Sarpedon

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen rushed home, eager to actually relax. He was feeling a bit better once he actually got home, but the stress, confusion, and excitement of the day had exhausted him. The cyborg knew he'd have to let Eve in, though, so he didn't go to bed. Instead he got himself a snack and a drink, and sat down, turning on the television. There was nothing good on, so he turned it off again, and just enjoyed his snack in silence. Once he was done, he got up and tried tidying up the place. It wasn't a disaster, but it could probably use a picking up. Then he decided that he would have time to do it tomorrow, and Jurgen laid down on the couch to relax. There was still nothing on the television, but he left it on for background noise as he relaxed, wondering what the hell was happening with his life. And what was up with the guy who had sent this android to him for testing? If nothing else, that person had delayed the inevitable, so the cyborg was grateful, but what could they want in return? If it was just a review or some bug reports or whatever that would be cool, but what if they wanted more? What if he had to pay them back for the robot? Some of her internals were worth millions. If they showed up soon, he'd be a dead man. Even if they let him take out a loan or something, creditors weren't the sort of people he wanted to deal with.

He shuddered, but before his mind could get any further down that road, Jurgen was startled from his thoughts by the doorbell. He got up, turned off the television, and grabbed his knife. He had recognized Eve's voice, but that didn't mean much. He opened the door and waved his robot in, looking tense, obviously worried someone was going to try and get in or something. He relaxed pretty quickly once the coast was clear, though. And having had some time alone with his disturbing thoughts, the man was feeling a lot better. "Welcome home, Eve." he said, putting his knife away and locking the apartment up for the night.

"I dunno if you do the whole sleeping thing, or if you're just gunna be up all night watching television. But if you do wanna sleep, or just lay down, or whatever, the couch folds out. My room's at the end of the hall on the left if you need me. I think I'm going to hit it." he said. The cyborg wasn't up for any more interacting right now. If Eve wanted to talk about things, she would have to wait until the next day. Or he supposed she could talk anyway. It wasn't like he could stop her. That made Jurgen sigh. He really had zero control over that android. She was a very accomplished fighter, designed to kick ass, and probably pretty good at chewing bubblegum. She could do literally whatever she wanted, and only an incredibly advanced security-bot could stop her. Or possibly a well-equipped hacker, but those didn't seem to exist. Not down here at least. It was then that he decided it would just be easier to pretend she was a person. She was supposed to be a robot, but she didn't act like one. Aside from lacking in experience, she could probably pass for a human as long as she wasn't punching straight through people, or tossing around guys twice her size like they were scarves. So person it was. If anyone asked, she could be his roommate. And on that note, Jurgen closed the door behind him. He sighed again once it whooshed closed, wondering how many times he had sighed in the past month. It was getting to be a thing with him, and he wasn't sure he liked it...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen sighed when Eve said that it wasn't his job to give them everything. The man was getting paid to get them to possibly die, he could fucking help them out at least. The cyborg did his best not to flip out at that. He did manage to give them directions, though, which was nice. Jurgen scooped those up and stowed them safely in his pockets. He didn't need any enhancements, so he hoped that the place sold half-decent guns. If it didn't he was going to be rather upset, since he wasn't going to strangle this guy, and cutting him up would be ridiculously messy. He supposed he could just give up, right? Someone else would eventually complete the contract, and then he'd be out of a job, and this hack could just deal with it.

Of course, Eve decided the place was great. Jurgen wasn't so sure, but then he supposed that could just be because he was grumpy. Why he was grumpy, he didn't know, but he certainly felt it. The bartender really wasn't doing it for him, and he decided that he was going to go home. His android would be fine, and if she wasn't, he supposed he could try out his new career alone. But then Eve said she was ready to go? What kind of night out was this? It was barely dark out and she was calling it quits. Confused, frustrated, and grumpy, the cyborg grumbled to himself as he signed the contract and snatched up the ID tags. He stuffed those in his pocket, finished his drink, and headed for the door. He needed some alone time, he decided. Some time, all by himself, to try and sort out why he was angry in the first place. It was probably just having to deal with people, and putting up with Eve. He wasn't used to dealing with intelligent robots, it was weird, and he didn't know how to treat her. With that stressing him out, and dealing with Gerald, he supposed "relaxed" was not a state he was headed for. Some real relaxing would probably do him good right about now, he just had to get home first...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen sighed. He was pretty sure he wanted the gig, but apparently he was going to have to get his own piece. He frowned to himself for a while, and signaled for another drink as he thought. "Aight, let's say I want the gig, where the hell do I get a piece around here? Do you sell 'em? I've never seen a place that sells weapons in my life." that wasn't quite true, but the cyborg wasn't going out of his way. He'd rather just stick with his relatively safe gig of getting Eve fights. As much as he wanted more money, if he was going to take a dangerous job, suiting up for it had to be easy. If Gerald didn't want to make this easy, he could take his contract and shove it somewhere.

"I'm all about the money here, Gerald, and Eve likes fighting. This gig might be a perfect fit, but if you're not going to help us get into the industry, we're not going to bust our asses to get ourselves killed. If you want your commission, why not give us a hand, eh?" Jurgen figured he would spell it out for the man, since he had been kind enough to offer. "What do you think, Eve, does that sound fair?" he asked his android, figuring her support might sway the bartender, since he seemed so enthralled by advanced robotics. She might even be able to convince the guy to help pay for a gun so that Jurgen could kill the target properly instead of having to punch the poor guy to death or something...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen listened patiently while the barkeeper explained how bounty hunting worked. He and Eve would go out and kill a man who had been murdering people, bring back proof, and get paid. They lost ten percent to "The Man" and walked away with the rest in credit. He nodded, looking thoughtful. Eve was kind enough to distract the man while the cyborg thought, and after a moment he decided to give it a try. "You said The Man only takes ten percent. But then you said I only get two grand for this guy's head. You have trouble with numbers, or are you taking twenty percent from me?" he asked, "Because for twenty-two-fifty and a piece, my friend and I will go whack that poor bastard and come back for more."

The cyborg was almost positive that this guy got some kind of signing bonus for getting them hooked on a contract. He was also pretty damn sure he didn't want to kill anyone. While he was a tough guy, raised in an unpleasant place, straight-up murdering someone just seemed bad. Then again, two grand was a lot of money, and he could always use more money. Ideally, they'd have the money before Eve's next fight. Another two grand to put on their betting slip would mean a lot more in winnings. And since money was the goal here, Jurgen didn't know how to say no. He did understand an unfair fight, though, and even with Eve on his side, he wasn't going to walk into something without a decent leveler. If this guy was jacking implants, being a cyborg wouldn't help much. He'd definitely want a proper weapon for himself, since Eve couldn't be expected to do everything.

Jurgen just hoped this guy wasn't the negotiating type. He'd come here to relax, not look for work, if he got hauled into a negotiation, the already-irritated cyborg was going to leave. So, just in case, he finished his drink off quickly, hoping the bartender could just bring up the contract and hand him a gun and they could go back to relaxing. If not, well, home was as good a place as any to relax...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

"I do all kinds of things without knowing a damn thing. That's how I wound up with a robot that smokes and loves fighting people." Jurgen retorted. This guy was an interesting character, raging one minute and cheerfully curious the next. Then, of course, Eve got upset for being ignored. That shocked the barkeeper, who then complimented Eve's brain chip. "You haven't seen what she can do yet." he offered, "I doubt she'd walk away from me, and I doubt even more than anything less than an army could rip the brain chip out of her. The two million someone might make from it wouldn't pay off half of what they'd spend to get it." That might have been a bit of an overstatement, but hyping Eve was what they were all about, right?

Of course, Eve was still upset she was being ignored. She calmed down before Jurgen really had to get involved, though, and the three of them headed over to the bar, where they got free drinks as compensation for their difficulties. Gerald asked if they were looking for work as bounty hunters, and Jurgen shrugged. "It's nice to meet you, Gerald. My name's Jurgen. Eve here just wants to fight people, and I am looking to make a fair bit of money as quickly as possible. If you know about a bounty she can fight, that's worth a fair bit, lay it on us." he figured that would be a good start. If bounty hunting was all the holo-networks cracked it up to be, they could make a fair bit off of a single score. It was just a matter of getting that one score. Not a whole lot of people were worth a whole lot of money, at least not to the justice system. And most of the people that were worth a lot, were too dangerous to both with. "For now, we're getting into the pro fighting scene." He added as Eve started smoking. He shifted his chair away from the android just a little, making his displeasure with her habit obvious.

"We've got a couple of fights scheduled, and we're hoping to make a fair bit when we win." the cyborg explained, silently picking out a rum, and a cola to mix it with. "That being said, money is money, and the rent doesn't pay itself. If you know how to make more, I'm all ears." the cyborg figured that a bounty hunting job could go pretty well. Maybe they could nab some bureaucrat for tax evasion or something, and make some fat stacks turning him in. Or, with some planning, they could just knock over a rich neighborhood and pawn whatever they wound up with. That wouldn't pay as well, but like he had said, the rent didn't pay itself, and while it was paid for a while, he still needed to eat, and there would doubtless be emergency expenses. Money would need to be spent, so the more he had, the better...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

Jurgen didn't really lead the way this time. This wasn't his outing, so he mostly let Eve take charge. Since he wasn't up on the whole android-bar scene, the robot was left to do the searching on her own, asking several people directions after they arrived back in the commercial block. It took a bit, and the cyborg was beginning to think that they were going to get into some serious trouble, when another android was finally kind enough to point the pair in the right direction. The android claimed that not just anyone was allowed in. So of course there was no bouncer by the front door. Jurgen didn't see any sign of security measures, and the two of them got in no problem. Then he realized why the place didn't have security. It didn't need it. The place was packed with regulars, that much was obvious, and the man behind the bar was all they needed to keep the place orderly.

He was a hulk of a man, for certain, but it was unclear whether he was like this because of his upgrades, or because he was naturally giant. Either way, his muscles were impressive, and the punch he threw at Jurgen's head likely would have killed him. Thankfully, Eve was kind enough to deflect the blow, and also make it look effortless. And now apparently the two were not unwelcome. The cyborg raised an eyebrow. "So you were just about ready to punch my face out through my ass, but now it's all good because Eve's actually an android? The fuck is wrong with you, man? As for who built her, I don't see why it matters, since she isn't for sale, and I'm not making you one either, not after that welcome." he said just enough to make it sound like he built Eve, but didn't actually clarify who built her. Hopefully she'd be kind enough not to point out that he had admitted to finding her in his living room.

But more important than any of that, was how confused the cyborg was. This giant bartender had crossed the bar in half a dozen steps and tried to smash his head in without any warning, but finding out that Eve was not just some woman, but an android, suddenly made their presence okay. "So is this some members-only club, or what? I don't get it. You wanna answer some questions, bud?" Jurgen wasn't sure he wanted to stick around, and if the bartender called him "boy" again, he was just going to leave, answers be damned. If Eve wanted to stick around, that was her problem, he had better things to do on a night of relaxing. Things like, actually relaxing instead of going into strange bars and nearly dying, save for the grace of a surprise, mystery robot. That wasn't the kind of luck that Jurgen ever wanted to rely on, and home was sounding better by the second...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

((yes, well, those mind-y problems are the worst.))

Jurgen looked up when Eve returned. He was pleased with the progress he had managed on her introduction to the big leagues, and he shared his accomplishments with her when she asked. Obviously it wasn't much, but it was more than they'd had before she went out for a smoke. The cyborg then got up and got himself a snack to enjoy while relaxing. Mostly just to have something to do while he did nothing. But all that time doing nothing seemed to go by pretty quickly. Soon enough it was approximately dinner time. Considering they had the next couple of days to do whatever, Jurgen figured they didn't have to be too specific about meal times. At the same time, he did want to eat something before he went out with his robot to check out bars and whatnot. That was going to be weird, he was sure.

So, while the android munched on her twinkie flakes, the cyborg put together a quick meal. He figured he would do up a bunch of casseroles and things the next day, and then he could just reheat his meals for the next month or so. For now, though, he'd have to actually make something. He did his usual thing and just picked out a few things he wanted to eat, and then kind of mashed them together, in a figurative sense, to create a grouping of food on a plate that one might be capable of calling a meal. Then he sat down on the couch to eat it. It was all right, he decided when he was finished. After all, it had been a collection of things he liked. They didn't go together very well, which was a shame, but it was good enough, Jurgen figured.

And then, of course, Eve wanted to go out and find a bar. It was kind of early for that, but the cyborg didn't have any way to justify not going. So he got ready to go with only a little reluctance, wondering what weird crap he was going to get into tonight. He shrugged when his robot asked if he was ready to go. "I guess so. Fuck. I dunno, you lead the way, I'm just tagging along." he said, shaking his head, "This is going to be interesting..." he added as they stepped out the door. Then he locked it behind them before the pair headed out. They had to walk, of course, so they set off once again, toward the market area of the part of the junkyard they lived in. On the way, Jurgen wondered how bad of an idea this was going to be. The likelihood of being attacked on their way home was very high, all things considered. And if Eve was capable of getting drunk, that sounded bad. So he decided he wouldn't start drinking until he was positive that his companion wasn't capable of getting hammered and blacking out. If that could happen, well, he'd have to get them home somehow. For now he was just left to worry about things...

Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

"We have to get to the pro circuit first." Jurgen reminded Eve. He liked her confidence, but one could not simply step into the ring and decide they were going pro. They would have to keep going to fights, and hope they could find someone willing to get them into the ring on a pay-per-view event. Maybe they could find someone at the up-coming fight. That would be nice, a rapid breakthrough could have them raking in money. If Eve managed to remain an unknown fighter capable of serious upsets, the rewards would be huge. A slower introduction to the pro circuit would mean they would have to rely on prize money, and that sounded like a bad idea.

The cyborg shrugged when his robot went on about weird things about her memory. It didn't sound like a prior activation to him, it sounded like she was just a bit crazy. So he promptly forgot about it and just tried to relax, wondering what the hell he was going to do. This robot was essentially a woman, and women could be so hard to deal with sometimes. This one didn't seem to be an exception. And that was disappointing. He supposed he could deal with it, though. She was paying all the bills, so he figured it would be okay if she wanted to be crazy when she wasn't on the clock. While she put her pants on, Jurgen figured he would see about getting them a fight.

He found his phone, and called up a couple of different fighting venues, looking for a pay-per-view match to get in on. The first place didn't have any openings, but said they could swing something if he wanted to pay, but the point was to make money, not spend it, so he declined. The second place had an opening, but weren't sure they wanted to fill it with a new fighter. They promised to call back if they couldn't get anyone else. And then, by coincidence, rather than memory, Jurgen called the place that had been advertising on television. The man who answered the phone sounded kind of frantic, as the cyborg asked about getting a spot in the match. The moment the question was out of his mouth, though, the man on the other end of the line seemed to calm right down. Obviously there were some issues on his end of things, but it seemed like filling that slot made everything better. Now Eve had at least one fight, and an opportunity to make more money. Someday, he hoped money wouldn't be an issue. But until then, he'd just have to hope that Eve didn't get broken, or decide to quit...

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Cyberpunk RP (Sanquin / Tomahawk)

"Why do you keep trying to make other people money? I thought you were my android? What the hell?" Jurgen asked when Eve asked if she could tell guys to bet on her. "I get that you're a pro fighter and you wanna have fans and stuff, but we need to take advantage of your underdog status while we can, and make as much money as we can. Once your odds go down, we stop making so much money." he explained. Then he sighed. "What am I saying. You're practically alive. Fuck... Do whatever the hell you want, I guess. I couldn't stop you if I tried." the cyborg didn't like that Eve was so powerful and also rather willful. That combination was going to get someone in trouble, and that someone was going to be him, because androids were just things, not people.

"A bar? What's your name, Bender?" he asked with a laugh. "What would a robot even do at a bar?" he added, figuring she probably would not get that reference, considering how old the show was and how new she was. If they starting going out and doing things regularly, he was going to run out of money really quickly. And drinking probably wasn't something he wanted to start doing. Then again, one celebration couldn't hurt, right? "Fuck it, we'll go to a bar." he decided after a moment. He could at least keep an eye on Eve, and make sure the two of them stayed out of trouble. And hopefully they wouldn't be broke in the morning.

Then the robot turned on the history channel. Jurgen took a seat to see what was on, and pretty quickly things started to get weird. "I don't know anything about you, other than what you've told me. I suppose someone might have reused your memory unit or something. Do you have flashes? Are their images? Is it like deja vu, or something else?" it was always possible to accidentally transfer memories. If the hard drive wasn't properly formatted, anything buried in it could get pulled back up by certain triggers, but only if it didn't get overwritten first. Or, maybe she was just crazy. Robots with complex programming could have tiny bugs in the code, or even create them themselves, and then go crazy. Such things were hard to fix, and often quickly became untreatable, hopefully that was not the case...