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Post by Tinker on Oct 22, 2023 23:10:36 GMT -5
After his visit to Namek, it was nice to get back to what he was used to.
He sat in the middle of his shop/home, music playing through his headphones. Around him were various other electronics and machines in various states of disrepair, with countless screws and assorted pieces of machinery strewn haphazardly on any vaguely flat surface. Before him, he carefully poked and prodded the interior of a Scouter with a screwdriver alongside various other tools he didn't care to recall the names of.
Technically, Tinker probably didn't own this place in any official manner. It was simply an abandoned shop in some corner of Lux that he took for himself shortly after his arrival. No one cared enough to take it from him before, and no one really cared that he took it in the first place. By now, he'd been here for long enough that he basically owned it, and, rather importantly, he was actually strong enough to protect it now. Sure, some could take it from him, but he was fairly confident that 99% of people couldn't. A step up from the unconfident 70% he figured it was before, though whether that was an optimistic or pessimistic view of his past self, he didn't know. He probably wouldn't have been confident enough to try.
Didn't matter now, though.
'General repairs and modifications for anything mechanical. Also willing to do other work. Call ahead or ask inside for proper details.' Was written at the door in haphazard handwriting that was mostly legible to anyone who cared to look. While the rooms he lived in could generously be considered a mess, the desk at the entrance was at least somewhat presentable, since most customers would actually see that. It was simple, a bit run-down and not particularly elegant, but it was functional. On the front desk sat a few basic electronics that a lot of people would care about, namely scouters and capsules. Both were obviously beaten up and costed less, but considering he salvaged them from trash heaps to put back together, he felt they were in pretty good condition. At least they worked now.
An alarm sat at the door, telling whenever someone showed up. It'd be a simple warning buzzer that was loud enough to ensure he would hear it. Nothing too loud or obnoxious, but enough to get his attention. The visitors had been pretty sparse lately, but that was fine. That left more time to do stuff on his own.
Admittedly, basic stuff like this was kinda boring, but Tinker didn't really hate boring. Dislike at worst. Boring didn't get him hurt or dead, after all. That said, his patience for boredom seemed to be waning lately. Maybe he should get out again soon and actually do something. He didn't want to waste the strength he'd trained so long for, though that didn't feel like the real reason.
Well, he could think about all that later, when it maybe mattered.
He sat in the middle of his shop/home, music playing through his headphones. Around him were various other electronics and machines in various states of disrepair, with countless screws and assorted pieces of machinery strewn haphazardly on any vaguely flat surface. Before him, he carefully poked and prodded the interior of a Scouter with a screwdriver alongside various other tools he didn't care to recall the names of.
Technically, Tinker probably didn't own this place in any official manner. It was simply an abandoned shop in some corner of Lux that he took for himself shortly after his arrival. No one cared enough to take it from him before, and no one really cared that he took it in the first place. By now, he'd been here for long enough that he basically owned it, and, rather importantly, he was actually strong enough to protect it now. Sure, some could take it from him, but he was fairly confident that 99% of people couldn't. A step up from the unconfident 70% he figured it was before, though whether that was an optimistic or pessimistic view of his past self, he didn't know. He probably wouldn't have been confident enough to try.
Didn't matter now, though.
'General repairs and modifications for anything mechanical. Also willing to do other work. Call ahead or ask inside for proper details.' Was written at the door in haphazard handwriting that was mostly legible to anyone who cared to look. While the rooms he lived in could generously be considered a mess, the desk at the entrance was at least somewhat presentable, since most customers would actually see that. It was simple, a bit run-down and not particularly elegant, but it was functional. On the front desk sat a few basic electronics that a lot of people would care about, namely scouters and capsules. Both were obviously beaten up and costed less, but considering he salvaged them from trash heaps to put back together, he felt they were in pretty good condition. At least they worked now.
An alarm sat at the door, telling whenever someone showed up. It'd be a simple warning buzzer that was loud enough to ensure he would hear it. Nothing too loud or obnoxious, but enough to get his attention. The visitors had been pretty sparse lately, but that was fine. That left more time to do stuff on his own.
Admittedly, basic stuff like this was kinda boring, but Tinker didn't really hate boring. Dislike at worst. Boring didn't get him hurt or dead, after all. That said, his patience for boredom seemed to be waning lately. Maybe he should get out again soon and actually do something. He didn't want to waste the strength he'd trained so long for, though that didn't feel like the real reason.
Well, he could think about all that later, when it maybe mattered.
PL: 41,000
WC: 498
WC: 498
