Forge (themaker) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2009-07-07 08:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | forge, madison jeffries |
Log: Forge and Madison
Summary Madison takes Forge for a ride in his TOTALLY AWESOME CAR.
MADISON: He's waiting by the car, parked within eyeshot of his window: a cherry-looking Chevy Camero from 1977, painted a slick British Racing Green with black racing stripes along the sides and hood. It is simply inhuman for a car like this to be so well maintained and Madison rests against the side of the hood, arms wrapped around himself. He chews his lower lip and keeps and eye out for Forge.
FORGE: It's not every day that Forge is ready and willing to drop everything to get out and socialise in the sunlight. But he's heard about Madison and what the kid can do, and this is enough to get him out of his workshop. Making his way down the side of the hotel, and out to where Madison said he'd be, pace slowing considerably when he lays eyes on Madison's Chevrolet. And there's only one word for it: Gorgeous. "Dude." He breathes, "Impressive." And it is. He's not impressed very offen. "You restored it yourself?"
MADISON: Madison nods emphatically, "Yeah- well, me and my dad for a bit but mostly, well." That thing he does. He shakes his head at the memories, smiling just a little as he looks down. "Complete rustbusket when we got her though..." He looks up and shrugs a shoulder towards the passenger's side. "Hop in, I know an underground parking lot from when I showed Walter." He rolls a bit, opening the locks on the door with a heavy ca-THUNK. Whether he used the keys to do that or not would be hard to judge.
FORGE: Forge did what any admirer of a fully restored, custom painted car would do, crouched down to admire the side of the vehicle, the (kind of sexy) curve of the machine's bonnet and roof. At Madison's invitation, he offered the guy a wide grin, and wordlessly slid into the passenger seat. When the car rumbled to life, Forge lifted a hand to the dashboard, running his palm across the surface and nodding approvingly, "Oh will you listen to that engine..." Forge? Was very, very impressed and kind of excited to see what Madison could do with this car.
MADISON: Madison chats easily about horsepower and crankshafts and pistons and manifolds, probably the most conversation Forge might have ever heard from him. The car's a safe spot, having carried him all the way to California so he's a lot more comfortable in such a familiar environment.
It's not that far, a couple blocks or so until there's an underground parking garage, Madison dutifully taking a ticket as explains the surface and base weight that iron has to be in order to get the least heat absorption though the engine.
FORGE: Forge is happy to listen, reclining back in the passenger seat, occasionally grunting in the right places, or asking detailed questions regarding lubrication systems, compression ratios and other engine related queries.
Once they are inside the carpark, Forge rubs his hands together in anticipation, and turns to his new friend, an eyebrow quirked up in curiosity, "The suspense is killing me, man." He hesitates, do they get out of the car, now? Tessa told him Maddison could do some pretty spectacular shit with inorganic material, but just how spectacular?
MADISON: Three whole levels before they find a spot that's out of immediate eyeshot and empty of parked cars. The car rumbles to a stop and Madison gets quiet, resting his hands on the steering wheel. This kind of display always makes him a little edgy, so there's one last check of all the mirrors and any possibly cameras before he gets out of the car. "Okay...," he says, spotting one security camera and quietly shutting it off from a distance. He takes a couple steps back from his car and gestures that Forge should do the same. "It... takes a bit- well. you'll see."
Deep breath, picturing it in his mind, slowly his car shakes, shudders then completely rearranges itself. The distinctive noise it missing, but soon parts of the car and pulled sharply apart and reassembled, steel crunching and stretching until one giant robot stands in the parking garage.
FORGE: Forge gets out of the car, mimicing the furtive glances of Madison, still not sure exactly what was coming next. The car park is well and truly deserted, save their echoing footsteps. When Madison speaks, Forge holds his breath, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets and watching the car.
And then the machine begins to move and change and shift, the transformation by no means fluid, but still containing an odd mechanical sort of grace that only a mechanic can really appreciate as beauty. Forge's mouth drops, and he takes a tentative step forward, "Madison." He breathes, "This is incredible. Can you--can it--what's its range of movement?" His mind is already working on how he can make one of these himself - and for the first time in his life he finds himself wishing he has someone else's powers (along with his own, of course.)
MADISON: Madison lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, Forge's facination for what he can do outweighing his own fears and doubts for a moment. Slowly, in a strangely little human movement, the car-robot lifts up an arm and shyly waves with a wiggle of fingers. Madison keeps his eyes on it alone as he talks. "I suppose it could really go anywhere. A lot of detractors think what ILM designed for the Transformers movies is ridiculous and over-complicated but, if you really look at the model sheets, how they move, you can really see how it all comes together, eh?" Bits and pieces, all separate, all moving together, the car-robot lowers its arm and moves its head a little, side to side, all fine motor movements.
FORGE: Forge is currently a healthy mixture of outrageously jealous and totally awestruck as the robot waves at him. He's sort of only half listening to Madison, too busy inspecting every moving part, categorizing its function and applying it to a model that could work without the use of Madison's powers. "Hm? Yeah, you're right...fuck the critics, they've got no idea what they're talking about." Everything from the exhaust pipe to the windscreen wipers are there and being used in some way. Pausing, he glances at Madison, asking politely "How much energy expenditure does this take on your part? Or doesn't it work like that?"
MADISON: Madison frowns just a little, letting the robot slowly take a step back and to the side, movements ginger enough not to thud against the concrete or leave a mark. "Energy expenditure?," he asks. "How do you mean?"
FORGE: "On you--in terms of your powers? I mean...this is huge-- How much of this pure mechanics and how much of it are you controlling with your powers? And does it take much out of you?" Forge is curious!
MADISON: Madison sweeps with a wide hand as he describes his vision. "It... fits. All of it. It took a lot of study, but..." Just for a moment, his voice gets kind of dreamy. "It's all there, I didn't have to force a thing, I just showed it where to go. Internal propulsion, I don't think he could move without me but the mechanics are solid. See?" He points out places in the ragged mess capped in smooth chrome and paint where all the tools to that propel the car in its normal state are tucked away like organs.
"Me? I don't do anything, really," Madison says in modesty.
FORGE: Forge nods, taking another step forward, head tilted to the side as his eyes run up the robot's legs, torso arms, head. The only thing missing is a functional AI system that would get it to move of its own accord. Then he grins, "This makes me want to see Transformers again." For the fourth time in one and a half weeks.
MADISON: From inside the car-robot, the radio turns on and the volume is lowered to play as background noise as Madison continues to tweak about the creation like an idle itch. "I've got the Director's Cut back at the hotel. Even found some original animatics from a guy I know in class," he notes distractedly. The car-robot swivels at its base until the metal would have to twist or strain to move further, then comes back to a center position. Robot aerobics.
FORGE: Enjoying the swivel of and swing of every tiny nut and bolt, Forge casts a brief sidelong glance toward Madison and grins. "I think you and I are gonna get on just fine." Gestures toward the robot, "Okay, let's see it walk and then how'sabout we split a carton and watch Transformers with my surround sound."