And When the Sky Was Opened [open]

[brainiacinblue.livejournal.com]

First, he had to hit Engineering to talk to this Billy fellow--and cross his fingers and hope for the best. This wasn't Metrocity, he hadn't saved the day here and worked for the peoples' trust, and while he'd read that Constitution about people not being punished for past crimes that didn't necessarily mean there wouldn't be attitudes of distrust and the like.

There was, of course, the option of lying about his former villainhood, but good guys weren't supposed to do that, right? And with Roxanne not remembering that he'd reformed, all he'd need was for her to mention he was a villain, and then he'd have to explain the whole thing, and then it would get all messy.

It was better people knew ahead of time. It was better that got their judging...thing out of the way ahead of time, especially if he was trying to work under them.

So off to Engineering he went. Now that he was fairly certain he didn't have anyone to intimidate, he wasn't wearing his cape or the collar, hoping to look as normal as possible.

Of course, on the way there, and afterward, he nosed around into many a place on the ship to look around, often blurting out "Incredible!" "Magnificent!" "Do you see that? That is the coolest thing I've ever seen!" and other such exclamations at the wonders he saw. The ship was a beaut, a techno-organic masterpiece!

[ooc: You can catch him poking around just about anywhere on the ship, although his jaunt to Engineering comes first chronologically. Just specify where he ran into your guy.]</font

Comments

[brainiacinblue.livejournal.com]

"I know physics, chemistry, the life sciences..."

He knew a lot of things, even if until very recently they'd been applied all for one specific purpose.

"Mind you, my knowledge of them is a bit eclectic, given I was entirely self-taught and pursued subjects based on my own interest, but I do far more than simply build things."

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"But can you make rocket boots?" One (rotted) eyebrow arches. This is vitally important.

[brainiacinblue.livejournal.com]

"In my sleep."

Honestly.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

Oh, really?

"How about a poultry gun?"

[brainiacinblue.livejournal.com]

"Small beans," he answered, "but very few practical applications beyond prankery."

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"Really? Can take the starch out of your opponent if they're suddenly a small, flightless bird." Karis snickers. Ah, memories.

"What about gyrocopters? Death rays? Bolt-guns? Or are you just a master of building everything ever? 'Cause I want to build some explosives..."

[brainiacinblue.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you mean turning-people-into-chickens chicken guns. Yes, I could make one, and that would have far more practical application. I thought you meant chicken guns as in guns that shoot a never-ending stream of chickens at people--you really do have to be specific," he pointed out.

"As for the rest, yes, death rays are one of my specialties in fact, yes, and yes, I can build just about anything, given sufficient time and materials."

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"You remind me so much of a gnome. Or maybe a goblin. Not sure which," Karis replied, scratching at her chin. "M'an engineer, but I don't really go into theoretical crap. Most of the stuff I work is mechanical. And weaponized. And explosive."

Mostly explosive.

[brainiacinblue.livejournal.com]

"Weapons and explosives actually something of a specialty! Most things I create are somehow destructive in nature."

That's just what happened when you were a super-villain.