chesterfield Them's Good Huntin'

[Purple Eagle 1,228]

@Houndy Poochykins

The afternoon sun shines bright over Chesterfield as a certain woman walks around Chesterfield in search of some good tea. A number of her friends from Raptor Island (Cassie and Daichi, specifically) had chosen this location as a sort of home-away-from-home, finding it much like the Nexus in many ways. After some bounty-hunting and the money from this, one had set up a weaponsmithing shop and the other had taken to bounty-hunting. Dr. Tanaka - Svetlana as she's known to most- on the other hand, sets up shop beside Daichi as a cybernetics specialist. Any one who needed cyborg parts, replacements or repairs could come to her and get serviced, for a fee.

With a 'closed' sign on the door of her shop, Svetlana feels free to tour this area a bit more, greeting any new friends she'd made during her short time here. The Polish-Japanese woman is essentially a gynoid covered in skin lined in Cyberpunk-like circuit seams. She's wearing a blue sleeveless dress today, under a white labcoat. Her hair is tied up in a topknot, and her electronic heterochromic eyes roam the area as she walks.

And that's when she notices it: the bounty board, on which certain bounties have been pinned. One of them catches her eye: a 'Wanted Dead' bounty for some guy called 'Ichi the Demon'. This calls for calling Cassie, but the more of the guy's crimes she reads, the more she feels like taking it on herself.

And so she stands there, trying to decide. Just in case, she sends the poster image to Cassie.

Edited January 12 by Purple Eagle

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It would be at that moment, an electronic click sounded. A phone had taken a picture of a few of the bounties. Namely the biggest reward on here. She would scroll them, and then put the phone away. She had an expensive brand of cigarette between her lips. angled shades covered her normally ice blue eyes. Sometimes it was because she didn't want them wandering noticeably, sometimes it was because they were bloodshot and hungover. Sometimes it was both. This time in particular, she just hadn't sept much, and wanted them covered from the sun. She really needed to get a car. Or a bike, or... or something. Something that didn't need too much upkeep and moved faster. A good little bike seemed the best choice. But for that she needed money, which she had. She had taken a loan out in New Everrun, built a club with 5000 ounces of rhodium., and had 5000 more to burn. Serious play money, to acquire most any new toy she wanted. She also had her sword and guns on her. Since she planned on killing something today... probably anyone fool enough to call this... Ichi, a friend. 

[Purple Eagle 1,228]

Svetlana turns to look at the woman beside her as she snaps away at the bounty board. Her eyes drift to the comically large sword strapped to the back of the other lady, and it's all she can do to keep from shaking her head. She'll never get used to how some people can wield off-balance weapons like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"Going for Ichi's head too, oneesan?" She asks, turning back to face the board. A reasonable guess, considering his bounty's the most expensive one on the board, followed by Mr B's and Blood Professor's. "I hope you do not mind company." She adds, her sword materializing in her hand. It's a well-made katana with a dark violet hilt, a weapon she's affectionately named 'Kurenai-hime'.

Since Cassie's on her way back from a courier job at the moment, or so she said in the reply message she just sent to Svetlana, it just might fall to the cyborg woman to go hunting.

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Dia didn't pay much mind as the woman spoke. Until she said that line about company. "Kinda do actually" Dia said, as she walked. "I work alone..." She added, as she continued to walk. She really needed something to drive, to get around easier. She was further away from her little HQ than she wanted to be. Her home and shop was all the way in New Everrun. 

 

She would stop at a crossroad, and look at her phone. She was clearly texting someone on the fancy thing. Or maybe a nice car. A nice hotrod. A fancy one. A really fancy one... She would stop and light a cigarette back up, before inhaling. 

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Svetlana walks alongside the younger woman with the comically large sword, a small smile on her lips. "Coincidentally, so do I. Working alone, that is." If they're both going for the same bounty, they'll have to share the take. While Svetlana doesn't mind sharing, it means there'll be less for her and Daichi to split for their shared shop space.

Dia obviously wants to be left alone. As anti-social as Karasu, Svetlana thinks. No, even more so, this one won't be warming up to her anytime soon.

She'd be content to leave Dia be and go her own way, but she's curious about the weapons the girl has on her, particularly that sword. "May I ask about that sword, oneesan? The one on your back that makes you look like Cloud Strife?" Her heterochromic electronic eyes study the weapon as she smiles at her own otaku joke. "My friend runs a weapon shop, and he can assist you with any repairs, if necessary."

 

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"glad we're on the same page then" Dia said. The girl was a bit too friendly, Dia could be friendly when she wanted something out of someone. But not if she'd already been a bitch to them like now. It felt even more insincere. Like comparing being nice to someone you'd heard bad things about, versus being nice to someone you'd just been mean to. 

 

"What about the sword?" She asked. "A weapon shop? Does he deal with the super natural, demonic, evil, and otherwise unholy?" She asked. As the sword made a light hum, Dia would turn and bang it on something, causing it to stop. "Does he make weaponry?" She asked. 

 

 

 

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Supernatural, she can get, but 'demonic, evil and unholy'? Svetlana's eyes narrow a little as she wonders just what use this woman has for such things. Another glance at the sword, and she puts two-and-two together. "A demon hunter, then?" Like Dante!

Wait, is the sword humming? It stopped when this lady hit it on something. Perhaps the sword is alive, brimming with such energies? "Fascinating." She says, not just of the sword, but of the demon hunting. "My friend is a weaponsmith, yes. Though he specializes in katanas, he also has an array of weapons for purchase. They do conduct spiritual energy, so perhaps that is to your liking? At any rate, oneesan, I can take you to him so you can speak with him yourself."

She gives the blue-eyed young lady another once-over. "If you wish to be more like Nero and gain a cybernetic arm, I can help on that front."

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"You could call me a demon hunter I guess..." She said. "That would imply any of them are smart enough to run away though..." She lit another cigarette. Dia would check her phone. "Alright... I got a few minutes" She said. "Where's your friends place?" she asked. "Is it worth a visit?" she added. Then she made a comment about a cybernetic arm. "Yeah no... im good..." She said. "I like flesh stayin where it is on me" she added. Putting her phone away she'd follow the woman. "As long as it can handle what I'm gonna put it through, It'll be good." she shrugged. "How fars this place exactly?" she asked. "I still need to find a place to get a ride." she added.

 

Edited January 15 by Houndy Poochykins

[Purple Eagle 1,228]

It seems Svetlana was right about the demon hunter part, and she seems rather excited once that is confirmed. It's a subdued sort of excitement, for she is not the sort to just wantonly express outward giddiness. It's unbecoming, for one such as her who carries herself with the air of nobility. "If it was not worth a visit, would I have brought it up?" She simply responds to Dia wondering out loud whether or not to visit the place.

When the offer of a cybernetic arm is turned down, she nods. "That is too bad, indeed, but I understand why. My skill at being a cyberneticist lends itself to weapon creation, however, so I could help you enhance my friend's weapons with technology." She leads the way, pointing down the street when asked about distance.

"Not too far from here, oneesan... might I inquire as to your name?" She finally asks as she leads Dia down the street, turning a corner. They'll arrive at the location next post, but she points it out now: a one-story building with a neon sign in the background, letters written in Common/English, Japanese and Polish. The sign reads: "Tanaka's Smithy"

Edited Sunday at 12:04 AM by Purple Eagle

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"Because humans say a lot of things. Most of it not worth saying in the first place" She said as she lit up another cigarette. As they walked Dia kept mostly quiet, it wasn't until she asked her name, Dia responed. "Dia..." She said. "Just, Dia." She added. "As long as your friends weapons kill shit, and don't die when I kill shit, they'll be fine." She said. "But he gets brownie points for anything supernatural or otherwise not of our world... love that shit" She said. Tanka's Smithy the sign read... Dia hadn't heard of the place, but her sword and guns were absolutely very custom. So, she couldn't attest to someone who made weapons more than once a millennia. It also had to be.... beefy. She'd commission a well priced custom job if she had to... but not until she had some specifics. "Thats the place huh?" she asked ash she walked right in. "Ay yo, Tanaka" She said loudly. "Your friend her says you make weapons, good stuff, this the right place?" she asked him, should he be present. 

[Purple Eagle 1,228]

While Svetlana agrees with Dia's words, she can't help but purse her lips a little bit. It does come off as a bit insulting to assume that the person you speak with is the sort to talk tactlessly. A master of social situations, Dia obviously is not. She doesn't miss Dia's use of the word 'humans', however, which implies she isn't one. "I take it you are not a human? I find that to be true for everyone, regardless of race, though you can be rest assured that I and Daichi-kun are the sort to choose our words carefully." Something Dia herself could stand to learn.

"I am Dr Svetlana Tanaka, 'Just Dia-san'." The Polish-Japanese cyborg introduces herself in turn. She nods when Dia asks her question, and walks in behind the unbeknownst-to-her succubus. Ignoring her crass shout, she walks past Dia towards the area where Daichi currently is sitting. After a short conversation in Japanese, she points towards Dia. "She requires weapons, Daichi-kun."

The place is a huge space divided in two by a reinforced glass wall. One side is Daichi's, and looks like a futuristic smithy, with weapons on display and the tools to make them to perfection. The other end, which Svetlana walks into, looks more like a cyberneticist's workshop, with parts for making and upgrading cybertech, as well as a workstation for building and repairing tech weapons.

The young man gets up and bows to Dia in greeting. "Howdy Dia, this sure is the right place. I am Daichi Tanaka. Hime-chan - er, I mean Dr Tanaka - has told me ya need some weapons? What can I do you for, then?" He asks in a friendly manner, seemingly studying her despite his blindness.

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She followed her into the shop, and look around, waiting for the weapon smith to come out. As Svetlana explained that she and Daichi are the types to word things carefully, Dia looks around "Reassuring..." she said. "Worry less about choosing them carefully, and more about using words at all, I'm not into talkin' much." She said as she saw the smith get up. The shop was impressive at least; she could do with a shop of her own. She did have quite a bit of money left over from her recent dealings. She places a hand on her hip as this 'Daichi-kun' comes out to talk. "Sup" Dia said, changing her posture only slightly. She removed her sunglasses, her ice blue eyes scanning more of the room in turn. 

"She's right, But this'll be the... i dunno lost count" She shrugged. "Impenetrable, dense, magical or unholy in some fashion, reliable, no techno stuff, just an evil as shit sharp blade" She said, listing off these features on her fingers. "Don't worry about the weight, not a big issue" she said as she hoisted the large sword up, and setting the fifty pound beast down with a loud clunk. "But it needs to be smaller than this... lets say make it... a decent ten to fifteen percent smaller?" she pondered. "And I Stress..." She began to explain, putting her own sword back. "It. needs. to be unholy as shit... I'll give you a demons soul to stuff in it if you need one" she said as she explained. 

"Elephant in the room. Perfectly legit question, how you gonna do this?" she crossed her arms. "Sure you hear it all the time" she added. She then looked at Svetlana and asked "You make guns too?".

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Svetlana pointedly ignores Dia's less-than-polite attempt to tell her to 'shut up' as she walks towards Daichi and has her conversation with him. That done, she walks to her workshop and activates the automatic glass frost setting, making it harder to see into her space... but not quickly enough that Dia won't get to see her weapon workbench.

Daichi studies her some more as she speaks and generally acts like she owns the place. In some ways, this lady reminds him of someone he knows all too well, that someone being Cass. Only thing is, Cass is loud and boisterous, while this Dia seems quieter... but the energy is still there.

From what he understands of her request, she's asking for a huge hunk of metal in the vague shape of a sword, that can store evil spiritual energy? He can do that, but it's a shame: surrounded by perfectly good katanas, and she requests for a bludgeon. 'Oh my stars... kids today', he thinks, even though he's younger than she is. "Gotcha. I assume ya can pay for it? Won't be cheap, especially considerin' all that metal needed to make it big enough for ya. In addition, it'll require a special type of metal that can channel spiritual energy, including the unholy sort." Obtaining more is easy enough, but the amount needed to make this sword... compensation is required. "I'll need that demon soul, but you gotta wait till it's almost done." He adds in his southern drawl.

He pauses for a moment, able to sense the spiritual energy inside her current sword. "Pull it out for a moment, why don't ya? The demon soul, I mean. Mah senses pick up spiritual energy."

Svetlana is away from the room. If she can hear, she makes no indication that she did, but Daichi picks up on it. "She, ah, makes energy weapons for her own personal use. I do declare, ya don't seem like the kinda girl who has much use for energy weapons, unless they shoot demon energy that is."