trans_9 | Meet-n-Greet

"I was trying to help, anyway." Wyn says, giving Julian an exasperated look, seriously considering not helping at this point. "This looks like a nerd-herd problem, anyway; it's too industrial for magic. Could be magitech, but I doubt it. They lean more steampunkish than anything..." she continues, lost down her own little avenue of thought.

"What powers? ... getting actual answers to these questions helps, you know, just so I can find out how it's affecting you." Wyn points out.

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"It's likely a Starktech design with Richards enhancements and OzCorp modifications," like traps and triggers. Julian wasn't a tech nerd, but liked to keep up on the latest available stuff. "Not that any of that probably means anything to you. But most of the smartest people in my universe all probably had a hand in making this... thing."

He was still rather wary of Wyn, and it was

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"It's likely a Starktech design with Richards enhancements and OzCorp modifications," like traps and triggers. Julian wasn't a tech nerd, but liked to keep up on the latest available stuff. "Not that any of that probably means anything to you. But most of the smartest people in my universe all probably had a hand in making this... <i>thing</i>."

He was still rather wary of Wyn, and it was <i.annoying as all hell</i> that she was the closest thing to useful he could find right now.

"I'm a mutant, one of the last ones left on my world. This thing is designed to screw with whatever it is in my DNA that gives me my powers."

"It... doesn't, actually, but I'll take your word for it." Wyn says, giving the collar a critical look. "Stupid thing for the smartest people in your world to build, but there you go." It's only marginally less stupid than giant robots or doomsday devices, which are what the smartest people in Wyn's world build.

"Ooh, all right, I definitely thought it was mentally-based, but that doesn't really make sense from the design. No neural uplink, or at least I don't think there is, but it's worth checking out. Felt any stabbing near where your head and neck meet?" The mutant thing is interesting, certainly, and it's probably similar to magic in Wyn's world, but that's less important than the collar at the moment.

"No stabbing, but this damn thing itches constantly." He tried to adjust the collar on his neck, but to no avail.

Wyn frowns at the collar, stretching up to her tiptoes to try and get a better look. ~~Short Wyn is short.~~ "Yeah, don't... don't touch it. The itching's probably just because it's-- hey, how long has this been on, anyway?"

"No stabbing is good, though. That means it's not got anything to do with your brain, which is definitely a plus. Getting rid of forcibly-inserted neural uplinks is a bitch and a half, not to mention the possible vegetative state of the one with the stabby bit in their spinal cord." Wyn says brightly. Optimism is the key, or at least optimism with a side of mad science is.

"Yeah, let's not go blanking my mind." Ok, this chick is weird.

"At least two days, plus however long I was soaking in a pod of snot." And there was really no telling how long that was.

Look, Julian, do you want help from someone who most likely knows what they're doing or not? If so, don't call Wyn weird to her face. "... I just said that couldn't happen." Wyn says irritably, shooting what's-his-name with the collar an exasperated look. "The lack of stabby thing at the base of your skull says so."

"So... yeah, that explains the itchiness. You just haven't been able to scratch it for however long you were in a Stacy-induced coma, plus two days."

Most likely knows or actually knows? Because Julian will risk upsetting the former. And the latter, for as far as that goes. He's fond of burning bridges.

"Well, that's one mystery solved." He rolled his eyes a bit. "Now you just need to figure out a way to unlock this thing without setting off every failsafe this thing has. Think you can manage that/i>?"

... well, it's highly probable that she'll be able to get it off.

"That depends. Think you can manage to not be an absolute arse while I do it?" Wyn snaps, more Irish than usual bleeding into her voice. She's usually hard to anger, but Julian's getting under her skin a little.

There was just something slightly haughty in the way he smirked at her. "Possibly, but going half-assed isn't my style."

"Except for when you've got a power limiter on." Wyn points out cheerfully... possibly a little too cheerfully. Seriously, this isn't making Wyn want to help you, Julian.

That smirk shifted into slightly more of a sneer. "Not even then, honey." Do not push him, Wyn, he will push back. Even if it costs him to do it.

"How soon can you get started on this thing?"

"Don't call me 'honey'. If you've got to call me something, use my name." Wyn snaps, giving Julian a Look. Don't push her, either; there's a reason why people who get mad scientists angry enough tend to disappear.

"Meet me in the Engineering Lab tomorrow. I'll see what I can do with some actual tools." she continues, shrugging. "There's not much I can do right this second."

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"Then you might want to tell me what your name is, honey." Julian will not lose a battle of wills if he can help it. "Even if I had my powers, I still wouldn't be a mind reader."

"Engineering Lab. Tomorrow morning. Be there." Wyn says over her shoulder, walking away.

Name? What name? You don't get a name, Julian. (Of course, she doesn't know his, either.)

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