Re: Briar's Apartment; Reece and Briar
Well you really had me annoyed there, I have to say." She snapped back before she could think better of it, not that she would have been nicer given more time. Worried was the goal, and it was nice to see she hadn't lost her touch in intimidating those who were bigger than her or looking off her rocker.
Really, people in her line of work were sometimes more suspicious if their pyrotechnics person seemed too sane as opposed to the opposite. They had an image in their head of someone who lived in a sparking cave like house with wires everywhere and vials of dangerous chemicals with goggles who muttered to themselves and had no social skills. Sometimes she was happy to oblige that cliche, "Whatever helps you sleep at night kid."
No wonder Cat kept him around. Not only was he adorable but he got so flustered, her old colleague probably played him like a fiddle with hardly a thought. She would be laughing were she not so caught up in his eye and arm, still following him incrementally when he leaned away from her. Myoelectric, of course it was, an advancement that made her want to get into prosthetics herself at one point, hell she still considered it. Maybe in another few years when she remade herself to fit a mortal lifespan.
"Why not? It would make aiming easier." It was said offhandedly as she went back and forth from peering into his eye to pressing into his joints on his arm, a little past manhandling now, "I've thought about replacing all my limbs with ones like these but better." She refrained, though not by much, in reaching out with her other senses to see what all he could do with them. Maybe when he was more distracted, "Thought it might negate my blood though."
Briar muttered as she dropped his limb, looking like it physically pained her to not play with it some more. Cat wouldn't like it if she dismembered her minion, or installed so many upgrades he wouldn't need to listen to anyone anymore, "Let me grab Cat's new toys before I forget, but you know I don't think you're taking advantage of those."
Briar kept her living space in a state of organized chaos. Name any tool, any scrap or any part and she could tell you where it was located in a heart beat. Nothing was stacked precariously, different contraptions of various sorts types were in a range of states between completely gutted to frankensteined together across the furniture so at least there was no tripping hazard. There were modern looking bits and bobs, shinning, blinking or whirring with gleaming motherboards and expensive cpus beside old pocket watches with small vials of different colored liquids.
"Don't touch anything." She ordered sharply as she made her way past the main table to her smaller metal work table with a large magnifying glass for precise work, "Or look too hard, might hurt your eye." Briar gave him a shark's grin, there were more things here than could easily be counted that should not work. They should fall apart, they should spark and melt upon use, unstable, brittle or already fell into shards.
But of course, they didn't which is why she didn't usually have to look for business so much as wait for it to find her.