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What could possibly go wrong amirite
Characters: Hiro Hamada, Stork, & Tony Stark
Date: May the 4thbe with you
Location: Starting out in Central at the Hotel; moving to Metal Sector after that
Situation: Black Market shopping; situations of dubious legality; nerds getting in trouble, probably
Warnings/Rating: None at the present, will edit if needed.
Hiro loves his brother, really. And is concerned for him. He just doesn't know what to do with him right now. He feels guilty for lying, he misses his aunt even though he won't say it out loud, and it's all a lot of pressure and it's weird right now and he needs to get away and not deal with it for a little while.
So he's gonna go bother Stork instead.
He pokes his head in the Hotel's garage and, true to form, the Merb (but what is a Merb) is there hunched over some project or the other, apparently not having noticed him yet. Hiro really doesn't think about this; he skips into the garage unannounced, just about tripping over himself in the process, and pops up next to Stork's workbench with a grin on his face.
"Hey, hey, check this out."
Why is Hiro wearing gloves?
He claps his hands together, eliciting a sharp buzz, a shower of sparks and five points of bright blue light at the interior of the knuckles where they meet.
That's why.
Date: May the 4th
Location: Starting out in Central at the Hotel; moving to Metal Sector after that
Situation: Black Market shopping; situations of dubious legality; nerds getting in trouble, probably
Warnings/Rating: None at the present, will edit if needed.
Hiro loves his brother, really. And is concerned for him. He just doesn't know what to do with him right now. He feels guilty for lying, he misses his aunt even though he won't say it out loud, and it's all a lot of pressure and it's weird right now and he needs to get away and not deal with it for a little while.
So he's gonna go bother Stork instead.
He pokes his head in the Hotel's garage and, true to form, the Merb (but what is a Merb) is there hunched over some project or the other, apparently not having noticed him yet. Hiro really doesn't think about this; he skips into the garage unannounced, just about tripping over himself in the process, and pops up next to Stork's workbench with a grin on his face.
"Hey, hey, check this out."
Why is Hiro wearing gloves?
He claps his hands together, eliciting a sharp buzz, a shower of sparks and five points of bright blue light at the interior of the knuckles where they meet.
That's why.
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"Don't do that!!"
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He shuffles his feet, ducking his head apologetically, but still curious.
"You sure you're not a kangaroo? You could play basketball. They'd love you in the NBA."
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"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that. And I've played basketball." He lived with teenagers, after all, and they occasionally wanted something a little more involved than Berry Blitz while staying shipside. "I don't know what NBA stands for, though."
He perked up, looking at Hiro's gloves. "Those are new."
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Hiro grins and raises his hands, palms out, clicking thumb and forefinger nodes together to produce a smaller spark effect. "High-voltage stun gloves. Very effective for self-defense in a pinch." He raises an eyebrow. "Parts acquired special from the, uh...supplier I told you about before."
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Hiro's gloves were a welcome distraction though, and the pilot's ears perked right up as he examined them. "I like these," he said. "What kind of battery are you using for the charge? What type of current are they carrying. You could make it so they have short range as well as contact, too."
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"Not anything fancy," he says, shrugging casually but still grinning anyway. "I ripped the power supplies out of some kedan junk and wired them up to the electrodes, plus made sure they could charge off the electrical system the city already has in place. Theoretically the current's not more than a few hundred amperes, but - I don't have anything to measure that with."
He purses his lips. "Lightning fingers would be cool. Could shoot bolts out of your hands like some kinda crazy supervillain, that'd be cool." He spreads his hands out, and of course nothing happens because he hasn't rigged it for that yet, but the idea's there. He glances at Stork. "You like? I could show you where to get stuff to rig up your own. What with all the crazy muggings going on, it might not be a bad idea."
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The rest of the grouse dissolved into grumblings, but he went digging in his toolbox and pulled out a frequency scanner. It was used for crystals, but he tinkered with it for a couple of minutes and then passed it to Hiro.
"Here, try this for measuring the amperage," he said. "And don't worry, I can make my own defenses. I have the Condor rigged for safety."
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He clicks thumb and forefinger together again to measure the output, but he's only sort of paying half attention, his very small store of patience quickly running out. "Come on, dude, I keep dropping hints and you keep not taking them! You should go with me to this cool back-alley market they've got, I swear there's stuff there you won't find anywhere else." A beat. "Also, because I'm not technically supposed to go by myself."
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"You didn't say it was now."
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There's a pause, for a couple of seconds, before he adds hastily. "I ran out of some stuff I needed and I can't get it anywhere else and Callaghan's busy right now."
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that's totally the plan"Okay, okay. Let me get my bag..." One Stork has his messenger bag, he nods. "Lead the way... I guess."
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He finds a spot to set down the frequency scanner Stork loaned him and then sort of hop-skips out of the garage with the Merb in tow, babbling on about their destination. "So, when we get there, you gotta act casual - if you don't they'll try to rip you off for all you're worth. Give 'em the cool, level-headed act, like you're not that interested in anything they're selling. Be above it all. You get better deals that way -"
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"Whoa!" Tony fumbles for his notebook, just managing to snag it and the pencil before they both go tumbling to the floor. "Sorry, totally didn't see you. Hey, Stork. Where are you guys headed?"
The question is automatic, purely conversational in a and-where-are-you-off-to-in-such-a-hurry kind of way, but now that he's said it, he is actually curious where the two other engineers are going.
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"That's... we're... um."
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No mention of which market, or where it's located, at least not to current strangers, though as he dips slightly to one side and tilts his head to glance at the notebook, he has his suspicions; mainly because he only knows of two engineers staying in the hotel right now, one of which is conspicuously green, and the other is the elusive but much-talked-about Tony Stark.
Also, he'd like to divert attention from where they're going. "Whatcha workin' on?"
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He's not going to be distracted that easily, Hiro.
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"We're going to the market," he echoed Hiro with an emphatic nod, before looking interested and safely getting off topic. "Wait, sonic disruptors?"
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"The— hold on, are you going to the black market?"
Tony had been deeply suspicious of Keeliai's black market at first: at home, there'd been a brisk black market trade in stolen Stark tech, which had not exactly endeared him to the institution. But he'd eventually come to terms with the fact that Keeliai's black market was a necessary evil, and often a useful one. Especially because it was the best place to find foreigner stuff. If something got stolen from a foreigner, or something randomly appeared from another universe and was found by a kedan, the black market was where it was likely to end up.
Which is why, instead of trying to talk them out of it, Tony just asks "...Can I come?"
omg I lost this
Well, mostly safety in a well-placed booby trap, but he'd settled for numbers in lieu of those.
"I... guess so?" he hedged, glancing at Hiro.
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"Okay, fine. But you gotta be cool, and not tell anybody, and—" A beat. "And I wanna see one of those sonic disruptors, later. Deal?"
Hiro that was not supposed to be part of the deal but too late, already threw that in there. He's milking this one for what it's worth.
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Tony grins. "Cool." And, to Hiro specifically: "I'll show you the whole suit, if you want."
Hiro's other conditions are also acceptable: Tony has no reason to blab about the illicit field trip. (Though, if Cass corners him unexpectedly, all bets are off.)