Sarpedon

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen didn't get why the man suddenly started spouting crap about what he made his money from. He didn't really care all that much. The guy had decent prices, and didn't seem to be an asshole, so he would probably see more business from the cyborg, but where he made his money from was his own concern. He chuckled when Eve insisted she wasn't too violent or crazy, and he kept his dissenting opinion to himself. Then the robot and the robotic specialist had a bit of a chat, the owner of the store asking all kinds of questions, and Eve doing her best to answer them, but ultimately being unhelpful. Then the man asked for a closer look at his robot, and Jurgen chuckled when she refused. If she hadn't, he likely would have. Either way, the guy wasn't getting close to his android, not for a while yet. There needed to be some trust between them before he was allowed to go rooting through the only thing between Jurgen and poverty.

And then he also had the nerve to demand that the pay be good if he were to become their mechanic. The cyborg was polite enough to keep the words he wanted to say entirely to himself, but he was quite sure he'd be saying them later if this guy insisted on negotiating like that when they needed some of his assistance. But that was all cleared from his mind when it came time to pay up. Four hundred credits was a good deal. The man handed over his money, and gathered up everything that he had paid for. Jurgen decided that this place wasn't so bad, and gave the man a nod as he headed out. Whether Eve was coming with him or not was up to her, he supposed. And it wasn't like she was helpless. Armed with her new knife, he was not at all worried about her. If she couldn't save herself at this point, he probably wouldn't be much help.

Next up, he supposed, was to find a quiet place to load up, that also had 'net access. Thankfully, there was a nice run-down building just down the block. Jurgen led the way and took a seat on the ragged, nearly-destroyed couch he found there. He started loading the magazines for his new gun while he waited for Eve to show up. When she got there, he'd get her to plug into the 'net port and see if she couldn't find them a lead on the man they were supposed to ice...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

((how about carbon steel? Carbon V is an excellent knife material. If you insist on something weird, Tungsten Carbide is also decent, it's heavy and hard, and not so prone to rusting... And rocket launchers don't shoot grenades. They launch rockets. Hence the name.))

Jurgen shook his head and chuckled when the man asked about Eve. "Yeah, don't do that, she gets pissed. And when she gets pissed, anything could happen. She'll rip your arm out of its socket and beat you to death with it." that wasn't quite true. Or he hoped it wasn't, but it got the point across. "Eve was built by a whack-job with too much time on his hands. The bastard decided to test her out on me, so now she's my sidekick. Apart from being a little crazy due to her inventor, she's pretty cool to have around." the cyborg gave the owner a brief rundown of the situation so he'd have some context.

"As for talking, you're better off talking to her about her, or like I said, she gets pissed. And really, that's all up to her. So you go ahead if you're cool with it, Eve, and if you don't want to, that's cool to." Jurgen wouldn't mind a discount, but he wasn't going to make his robot do anything. It just seemed like a bad idea. At the same time, the insane discount they would get sounded really nice. The guy was already selling ammunition at ridiculous prices, though, so he supposed it didn't matter too much. The way he talked about the stuff explained that, though. Jurgen wasn't a gun-guy, he didn't know everything about guns, but he knew enough to tell this guy probably knew less. And that was fine with him, since that seemed to make everything cheaper than expected.

And with prices down, he considered spending more. And then realized what an insanely bad idea that was. The cyborg pulled himself together and then pulled out his wallet. He'd pay for the stuff now, and then he wouldn't be able to justify further purchases. Even if Eve wanted to stick around and deal with this guy, he wouldn't have to worry about buying more of anything. He had what he needed, and buying more would just piss away his whole betting base. Jurgen reminded himself that he could piss away all the money he liked once he was rich. Until then, he needed to play things a little safer...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

((he's got a bunch of emotional issues going on. His dad died, and he hasn't had time to grieve properly, so he's all screwed up in the head, and makes problems out of lots of things. plus, titanium is kinda turrible as far as knife materials go.))

Jurgen frowned at the robot. Apparently the owner hadn't fitted it for dealing with transactions, and yet the man was willing to just up and leave his shop for a bit. Finally he did show up, but the cyborg didn't realize it right away. The guy looked nothing like he expected. Jurgen had been expecting a big man, with some cybernetics. He would be a little out of shape, but not so much that he couldn't kill anyone he needed to. But not this guy. He was tiny, and looked like he might get snapped in half if the wind blew too hard. The cyborg had to take a minute to realize that this guy was serious, he was in charge, and wanted to sell them some things. Then, to make a point, he demonstrated the security measures he had in place. Nodding appreciatively, the cyborg began to place his order, once the man was finished his spiel.

"I'll take one of those Arasaka LBP-12's, with a suppressor and two boxes of plus-"p"-plus hollow-points." he requested. That was a decent sale for this guy, and while he wasn't looking forward to spending so much money, it would be worth it if he stuck with this bounty-hunting thing. Hell, even if he didn't, a nice, quiet, concealable handgun would always be nice to have. The owner seemed pleased, but Jurgen spotted the look in his eye that he had been dreading. So he cut the man off before anything else got sold. "I did my research, that's what I want. Unless you've got a sale I don't know about, I don't want your other stuff. My android is picking out a knife, and that will be all for today." he said. He used his most polite tone, but he was also firm. He couldn't wind up spending more money, not right now. He needed as much of it as possible to build up a decent base from which to bet. Unfortunately, he couldn't take his money elsewhere if this guy did try to sell him more things, since this was the only store he knew about. But he decided he would have to take his money elsewhere if the guy tried to sell him the display models. He didn't want something that had been on display, he wanted a new one, fresh out of the box. But he was pretty sure that went without saying. Who only had one unit of anything in inventory anyway?

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen sighed when Eve insisted she just wanted a knife. He didn't give a fuck what she wanted, he was trying to be nice, he didn't need lip from her. Female robots... he thought with as much exasperation as he could manage. But then it didn't matter, it was time to do some shopping. The place wasn't exactly large, as Eve had observed, in once inside, the cyborg was relieved to discover that there weren't any pushy salespeople. The next thing to catch his eye was the racks of guns. Those looked promising. Surely he could find something in there that would do. He spotted the enhancements bay as well, but that didn't interest him. A robot greeted them once they were in the door, and Jurgen gave it a nod, before doing just as it suggested, and browsing the armaments.

His android had already bee-lined to the edged weapons, leaving him to sort through the racks of guns. They weren't even locked. Obviously this place had some hefty security installed out of sight. And on top of that, there were no magazines to be found. Or any ammunition for that matter. He supposed that made things pretty safe. Regardless, the cyborg still knew enough to safety check the guns he looked at. There were a few that were half-decent, and a couple that he liked. But the guns he really wanted, he knew would be nearly impossible to conceal. The very nice shotguns for sale were also way out of his price-range. He didn't need to see a price to know that. Then, after some deliberating, the man decided. "Hey, robot, where do you keep prices?" he asked, approaching the android that was watching over the store. He didn't see the doctor-guy it had mentioned, but this thing probably did almost all the transactions anyway.

And then, before he could start rhyming off the things he wanted prices for, the cyborg spotted the weapons accessories. Jurgen had to check those out too, just in case. Such things could easily sway his decision, since he wanted this to be a discreet execution. Getting in the news was not his goal, nor would it ever be. So he looked over the case of various attachable doo-dads, and then went back and checked the gun selection again, before making up his mind. He didn't take anything up to the counter, though, figuring they would have much nicer inventory in the back, still in its boxes and everything. The last thing he wanted was the display models, that everyone and their grimy robo-dogs had handled. "You got a register here? Where do I order things?" Jurgen asked. He had the money to pay, but he didn't know where the transactions went down. The place was cluttered enough with various odds and ends, that there could be a terminal literally anyway, hiding behind a box or a pile of parts...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen gave Eve a look. She rambled on about running away, and how she totally could, but wasn't going to and then some bullshit about wanting her own bed. He wanted to smack her, but he knew that would only hurt him. Maybe he was reading her tone wrong, but that robot sounded pretty passive-aggressive to him. He did his best to shrug it off, though, not wanting to deal with that sort of thing at the moment. And, just to mess with him, Eve went right back to being helpful, figuring out what she needed to access the 'net for him. That was good, then. They just needed some firepower, and then they could go take on their bounty. And if everything went well, they'd make all kinds of money soon.

So the pair of them headed off to the store. Jurgen led the way with his directions, but spent the whole trip wondering if it wouldn't be easier to get his robot to lead. Just about all of them had some kind of mapping software to let them navigate better, so she probably had a better idea of the area than he did. That being said, he was in charge, and he wanted to lead by example. So he stuck with it, leading them blindly toward the shop. On the way, his android started asking about weapons of her own. "Are you asking me to buy you a knife, or are you asking permission?" the cyborg asked in reply. "Because I'm cool with you getting a knife, hell, buy yourself a couple rocket launchers or whatever. You can have as much firepower as you want, I just probably can't afford the amount of firepower you want." then he shrugged and kept talking, "But I'm feeling hopeful, and I know you're short on cash because I stiffed you because you're a robot, so I'll buy you one weapon. Any weapon you want, as long as it doesn't cost more than the amount of money that I currently have. Unfortunately, I don't know how much that is..." he chuckled and shook his head.

And then, quite suddenly, they were there. "Oh, fuck. That was quick..." Jurgen observed, checking his chronometer. It didn't seem to be as far away as he thought, which was nice. Then he headed inside, wondering if he was going to have to deal with salespeople. It wouldn't be hard to up-sell him, since he really wanted something effective. As much as he wanted something cheap, the fact was, in the weaponry industry, you always got what you payed for...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen flipped off the blank screen. That man was crazy. And also kind of an asshole. He grumbled to himself, and then shrugged when Eve made a statement about how helpful the man had been. And then, before he could ask, she told him what the governing laws were. That was nice. He smiled appreciatively at her promptness. "That sounds pretty reasonable. It would really suck if you ran off..." he mused. "Good to know you're going to stick around..." he nodded to himself as he got up off the couch, supposing he should get ready to go out. The android seemed to sense that too, as she asked if the plan would be the same. "You got it." the cyborg agreed. "Let's go make some money." Jurgen didn't sound too enthusiastic, but money was money, so he wasn't going to argue.

Not wanting to waste more time, the man grabbed what he figured he would need to get the job done, and then put his boots on, "You have access to the 'Net right?" he asked his robot, hoping the answer was a yes. If she could get on there, he wouldn't need to stop somewhere and jack into a terminal to try and find the guy they were supposed to whack. That would make this job a lot easier. A lot easier, in fact. So much easier, that Eve would probably get irritated at all the time he'd have her spending hooked up to the 'Net. He'd save that for later, though, right now he was focused on the directions he'd been given. He needed to find this place and get himself a gun. But what kind of gun did he want? That was another important question. He'd need to know something like that, as the last thing he needed was a pushy salesman getting in his face. The cyborg figured he could manage though, and made sure Eve was good to go before heading out the door...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen listened carefully as Professor Nova spoke. The guy seemed like a crazy motherfucker. Apparently this was all just science to him. And he clearly lacked all the right morals too. He was the perfect scientist. Just crazy enough to try anything, and unethical enough to enjoy watching the results. Apparently Eve was a battle droid, so the plan to get her into the arena was playing right into his science-y hands. The professor claimed that the android could be turned into a housewife, but Jurgen wouldn't believe that even if he managed it. The robot was too independent, and too blood-thirsty to be a capable housewife.

Then Eve chimed in with a question of her own. This guy was not only crazy, but had access to either unlimited money, or unlimited resources, and likely both, considering his answer. And that only raised more questions for Jurgen. "What two basic laws are those?" he asked quickly, wanting to know what was governing Eve's actions. Maybe then he could get inside her head and trick her into doing things. Or maybe the trick was just to order her to do things. The cyborg didn't know how to feel about all that. He was still trying to get over all the weird crap that had just happened. He could cope with it, sure, but he was going to need some time to realize that this wasn't all some elaborate hoax to mess with his head. "And can you be more specific about the tech you used?" he added as an afterthought. The more he could get out of this guy, the better, he figured. Knowledge was power, and in the land of the illiterate, Jurgen was hoping to jump up a few rungs...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen waited curiously. Eve did her thing, trying to bring up the file, but apparently it was more than just a file. She hooked up to the television, and after a moment someone appeared there. The cyborg was a bit shocked. Apparently it was a lot more than a file, it was some kind of remote access code, allowing him to video chat with whoever happened to own the other end of the line. Jurgen assumed it was the creator of the robot, but he wasn't sure. The screen was currently showing him some kind of laboratory, or something. It was dark, though so it was hard to tell. Then a voice could be heard. It sounded like an older gentleman, but he couldn't be sure.

Unfortunately, whoever it was, they stayed in the shadows, so they were mostly just a silhouette. The person at the other end of the line referred to Jurgen as "Test Subject One." he frowned. He was just a test subject? This was bullshit. "Who are you? Why'd you do this? Why me?" he asked immediately, almost demanding answers. If this guy wanted to do a question and answer period with the guy whose life he was messing with, he was going to have to answer the tough questions. And if he wouldn't answer, then there was no point in talking. The man was obviously an excellent hacker, or at the very least he had built a remote channel to access Eve himself. Either way, he knew his way around software just as much as hardware. He was not to be messed with, obviously, but Jurgen wasn't worried about that, he was more worried about how the hell he was going to deal with this guy. If talking to the loon who invented Eve was going to be a regular thing, he'd either go crazy, or get crazy smart. But ideally, such a situation wouldn't arise at all...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen wasn't too concerned when Eve wasn't around. He figured she was out for a smoke, and would get back whenever. So en enjoyed his breakfast, eating slowly, and staring at the directions that Gerald had given him. Today was going to be an interesting day. And then his android returned, just as he was finishing up his breakfast. She announced that she was back, and he smiled, "Welcome back." he said, wondering where she had been. It didn't matter much, though, he supposed. He crammed the last of his breakfast into his mouth and got up to deal with the dishes while the robot spoke.

Apparently she had some fancy mysterious file from her creator that could only be opened in his presence, that was kinda cool, but also pretty creepy at the same time. Whoever was on the other end of that line could ruin everything at the drop of a hat. The cyborg dealt with his dishes and then nodded when Eve asked if she should open the file now. "Yeah, why not? Crack it open and let's see what this is all about." he plopped down on the couch and stared at his robot while she did the thing, looking very interesting, and more than a little nervous. What the hell was going to happen? Was she going to turn into a crazy murder-bot and rip his arms off and beat him to death with them? Was she going to stop being so realistic and act a bit more like a robot for once? Did her creator just leave them a message? He had no idea, but ideally, finding out would be safe and entertaining...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen was interrupted on his way to his room. Eve wanted the key to get out the back door. He sighed and nodded, "It's three, eight, two, five, six, three, three." he told her quietly, "And remember to lock it when you come back in." that was the main part. If you didn't lock it when you came back in, what was the point? Then he headed to bed. It didn't take him long to actually get ready, since all he wanted was to sleep. And the cyborg did just that the moment his head hit the pillow. A deep and dreamless sleep welcomed him warmly, and he slept better than he had in a long time. His worries were taken care of, at least the major ones. He had new worries, but they weren't as bad as worrying about getting kicked out of his home imminently, and then getting shanked to death over a scrap of whatever he might manage to scavenge. So he slept very well, and thanks to the fact that he had nothing to do the next day, and no need to go rushing out to try and find money, Jurgen also slept rather late. It wasn't until ten o'clock that he was actually getting out of bed. He smiled to himself as he got dressed.

Even with all the weirdness, things were getting better, he figured. Maybe things would be weird for a while, but they'd get better, or he'd get over it. And then it would all be good. Starting the day with a positive attitude was a good sign. Jurgen made sure he had everything he needed from his room, and then headed to the kitchen. This was a full day to just relax, he didn't want to spend it rushing back to his room to grab something he forgot. And then, as if waiting for the topic of memory to come up, his thoughts drifted to the contract he had signed. He hadn't even really read it. The cyborg grumbled as he got himself breakfast. His rest day was turning into a day to go buy a gun and see if he could ice a random serial killer. So much for starting things off on a positive note. Jurgen took his food and went to sit on the couch, wondering how Eve's night had been...