Who: Forge, Mystique NPCs: -- When: December 2nd Where: Brotherhood HQ What: Mystique brings Forge some parts needed to further his work for the big man. Rating: PG?
The fairly large room Forge had re-purposed as his shop was always bustling, no matter the time of day. The skilled mechanic had what some might call an irregular sleep schedule, spending days on end working on what ever do-dad or gizmo lodged itself in that brain of his. The other times he was in a deep seated coma, re-cooperating. Today was one of those active days and from the back of his shop came the sound of a welding torch, intermittently disturbing the sound of radio disc-jockeys. The radio sat propped up on a shelf, blaring modern alternative or whatever the label was these days. Fortunately the commercials and over processed music was a temporary burden while his mp3 player was installing the latest hacks.
A commercial for a local chain of grocery stores was drowned out when the arc welder came back to life. Sparks flew in all directions as he joined the two panels of his latest invention. Several nearby table were layered with other components that would soon join this most recent venture. Forge killed the power to the arc welder and set it down. With the metal attachment on his right hand he flicked the exhaust system on to vent all the gas out. Then and only then did he remove the face mask, tossing it on the table. With a grunt of effort he climbed to his feet and moved to another table to begin prep work. He was oblivious to his guest.