Tinkering with Toys [Open!]

[rhaxma]

Considering what is said about Corvistowneians, it is of no surprise that more than one person is shocked by the apparently steady condition of Cog's home. Cog himself, though only a Club, was a meticulous personality. Everyday things were straightened, gears organized, nuts and bolts polished, and any small repairs made on the mechanical arm that replaced his tail. He also liked to think of himself as an enigma. Working in the little area in front of his home was his favorite pastime. So many others passing by were fascinated by his work. And of course, Cog was always in the business of finding others who perhaps would like to replace some flesh with mechanics.

Today Cog was outside working, sitting back on the mechanical arm that had replaced his tail, which freed his feet from having to stand on the hard pavement. In his hands he held the figure of a small mechinical feline, commissioned by an upper rank as a plaything for his children. Despite being a six, a decent sort of rank, the eight that had commissioned him had treated him no better than a Lowlander Club. It annoyed him greatly that he, a great mechanic, had been relegated to make a toy today instead of continuing to improve his mechanical arm. It was below his skill! He fumed inside wondering why he had been fool enough to take this piece of work. It didn't even pay half as well as most things that were brought to his attention. Repair of music makers, electrical lines...though those tasks could be mundane, they did pay better.

As he muttered to himself, bright blue eyes sharp against his black and yellow fur, he twirled a small metal pin into the mechanical feline's body. It would be a wind-up toy meant to hop when it reached the end of the wire that would release after the child (or whoever had it) let go of the reel. The small metal pin slipped and Cog uttered a loud curse as the leg detached itself from the feline and went skittering across the road. Enraged, he shook the toy, and several springs went flying into the others walking past him.

Annoyed, Cog grunted and slammed the toy on the table in front of him. He couldn't even make a damned cat. How was he supposed to find someone to work on if he couldn't even make a feline toy?

[Shinigami]

[ooc: *incoherant noises* Maxwell must molest you now. He's working on making magical/mechanical dolls much like the Slithy Toves and Mome Raths. *grins*]



A paw caught up the leg that had gone flying, the owner of said paw looking down at the leg with studious purple eyes. While he was no Corvistownian - evident not only by the purple with the black, but also by the white "wing" markings, not to mention the fuzzy pink handcuffs and tail...piercing - he still spent a remarkable amount of time in the area. He was unusual for someone from Torquehelm, bright and cheerful, ready for adventure, and perfectly happy to be out of his dreary home region as often as possible. Usually his adventures took him to Corvistowne for...well, for people like this.

Carefully heading over to the black-and-yellow chipmunk, he offered the leg back with a bright, cheerful smile on his face, bangs swaying over his eyes. "There's a chip in the pin," he informed the other, though he made sure to avoid the pompous, "know-it-all" tone of voice that he heard far too often from his children. They were currently off bothering their father and half-siblings. "Though that might have come from the crash, ye ken?" His voice was touched with just a hint of an odd accent, which was his usual tone unless he was getting deep into technical specifications. Then his accent disappeared entirely, replaced with an almost mechanical precision.

A bag was slung onto his back, and if Cog were to look closely enough, he might catch a glimpse of some tools that resembled his own, as well as a few partially-assembled...toys?

[rhaxma]

[OOC: You're kidding XD And I thought I was being original...shows me to do something before reading other RPs...Molest at will! *grins*]

Cog raised an eyebrow at the oddly pierced persona. Who was this and who was he to tell Cog what was chipped? His brilliant blue eyes cool, he carefully took the leg from the stranger, revealing paws that were thick but nimble, surprisingly devoid of callouses despite his line of work. His hands were his tools for the most part. Of course there were others but his hands were indesposable. Cog was completely dependent on them. Needless to say, extra hands were always useful, hence the replacement of his tail.

Examining the pin with sharp eyes, he noticed the spoken of pin and pulled it out, making sure to organize all the pieces that came apart with it onto the table in front of him. Still sitting back on his mechanical arm he rolled the pin over in his paws, examining it. He couldn't help but frown a bit. The pin had been whole when it had gone flying from his hand. It had been sold to him as top quality but the chip in it revealed that the pin had merely been covered in over metals to hide the fact that the center of it was cheap and brittle.

Despite the finding, he grinned at the stranger, his face suddenly transformed, "Ah think yah might 'ave saved me ah bit ah money. They covered this here pin wit' spendy metals tah hide the fact it was cheap. When ah have time, awl have tah teech them a lesson when ah have the time."

"Mah name's Cog," he placed the pin down and took a cursory look over the handsomely marked stranger. Interesting piercings, the catching grin...he promised to be interesting company or perhaps an interesting experiment. Cog was an opportunist. Either way would be fine enough for him.

"Looks like yar in an interestin' line o' work," he said with a slow grin.

[OOC: His accent is a mix of Southern/Okie...but if it gets a bit hard to understand, lemme know!]

[Shinigami]

Maxwell's roguish grin didn't diminish in the slightest as he nodded, though it twisted up into a bit of a rueful expression for a moment when Cog explained the situation. "I tend t' get most of my peices right from the maker, an' I've trusted the maker for years. O'course, half the time I make my own peices if it's possible, so that might be a good reason for trust, ye ken?" He chuffed a bit in laughter, tail-chain jingling. So he didn't have much trust for a lot of manufacturers. Of course, he did have to rely on them for some very specific pieces, but mostly he could get things from his friend. "Maybe I can get you in touch with him, so that you don't have to deal with things like this. It'll certainly save you a few bills when they break like that!"

"The name's Maxwell," he finally replied, tossing his head a bit so that his bangs politely removed themselves from his eyes. "And..." But before he could go on, there was a blank, almost dreamy voice coming from behind him, approaching the pair of mechanics.

"Did you know that there's a mechanical arm in place of your tail?"



Helen drifted up toward her mother and the Corvistownian, her traditionally detatched expression fixed upon her muzzle. Her star manacles jingled as per usual, though they didn't hinder her movement all that much; not with the slow, graceful stride that she'd adopted. It made her look very much like some sort of psychic, playing up the drama for all it was worth, except for the fact that she wasn't really playing. She was just...being herself.

Maxwell smiled fondly at his daughter, bringing her closer with a loving paw so that Cog could see her better. He didn't even blink at her comment to the Corvistownian, as he was sure that the other mechanic had probably heard worse. "This is my daughter, Helen. Well, one of my daughters. I'm not sure where the other's gotten to, much less my sons..." His voice trailed off into muttering for a few seconds as he debated the fates of his kitten-fawns. Fittens? Kawns? Whatever. Then he turned his attention back to Cog.

"And yeah, I like fiddling with stuff. The grin showed no sign of leaving any time soon.

[ooc: ...sorry! *headdesk*]

[Shinigami]

[ooc: I'm going to officially close this thread now, because it's pretty darn dead.]