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Who: Otto Octavius ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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What: June catch-all
When: June, pre-Kaijuu
Where: Excelsior
Content Warnings: none
i. excelsior, day, out and about
ii. excelsior, night, guild housing
iii. wildcard
doctopoda What: June catch-all
When: June, pre-Kaijuu
Where: Excelsior
Content Warnings: none
i. excelsior, day, out and about
[Now that he's gainfully employed, Otto's starting to fall into something more like a normal routine.
You may see him out getting coffee at what's become his regular place, or doing some shopping. It's getting easier; the longer he's lived here, the more people in his neighborhood have gotten used to the sight of him.
Ever since the incident at Balthier's shop, though, things have gotten a little weird. There's been outcry against metas. He knew it existed out there, but he's only lived in Central City and here, where such things are less common; this is the first real anti-meta sentiment he's seen in person. He even passes a few little protest groups outside of the Guild buildings, his own home and the others near it. Yet somehow, he himself is excluded: he's a product of science, not natural-born, not magic.
A ridiculous distinction. Otto knows as well as anyone just how dangerous a rogue scientist can be.
Mostly, he does his best to ignore praise and protest alike. If he sees anyone nearby who seems upset by the crowd - or, god forbid, anyone who's getting yelled at by them - he'll go over to them, actuators curving protectively, though not too close.]
Come on. They're just looking for attention - don't give them the satisfaction.
You may see him out getting coffee at what's become his regular place, or doing some shopping. It's getting easier; the longer he's lived here, the more people in his neighborhood have gotten used to the sight of him.
Ever since the incident at Balthier's shop, though, things have gotten a little weird. There's been outcry against metas. He knew it existed out there, but he's only lived in Central City and here, where such things are less common; this is the first real anti-meta sentiment he's seen in person. He even passes a few little protest groups outside of the Guild buildings, his own home and the others near it. Yet somehow, he himself is excluded: he's a product of science, not natural-born, not magic.
A ridiculous distinction. Otto knows as well as anyone just how dangerous a rogue scientist can be.
Mostly, he does his best to ignore praise and protest alike. If he sees anyone nearby who seems upset by the crowd - or, god forbid, anyone who's getting yelled at by them - he'll go over to them, actuators curving protectively, though not too close.]
Come on. They're just looking for attention - don't give them the satisfaction.
ii. excelsior, night, guild housing
[Peter staying with Otto has been rather nice, actually - at least in Otto's mind. He spends most of his days at work, and Peter's often out on his own business at other times, so they don't see too much of one another. But when they do, it's nice to have a bit of friendly conversation. The place has felt empty since Norman left.
Even so, there's still evenings when he's left to his own devices, or nights that drag on as sleep eludes him. So there's also nights when a tentacled shape can be seen swiftly crawling its way up to the roof of one of the Guild-owned apartment buildings.
Once up there, he leans against the perimeter wall, lights a cigarette, and smokes it while looking out over the city. It's an awful habit, he knows; he went some thirty years without it. But then - as with so many things - but then there was the accident. He quit once. He can kick it again. Just...later, maybe.]
Even so, there's still evenings when he's left to his own devices, or nights that drag on as sleep eludes him. So there's also nights when a tentacled shape can be seen swiftly crawling its way up to the roof of one of the Guild-owned apartment buildings.
Once up there, he leans against the perimeter wall, lights a cigarette, and smokes it while looking out over the city. It's an awful habit, he knows; he went some thirty years without it. But then - as with so many things - but then there was the accident. He quit once. He can kick it again. Just...later, maybe.]
iii. wildcard
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[There's a slight bit of hesitation there. But if there's anyone who deserves answers on that front, it's Peter. They almost killed him, and he's the one who repaired them. He's really the only person in this world who knows anything about their systems outside of Otto himself.
(It occurs to him that's probably an oversight. If something were to happen, Peter shouldn't bear responsibility for fixing it again. He just isn't sure who else he trusts that far.)]
The...accident only happened a few months before I arrived in your world. But I'd worked with them extensively before that - testing, calibration, practice sessions.
[He takes the eggs off the stove, accepts a plate from an actuator, and serves up some eggs for Peter before taking his own portion.]
I will say, it's different now. There wasn't such a connection, before.
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It was an accident that made them go haywire like that?
[ Well, that seems easy enough to avoid happening again, RIGHT???
He takes the eggs. He continues the conversation, careful not to talk with his mouth full because his aunt definitely drilled that into him. Manners were important to her, so they continue to be important to him. ]
If…you're cool with it, I'd love to have more time to look at the specs for them. I mean, I've never seen anything like them. They're cool! You know, now that they're...better.
[ Nice save, Peter. ]
Man, I bet Mr. Stark would have loved to see them, actually.
[ He didn't really mean to say that part out loud, but that's just his MO. WHOOPS, anyways... ]
Sorry, I don't mean to be weird. You know, I'm really appreciative that you let me stay here. Those chickens were gonna drive me nuts.
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[His tone's even, if a bit dull. He can talk about it. This part is the easy bit, really.
Otto serves his own eggs and stands by the counter to eat. The work done, two of the actuators move to the floor to help support him. The other two hover idly around his shoulders, mostly watching Peter.]
Of course you can see the specs! I've recreated them here, in case they were needed - I have copies.
[He doesn't want to rely on Peter the same way again; that's too much weight to put on the boy. But he's still the one who fixed the chip. It does make Otto feel a little easier, for him to know more about the actuators and their inner workings. Of course another flare like the last is vanishingly unlikely, but it doesn't take that much to damage a little chip, not really.]
It's no trouble, truly. I'm glad to be of help. [The least he could do. But he's trying not to drag the conversation down like that immediately - Otto just arches an eyebrow.] You know, when I went out to get you, I wasn't expecting it to be an actual operating farm. How on earth did you end up out there?
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But the specs! Well, even if he's not worried about the actuators going kind of off the rails again, he can't help but be interested. ]
Well if you ever need maintenance or something, knowing exactly how they work would be helpful.
[ He probably doesn't need to know; he can just sort of ask them? But that seems weird, for one, and for two, he is interested in just building things. He wants to know the design more than just feel it out.
He laughs a little at the question, trying not to do it around his eggs. Manners, right? ]
Oh, um. My friend, Bart, that's where he decided to live for some inexplicable reason. I mean, no, that's not fair, no shade or anything. But why anyone would live on a farm when the Guild would let you live somewhere, y'know, not on a farm? That's a mystery to me.
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I can't help you there.
[He lets the comment about maintenance pass. Peter's...probably thinking along similar lines to him. Just in case. A wise thing to do, but it does bring a certain pall over a conversation.
He takes a bite of his own eggs, chews thoughtfully and swallows before going on.]
Speaking of the Guild - they shouldn't bother you while you're here. They're very hands-off landlords. I haven't seen any of their people since I moved in, unless I go to them first.
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[ WELL that's probably fine right? Haha, right?
Peter, being a teenage boy, can inhale food on the best of days. Being a teenage boy with a metabolism faster than any normal person's makes that worse. He's doing his best not to go too fast, but it is what it is. ]
They probably don't wanna spy too much unless they have to. They don't seem very micro-managey, I guess. But that's good to know! I'd like to not, you know, have to dash out a window every time there's a knock at the door.
[ Shit, that sounds maybe rude? ]
Oh, I mean. Don't get me wrong. I really am grateful that you let me stay here!
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[Can't tell you why Wally moved to a farm! No worries, he's got the actuators well in hand. Or claw, as it may be.]
No, no, I understand. But it should be alright. I wouldn't have offered if I thought you'd be in danger here.
[Which might sound slightly cold, but...well, he'd have tried to help some other way, is all. He won't be the reason something bad happens to Peter again, even something minor.]