Jul 02 19:34:25 <DarnellJermaine>	-This belongs to the Knords-
Jul 02 19:37:35 <DarnellJermaine>	Markus is wearing his standard outfit- obscure punk band t-shirt, black leather pants- all 5'2" and scrawny build of him walk into the commons- he stands still for a moment, surveying the area. Very faint whirring noises can be heard emanating from his mechanical hand (left hand). Yesterday was a long day, and now he wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do.
Jul 02 19:43:42 <Knave>	"Very interesting." The voice has a slight German ring to it, the end of the word interesting hiding a 'k' sound. Its source is a head poking around at Markus from behind a couch-back, and the boy it belongs to rises with the sound of a book snapping shut. Initially the young man, in a dishevelled-looking old-fashioned suit, appears to be a few inches shorter than Markus, before it becomes apparently that he's walking practically hunched. His eyes, concealed by mirrored goggles, appear to be focused on Markus' left hand, "Transhumanism in our lifetime." The boy, his vibrant orange hair tied back in a ponytail that seems fit to burst, scurries towards Markus, moving his hands towards the implant, "May I?"
Jul 02 19:45:45 <DarnellJermaine>	Markus seems startled for a moment at the strange appearance of the boy- but quickly a smile appears on his face. It's a creepy looking smile, but the intention is innocent. He gently extends his left arm- showing the hand in all it's glory. It's nothing hi-tech or crazy fancy, looking to be scrapped together via wires, spare metal, and a few gears here and there. "I uh, made this myself. I do a bit of tinkering here and there" he looks up (or rather, slightly down) at the boy, noticing his goggles- "I like the goggles by the way, they look cool"
Jul 02 19:49:02 <Knave>	"A man after my own heart..." Emmett says, peering at the hand, taking it in his own gloved fingers to examine it, then says "Danke." offhandedly at the compliment. "Very personal, pure mechanism, I wonder, the nature of your control over the appendage." He glances to Markus' right, then refocuses on the hand, "Sinister." He pauses on the word, then shakes his head, "Insignificant, I think, yes. The question is dexterity."
Jul 02 19:49:02 <Knave>	Emmett straightens up, hands moving fluidly behind his back. Stood straight, he is about the same height as Markus, and gives a small smile, only the front teeth showing.
Jul 02 19:52:20 <DarnellJermaine>	"Bitte" Markus replies almost without thinking- he's not fluent in German or anything, but hanging out with Elly enough must've rubbed a bit off on him. He flexes the fingers around on his metal hand- letting them convulse and move unnaturally- before settling them back down to normal. "So I take it you're a man who can appreciate machines as well?" he says, maintaining his slightly off-putting smile.
Jul 02 19:57:44 <Knave>	"I am a student of many sciences and arts." Emmett says vaguely, watching the movement of the metal fingers, "I am most curious to know by what means you operate your implant. Is it a matter of pure mechanics, your muscles turning the gears, as it were? Or, by some artifice, are there remains of your own systems hidden within the device? Integrated." He turns his head back to Markus' face, the frizzy cloud of his ponytail trailing back over his shoulder, "I trust the means are not purely anomalous - unless it is your left hand that brings you here."
Jul 02 19:58:30 <DarnellJermaine>	Markus laughs, brushing back his long hair out of his eyes with his normal hand. "No no- I
Jul 02 19:59:39 <DarnellJermaine>	"No no, I'm here for differen't reasons, I have voice powers and stuff. The hand is, well, rather recent. It got uh... burned off" and that's all he'll mention on how his hand ended up that way, "So I uh, looked up some stuff about prosthetics online and built it out of scrap metal and wires- wires connect to the nerves and take their place- modified to read my electrical impulses and whatnot. There was a uh, chance I may have paralyzed my entire arm but- it went well"
Jul 02 20:04:05 <Knave>	"What is art without risk?" Emmett breathes with a hint of approval, the smile jerking up further only at the corners. He looks off to one side, "I have long pondered the specifics of transhumanism - how best to manifest it. Shapes..." He trails off, "Apologies, I find I have neglected to ask your name. You must think me terribly rude."
Jul 02 20:42:18 <DarnellJermaine>	Markus lights up at that, "Oh- my bad dude, umm, Markus. Markus Singer. Pleasure to meet you" he pulls back his mechanical hand and offers his real one for a handshake. "And you must be..."
Jul 02 20:46:02 <Knave>	Emmett grasps Markus' right in his own, the fine glove smooth against skin. "Emmett Walter Montgomery Percival Epstein." Proud, Bavarian German fills the name, in contrast to Emmett's lightly accented speaking voice. "I must be, for I can be no-one else, and would not wish to. Perhaps you will sit with me, Mr Singer?" Emmett extends a hand towards the couch he'd been parked on.
Jul 02 20:49:25 <DarnellJermaine>	Markus smiles back at him- damn that's quite a long name- pulling his hand back from the silky smooth glove, returning it to his side once more. He nods, "Yeah, sounds good du- uh, I mean, Sir Emmett Wyatt... shit" he laughs quietly, "Sorry, I'm terrible with names. I can write it down, if you'd like" he takes a seat on the couch and reaches into his backpack, producing a well worn leather-bound journal and a fancy looking pen.
Jul 02 20:52:52 <Knave>	"Just 'Emmett' will serve, Mr Singer." He smiles rattily as he sits down beside Markus, "But if you are interested for posterity's sake, my middle names are Walter, Montgomery, and Percival. Uncles of my mother. And I myself hold no title." He leans back in the couch, but gives only the appearance of unfolding, rather than relaxing.
Jul 02 20:55:04 <DarnellJermaine>	Markus nods, dutifully writing down the name- as well as a few notes about the man, before closing his journal and packing it back up. "So- I told you about my voice powers and stuff. If I may ask- why are you here, Emmett?"
Jul 02 20:59:26 <Knave>	Emmett smiles a little grin, bordering on wicked. "I have already told you. I am a man of science. Do not think me an egotist when I tell you that I am truly gifted, for I am merely speaking plainly. My understanding of the world, it is... advanced. I have come here to learn more of the world so new to many of us, that of..." His smile becomes smug, contemptuous, "Fairy tales, if you'll forgive the term. Magic. A second science."
Jul 02 21:01:51 <DarnellJermaine>	Markus's eyes widen- magic? Well, not that he hadn't seen some stuff that would count as magic in his book by now but... "You're telling me you have magic down to a /science/?" he asks in a hushed voice- face full of awe and admiration. "That's- that's amazing! Do you think you could maybe um, teach me?"
Jul 02 21:06:11 <Knave>	"I hope to." Emmett waves a dismissive hand, "But it can be no difficulty. All things must follow natural laws, there can be nothing truly supernatural. Magic, no matter how bedazzling, must merely be science by another name. One of the many things I hope to prove in my time here." He looks off at the wall, eyes unreadable beneath the goggles, "I suppose I could take you on as an assistant, but I wouldn't like to make any false promises as to the current depth of my knowledge. My interests in magic, as yet, are purely speculative. Investigative."
Jul 02 21:08:09 <DarnellJermaine>	Markus nods his head- completely enthralled by his words. Magic- magic and science. Magic and...machinery? He looks down at his hands, wiggling the fingers a bit before letting the hand rest on his knee. He was already training under Kir in physical strength- so if Emmett trained his smarts and Celeste his emotions... the complete trifecta. "I would be more than happy to be your assistant- I can do anything you need me to- just ask"
Jul 02 21:12:41 <Knave>	"Marvellous." Emmett takes his time rolling out the word, "I can see by your handiwork that you are skilled. Resourceful. I have no doubt that anything I should need to acquire for my practical experiments, you could... lay hand to." Emmett lifts his goggles to his forehead, revealing his dark brown eyes and bushy brows in the same orange as his hair, "I am sure that ours will be a fruitful relationship, Markus."
Jul 02 21:14:50 <DarnellJermaine>	Markus puts his hand out once more, "Let's seal the deal then, Emmett" he's got a big smile on his face- eyes wide with anticipation. This was just the kind of partnership he was looking for- maybe Emmett could even help him with his /new/ project in return.
Jul 02 21:18:07 <Knave>	Emmett takes the hand and shakes firmly, but a little stiffly. Emmett's own smile is still the same, small, ratty one, barely reaching his eyes. "Very well." He says with a satisfied tone.
Jul 02 21:21:23 <DarnellJermaine>	Markus pulls back his hand and searches around in his pocket with his fingers to fish out his phone, which he holds out in front of him. "What's your phone number, Emmett? I'll shoot ya a text later and we can see about when our partnership can start!"
Jul 02 21:24:09 <Knave>	Emmett rattles off the numbers as if reading them from a page, then repeats himself, slower. He seems slightly fidgety in his silence while he waits for Markus to take the number down.
Jul 02 21:26:14 <DarnellJermaine>	Markus finishes entering it- Emmett is the name for now- he'll look back in his journal later and put down the full name. He quickly taps out a text, <Hey, Markus here!>
Jul 02 21:29:08 <Knave>	Emmett vibrates gently, then pulls from his coat pocket a monstrosity that must once have been a phone. Or possibly phones. He thumbs at the thing briefly and Markus receives, in return, <Greetings.> "We are in compact, then." He puts the device away in his pocket again.
Jul 02 21:30:27 <DarnellJermaine>	"Compact?" Was that an in-joke inventors and scientists had or something? Did he mean to say contact? Markus just played along with him- trying to act in the know, "Yeah, compact me any time!"
Jul 02 21:34:12 <Knave>	Emmett made an effort to keep his face straight. Markus had talent. And he was willing. He was useful. Vocabulary could be taught. "As you wish, my friend."
Jul 02 21:38:51 <DarnellJermaine>	As Markus starts to slip his phone back into his pocket- he catches the time. Ah shit, he had to go see Elly again. He quickly stood up- looking a lot antsier that before. "Sorry Emmett- I gotta go. Text me soon though, alright?"
Jul 02 21:44:48 <Knave>	"Very well." Emmett nods to Markus, lowering his goggles, "I will certainly be in contact, Mr Singer."
Jul 02 21:45:26 <DarnellJermaine>	-scene invented-