"huh…" he says "well no wonder you'd rather talk to 4, he's the one in charge of social interactions, since he's also that knows how to…well do that.. i guess." he begins walking away again "it's this way." he calls back over his shoulder.
"Okay," she says, following him.
when they get there raydon opens the garage door. and inside was a huge mess, and in the middle of the mess was a miniature railgun. "and this is the kind stuff that i have to put up with since raydon in control." 4 says. raydon walks around the edges of the room and before him the mess starts to clear itself, bit by bit. tools, small bots and random pieces of metal sort themselves and go back to the tables lining the room, a broom followed him sweeping until he got back to cassie. once it's clean it looks about the total size of a large apartment more than an average garage. "and here we are. this is much more complex then what a scrap heap would give me." 2 says this time
Once Cassie stepped into the garage, she was impressed by everything around her and even more surprised when everything started to clean the house automatically. She gazed at the cleaned place in awe, "Wow, h- how'd you do that?"
"just telekinesis, it got pretty bad so 3 swept, 2 sorted, i checked everything was gone before moving and 4 did nothing." he says taking her car engine over to the railgun, starts attaching it.
"Wait, so you can see them individually? Also, what are you doing with my engine?"
(So, are Cassie and Ray gonna team up to fight a super villain or what kind of conflict are we gonna sprinkle in? Just wondering.)
"see them? individually? they're all up in my head remember, but not in a crazy way." he says still focused on his work "well im attaching the engine to the gun. and by the way how much do you think this kinda stuff could sell for?"
(well not sure if its a slice of life or not yet, any ideas? and btw i can start driving the plot forwards if u need)
"Really, so how did they-" she paused, "Um, the gun? A lot of money I suppose. I'm not that good with finances though. You're not planning to sell my engine are you?!"
(well not sure if its a slice of life or not yet, any ideas? and btw i can start driving the plot forwards if u need)
(Well, we could also weaken (injure) one of our characters, but idk I'm just brainstorming. Sure, how do you plan to?)
"no way i'm selling a high power RAILGUN to someone, are you crazy?! plus all i do build is use it a few times, then destroy it forever. simple." 'yeah but we do need food money, remember' said 3.
"I mean, I may be sorta crazy? But isn't that a waste of time, effort and materials?"
he looks at her and just stares for a minute, then pauses his work "doing this. an endless cycle. of building, destroying and making something completely new, is all i've ever done. i mean for all i know i could be, like, an actual bot myself. so to answer your question, yes it is, but on purpose." he says going back to his work.
She listened carefully to Ray. "Oh," she could only say.
(I think this is where we slap some kind of conflict in, I think.)
(give me a minute lol)
(Okay. I can't wait to see what your going to come up with. 😏)
he leans against the railgun, starts to push it towards the entrance forgetting about cassie. he binds two wires and starts to power up. it starts glowing a bit from the inside, when he looks up and remembers cassie was there, "you might wanna get out of the way you know." he says calmly, not that worried for her. he steps back a bit, but then it goes off way too early and causes a minor explosion.
(Aw come on!😉)
(well. conflict :)
Cassandra slowly backed away from the weapon at Raydon's suggestion. Suddenly, something exploded.
She let out a short, startled scream and fell back on her left hand, feeling a streak of pain in her wrist when she landed.
Pulling it back instantly, she called out to the inventor, with a hint of pain in her voice, "Hey, Raydon, are you okay?"
"um… yeah i should be fine. or i'll die in 5 minutes or less." he said limping over to her dragging his left foot, he had a long cut on his forehead, ignoring most of the pain. "hey are you alright? you look like you had a tough fall." he said wincing only a bit when he accidentally steps on his bad leg.
"Oh my gosh," she gasped, hurrying over to him. "Well yeah, compared to you." She tried to sling his right arm over her shoulder, without using her left hand.
"There, where should I set you down and do you have a first aid kit somewhere?" Cassie asked, a bit worried for him.
"no i'll probably be fin-" * COUGH!* "im fine, i just landed… i think a knife, or something. but are you alright?"