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The Drifter picked up his phone, the one landline that exists in the entire town most likely, can dialed out. "Here is to hoping Nova Labs isn't as snobby as I think they are. Got some genuine business to do with those folks..." He waited on the phone, bits and pieces of metal littered the space around him.

On the shelves behind him hung several pieces of hand-forged equipment. A frame of a gun that seemed entirely too large to be practical, another pistol sized weapon frame that has a barrel that is entirely too wide for any sort of pistol cartridge, and several pieces of armor that has slots and holes all over it.

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William, being his usual self, was just minding his business. Carrying on his day without much care. He strolled the H.E.R.O. One compound, taking in the fresh air the day offered. In his ear played some smooth jazz, and he held a mug of fresh chai tea in his right hand.

His smart watch beeped. Several times. A telltale sign of an alert sent by upper management.

"Ugh. Why. Why does things go to shit when I'm trying to have an relaxing day... And plants. Why plants? What are my powers going to do to things that feed off water? What? Am I going to boil them and make tea?...Ugh."

He mumbled to himself as he went into the garage and hopped in his company-issued vehicle. Not some gaudy form of transportation, just a plain sedan that was painted all black. "On second thought..." He thought to himself, pausing before starting the vehicle. "Let's have some fun with this..." His thought continued. He hopped back out of the car and ran towards a clearing in the compound. "Never thought to use it this way but lets try it..." He thought.

He focused his mind, and gathered two orbs of water in his hands. "Here goes nothing..." He thought as he shot the water out as hard as he could, propelling himself upwards and forwards. This is surely a foolish idea that he will probably regret very soon....
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Music that is currently playing in his shop

Metallic sounds could be heard. The soft roaring of fire and subtle hissing of red hot metal cooling also hummed in the background. The Drifter, busy as he ever was, was shuffling about, keeping himself busy.

He stood up straight, leaning back slightly. "Gotta keep workin'. Gotta survive." He muttered to himself. "People are getting too strong out there. What ever next? Heroes that can create black holes? Man. That would be a nightmare." He continued.

Looking down, he nodded to himself a few times before picking up his mallet and hitting whatever he was working on a few times. "Gotta acquire some tech. Maybe I can talk to Nova Labs and see what they have for sale for ol'Drifter." He reached down with a gloved hand and a pair of metallurgy tongs and picked up a shell that looked like a chest armor and stuck it back into his blast furnace to heat it back up again.


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During a moment of downtime, Ryan reached for his phone and sent out a text message.

-"Well. No. I've just had to rethink some things. Some...life things. And to be fair, I didn't get a close look of your scales, if you catch my drift. We'll talk later. Enjoy your day."-

Tucking his phone away, he paid some attention to the interaction between Joel and Siobahn. Of course, he doesn't know their backstory but does that really matter? They're clearly an item and for some reason, that makes him yearn for something similar. Ryan tried to offer to help but it seems like Siobahn has everything under control.

Again, this isn't his kitchen. He should definitely just back off for once and let the owners of the place to run it as they wished. Something he isn't really familiar with.

Taking a sip from his room temperature beer, Ryan leaned back on his chair, pondering the question Siobahn posed to him. "What is going on in my life. I don't really know I suppose." Pausing a moment to glance at the pair. "I mean. I feel like I'm hitting a block in regards to my restaurant. I'm finding myself losing inspiration. That is why my restaurant has been shuttered for a while now. I feel like I can't cook, or perform, to my usual standard and I refuse to serve substandard food." Pausing once again, Ryan drew in a deep breath. "Though, I suppose that wasn't what you were asking about. I think you're asking about the message exchange between us recently." He said, giving Joel a small head tilt to signify that he was talking about himself and Joel. "So. That. I don't know. I've known the woman for all of what? A few months? I was ready to take on the responsibility of helping her raise her unborn child. That isn't even mine to begin with. Call it lust, call it foolishness, call it whatever you'd like. I just.. I don't know. Why did you tell me to get the hell out of dodge, in the matter you did? Do you two have stories of Vika that you can share with me?" He said, taking a small sip from his bear.
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Music that is currently playing in his shop

There he is. His shop was closed, for now. He was alone. The furnaces lit with only their pilot flames and the refinery forge ran completely cold.

The man known as The Drifter stood alone in his shop, accompanied by only the soft hum of the music and the metallic klinking of coins into a bucket. He stood behind his counter, flipping coin after coin with his right thumb and index finger into a bucket approximately three feet away from him.

On his right hip, a well-worn leather holster carried his personal revolver. The grip looked weathered, but well cared for. The cylinder showed small nicks and scratches but is currently quite clean. Most of the barrel was tucked into the holster but the parts that can be see shone with a sort of dull, gunmetal, shine.

The news hummed softly on the radio as well. Reports are coming in about the going-ons in the city at current. "Bunch-o fuckin' ornery plants messin with people. I'm sure those heros are all running in there, guns blazin' and thinking that they're kickin ass. They're just same plants, guys. Relax..." He said, in a sort of short, rant-y, monologue type of way.

"Those plants are just like myself. Just tryin' to survive..." He said as he walked over to throw some fresh coal in his furnaces and his forge, starting the process to lighting them up and starting his day's work.








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