[Closed] A meeting of cyborgs

[brokeyourarm]

Who: 18, Genos, and probably Krillin
What: 18's having some problems with the cybernetics in her arm, Genos might be able to help, thus to the dojo we go. Smol husband is probably going to be mad.
Where: Kame Dojo in Genessia City
When: Late June, near the evening.
Warnings: None

Why she had decided to trust this other cyborg, she had no idea, but he didn't seem to be in league with the ones that had tried to take her life a couple of months ago. So it was safe enough to assume that he was, in fact, a new arrival that just happened to have great timing. Either way, if he could figure out what the problem with her forearm was, all the better for her and the less she'd have to worry about it.

An annoyed noise bubbles from her throat as she paces outside of the dojo proper, hands shoved into the pockets of her skirt for the time being. She knew this was asking for trouble, asking him to come to the dojo like this. Knew that her husband would be around and probably figure out what was going on soon enough, but she was getting it fixed and handled, so there was no real reason for him to be upset. Right? Right.

Either way, the cyborg continued her pacing, boots clicking against the sidewalk in a detectable rhythm. Old habits died hard and it at least kept her mind primarily focused on the waiting aspect of things than the ways this could potentially go wrong.

Comments

[toaster_puppy]

Genos had no trouble finding the place, a few overly intense questions asked and he was on his way. He would have prefered to be there faster but it was far too crowded to be dashing around. Frustrating. He was here now and walking brisking towards the dojo, eyes fixed on 18. This was the second organic and mechanical oddity he'd come across in only two days. He wondered how many he would find while he was here.

"Eighteen?" he asked as soon as he was in hearing range.

[brokeyourarm]

Another perk to being able to fly, really, no one really said much about it at the time as well. It doesn't take her long to notice him coming right at her, immediately stopping her pacing to keep her gaze locked on him. An intense stare of her own sizing him up and taking down any important details she could make out of him.

At the sound of her name she perks up just a bit, expression softening into something far more neutral than anything else. "Genos, I take it? Come in, then." Without another word she slips her boots off easily enough at the doorway, padding into the dojo proper.

[toaster_puppy]

Without comment, he followed her inside, taking off his boots as well, and glanced around. It looked more modern than Bang's dojo. Here's hoping no one would try to rope him into learning pointless techniques while he was here.

"So your arm?" Genos wasn't one to waste much time on pleasantries.

[brokeyourarm]

Pointless is hardly what they dabble in in this place, but she's got no reason to actually talk about all of it for the time being. But she hums softly to herself before he questions her, pulling one of the folding chairs to the side from the others to sit.

"My arm, right. As I said before, I'm pretty sure I know what the cause might be as far as what's dealing with it. But it's a little more... difficult given the majority of my body is organic in nature still."

She sighs to herself, holding out her right arm and using her other to motion from her wrist up to her elbow on the inside. "I'm not entirely sure how to go about it as it's probably primarily cybernetics and I still do have skin, blood, muscle, and bone like a normal human would."

[toaster_puppy]

Genos was grateful for the metal chairs. Him and flimsy wooden chairs didn't get along so well.

"Can I?" He asked after he sat down, hand held out. Iris and pupil of both eyes were already covered in a feed of information as he looked down at the arm. He wasn't sure if he could feel much or pick up anything useful by looking it over but he could try. "The cybernetics are well integrated? Is anything purely metal?"

[brokeyourarm]

Wooden chairs were a pain to take care of and more expensive to replace, anyway, in her experience. And she wasn't about to spend money they didn't need to for something that she was going to end up breaking somehow, anyway.

"By all means." She keeps her arm held out, just trying to keep it relaxed mostly. It tended to be less likely to act up if she did so, which was a good thing for her, at least. She wasn't lying about it being primarily cybernetics along with something that wasn't quite all normal bone, but it seemed more to reinforce than to completely replace the organic nature of it. "As far as I'm aware they are, yes. I haven't had a problem with them until this point and, as much as I hate to say it about the bastard, he tended to know what he was doing in regards to this. Androids were his life's work, my brother and I were the first actual cyborgs he'd created, however. And no, nothing purely metal anymore." Which had really only... been the bomb in her chest way back when, but luckily that was gone for good.

[toaster_puppy]

It was fortunate that Genos had not brought a notebook with him, he was aching to take notes on what little he could see. What she said was even more interesting and he settled with trying to commit as much of this to memory as he could while also trying to find the source of the pain. With the technology of another world, how durable, or how powerful, might she be?

"Integrating organic tissue with robotics is very difficult," Genos commented as he carefully pressed along her forearm. These weren't the arms and hands best suited for delicate tasks but he'd have to make due... "How long has it been since you've had any maintenance or repair on your arm?"

[brokeyourarm]

In reality, he could just ask again when he did have some notes as she didn't particularly mind speaking about it to someone who might have some clue of what she'd been through instead of just for the sake of science or what-not.

"As I said, there's only really been two cyborgs and then the bio-android in my world, there was a reason for it." Unless you counted Gero himself, but brains in a jar weren't exactly the same thing in her experience. She watched him carefully as his hands pressed against her forearm, one point in particular, nearest her wrist causing her hand to curl into a fist, nails digging into her palm. Evidently not the normal reaction, given the soft hiss that came with it.

"Guess it was more my wrist than my actual arm, huh." For the moment she didn't answer his question, more trying to think of how to put it. "... Well. I haven't really had any, to be fair. The scientist that could rival the bastard took a look at what she could, but it was still more by the seat of our pants type of thing."