrugs a bit and then thinks a few moments. After those moments he shrugs and smiles, "Guess it doesn't really matter in the end. I'll just have to think up other things to talk about."

Nemain grins and shakes her head slightly. "I think you just want to chat me up is all." Her lids half-lowering as she cants her head slightly. "Basicly tell me what you want ideally and I can tell you if I can make it for you and roughtly what it'll run you."

"I admit it, I do." Zyvis says without hesitation, "But, it's mostly because it's so hard for me to find decent conversation here. I get a lot of... I'm not afraid of you. I know people more powerful than you. Can you tell me how you eat? I'm not squeamish, tell me." He looks away then and frowns, "And to be truthful, I don't exactly know what I want. I don't know that much about techno-wizard weapons, or what would suit me. So I don't really know what to ask for."

Nemain ahhs softly and nods, "So how do you fight most often? You had said you usually close to hand to hand ranges. Are you certain you want a blade and not something more akin to a battle gauntlet?"

Zyvis reaches up with one hand and taps the pommel of one of his vibroswords on his back. "Swords, two of them, is how I normally fight in hand to hand. Unless I am fighting a werecreature or a vampire. Then I use knives. Wood or silver, or both, depending." He looks back towards her then. "I'm not sure which would be better really. Do you have battle gauntlets that are as powerful as your swords?"

Nemain shrugs slightly, "Last guantlets I made were for a juicer the size of a sub-compact. Was more a question if they survived getting hit." Again that impish grin shows. "Though I think a sword would probably do more harm in your case."

Zyvis smiles softly, "No, a juicer I am not." He says with a chuckle, "All I have is what I was born with. Natural strength and skills." He considers, "What are your most devastating swords them? For pure hit for hit power. I am honestly not that interested in being able to shoot fireballs or lightning or whatever. I'd prefer all it's energy be used to keep it running."

Nemain nods to that. "It would be tied between the fire sword and the ice blade I think. The former hites wit hthe same power as a fireball spell. And the later has a chance of freezing them solid."

Zyvis nods, "Well, how much would either of those run?" He asks curiously.

Nemain mmms softly "Someplace between thirty and fourty thousand. Depending on how availible the gems are." She shrugs slightly, "There are other ones that can do more damage, but they hurt you as well."

Zyvis hmmms in thought at the original statement of prices but then raises an eyebrow at the mention of the other, "Hurt you how?" He asks curiously, "Are they cursed?"

Nemain shakes her head slightly. "They use some of your essence to fuel them. They take a ding off your well being, though you heal up from it."

A wrinkling of his nose is his response to that, "Is there no way to make one of those that functioned off normal magic or psychic energy?" Zyvis asks, "I don't know if it's a good idea to be hurting yourself when in a hostile situation like that. Seems like it would have very limited use... maybe for emergencies, I guess..."

Nemain nods, "Rather last ditch. Or for those who cna take a ding and not have to worry too much. I do know there are some folk who have shields and such that can take massive amounts of damage before the damage even gets to the armor or the flesh inside."

"Must be some of those people who are 'more powerful' than my humble self." Zyvis says wryly, "All I have is my armor. Once thats gone, while I may be tougher than the average human, I still don't want to take a shot from even a C-8 postol... cut me down as quick as anyone else." He shakes his head, "While I might be able to use those swords... I don't like being hurt, especially when it might interfere with my ability to hunt. I can't just lounge in bed healing unfortunatly."

Nemain nods to that. "Probably why that variaty is so seldom ordered. Plus, I'd hate to see one crossed with a psyblade. It could get as messy as a falty tk-shotgun."

Zyvis smiles softly, "Well, that answers the original reason I wished to talk to you. You are free to leave, escape from my evil clutches of conversation if you wish."

Nemain chuckles softly as she does rise to toss her trash. "If that was evil clutches, then I must be erking off good."

Zyvis smiles wryly and leans back in his chair as he watches her move, "You are more than welcome to stay and chat, we can even talk about non-work related issues." He hmmms, "I have an incredibly short supply of questions about the weather, how long you have been in Kingsdale, and what you like in a man that I could ask." His smile turns playful and mischievous at that. "Though I imagine the latter might be a bit strange coming from the likes of me."

Nemain laughs softly, "Hmm.. Let us see. Weather is the weather, I tend to spend much of my time insied when not venturing out fr supplies. I've just returned maybe a couple months now. And the last is something I haven't thought about. Could be that I'm equal opportunity. Or perhaps I bat for the other team?"

"Being a mutant freak, as I am so often called, every team is the other team for one such as myself." Zyvis says with a laugh, apparently not taking himself to seriously. "But those are questions only you have the answer for, on those last few anyways." He rises to his feet, "Still, it was a pleasure to meet you. You seem like a good person, you don't have to be worried about being hunted by me. I'll stop wasting your time now." He reaches to pick up his gloves and start pulling them on, helmet he tucks at his waist.

Nemain grins at that, "You're not the first to ask those questions. And I still don't have answers that make much sense. Usually I get lost into work for too long a period to hold up much in hte way of relationships. Today was an odd one as I was hungry."

Zyvis nods, "And no doubt I won't be the last." He surmises with a smile, "It's a pity that we Psi-Stalkers can't learn to be techno-wizards, we rarely have to eat. You'd be able to get lost in your work for weeks at a time."

Nemain laughs at that and shakes her head. "I think that could be a band thing. Do you not feed off the same thing as the weapons that I produce? I'd hate to think you chipped a tooth on one of hte gem batteries."

Zyvis chuckles, "Not really. We only survive well on living energy, that we get from living things, or supernatural predators." He shrugs, "I don't think it's even possible for us to drain the energy out of a device you would make. We can power them with our own energy but... I don't think we could eat it." He wrinkles his nose, "To be absolutely honest, anything that isn't from a creature even if we can live off it tastes... horridly foul, makes us sick."

Nemain ahhs and blushes, "Good. That clears up a horrid mental image of me watching someone chewing on one of my weapons like it was a bone they were trying to get the marrow out of." Zyvis smiles wryly, "Well I am glad to dispel that illusion. You can rest assured that when I eventually am able to buy some swords from you of one type or another, I won't be gnawing on them at any point."

Nemain chuckles softly as she covers her eyes. "Ohh, ouch. That's even worse. I'm still working on how to bio-match to a single person so that said weapon can't be taken away and used against the owner."

"That would be an interesting trick, but also might make it hard for people to sell it if they needed to wouldn't it?" Zyvis asks, "I mean, most people who can afford to buy one aren't likely to get them stolen no? Or have it taken by force?"

Nemain nibbles at her lower lip. "That would be hard to say. Anyone can be disarmed. And if you drop a weapon and the enemy grabs it and uses it on you. Well, that's bad too. But true, it would be bad for resale unless there was a way to reset the spell at the shop."

Zyvis nods, "Might be something worth checking out though. At the very least you could have it as an additional option for those who would be interested in such security. Never hurts to have options."

Nemain nods to that. "That was the idea. I'm just stuck in the spell matrix of it. What would give me the effects I wish." Her brows waggle a bit again as she mulls over how much that could add to the costs."

Zyvis laughs, "I am the completely, and utterly, wrong person to ask about that. My practical knowledge of magic is what I can likely expect when..." He clears his throat and shrugs, "That sort of stuff is beyond me." He says somewhat lamely.

Nemain nods, "Your knowledge of the magicals is what you can expect when you have to snack, hmm?"

Zyvis shrugs, "Many of my hunts are after sorcerer's who are terrorizing people. Using their magic to abuse others that have no way to stand against it. You ran into a lot of that in the Burbs. Also psychics with the same thing... when someone can cast a spell and instantly kill a dozen people, or hew them down like wheat without being hurt by normal bullets... that's where I come in. Those are the type of hunts I enjoy and when they die, they taste all the sweeter."

Nemain nods slightly as she hugs herself and vissible shudders. "I can understand it. Just ouch, don't want it to be me."

Zyvis looks away, "I'm sorry... to me, it's no different than talking about a good dinner..." He frowns, "I didn't mean to offend... I should go." He then moves to start for the exit at a quick pace.

Nemain lifts a hand and waves. "Take care. And no.. it isn't any worse than talking to a dogboy about what he had either. Just too easy to picture it happeneing to people I knew."

Zyvis nods, but doesn't say anything further. Instead he snaps his helmet into place, sealing it up and then opens the door, stepping back out onto the streets of kingsdale.