Section1: Bob's Realm of Innovation
Location: Bob’s Workshop
Time: Day
Scene One: Innovations Unveiled
The next day unfolds within the familiar confines of Bob's workshop, nestled comfortably in the expanse of his garage—a veritable sanctuary where innovation thrives amidst the scent of oil and the hum of machinery. As Kiria arrives, her bicycle rolling to a halt, she is greeted by the sight of Bob, engrossed in the intricate workings of an extraordinary creation.
Bob is far from ordinary. Lacking the mystical prowess of Chi energy or magic, he has instead adorned himself with an assortment of mechanical enhancements, each one a testament to his tireless ingenuity. With a keen eye for detail and a passion for tinkering, he specializes in the art of crafting and enhancing mechs, with every invention a testament to his unique vision. At present, his focus is laser-sharp on perfecting a revolutionary device—a cube poised to redefine mech analysis, meticulously scrutinizing their strengths and weaknesses with unparalleled precision.
"Ah, Kiria! Fashionably late as always," Bob greets, his voice cutting through the ambient hum of activity, a playful twinkle in his eye.
"My apologies, had to lend a hand to my gramps," Kiria replies, her gaze drawn to Bob's latest masterpiece with eager anticipation.
Inquisitive by nature, Kiria probes Bob about his latest creation, sparking an enthusiastic discourse on its capabilities. Despite her teasing skepticism, Bob remains steadfast in his belief that this invention will stand as his magnum opus.
Amidst their lively exchange, Bob casually requests a refreshment from the basement, prompting Kiria to unveil yet another marvel—a concealed passage activated by a remote control of Bob's design. The holographic wall seamlessly melds with the workshop's surroundings, concealing the mysteries that lie beneath.
Kiria's admiration for Bob's ingenuity knows no bounds, particularly when she beholds his prosthetic arm, a marvel of engineering capable of manipulating the very fabric of time and space. Her genuine enthusiasm reverberates throughout the workshop as she ventures deeper into its hidden recesses.
Ever humble, Bob downplays Kiria's awe, his modesty a testament to his unwavering dedication to his craft. To Kiria, each creation is a testament to his brilliance, a reminder of the boundless potential that lies within the realm of mechanical innovation. And as she immerses herself in the wonders of Bob's workshop, she knows that she stands witness to the birth of greatness.
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Players
level
Health
Speed
Strength
Mana/magic
Age
Bob
1
35000
D +9
40000
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26
Section2: A Market Meeting
Location: Vanguard's Family House
Time: Day
Scene One: Morning Departure
At the Vanguard family house, Zel and his dad prepared to embark on their journey to the market.
"Honey, we're leaving," George announced loudly, prompting Zel and himself to exit the house.
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"You take care," Ella's voice echoed from within the room as they stepped out.
George and Zel climbed into the vehicle, and with a start, they set off. As they made their way closer to the market, Zel piped up with a question.
"Are we passing by your workplace today?" Zel inquired.
"No, son. My workplace is farther away from the market. We need to hurry back home for your mom to cook," George explained. Zel nodded in understanding. "Okay, Dad."
Scene Two: A Chance Encounter
Father and son continued their conversation as they neared the market. After a 15-minute drive, they finally reached their destination. George scanned the area for a parking spot, and as he did so, Zel caught sight of Black strolling along the sidewalk. Quickly, Zel asked his dad if he could step out and talk with Black while George found a place to park. George agreed, and Zel exited the vehicle, heading toward Black.
"Hey, Black!" Zel called out, hastening his steps.
Hearing his name, Black turned to see who was calling out to him. Zel waved his hand to catch Black's attention, and when Black noticed him, he waved back. Zel increased his pace, closing the distance between them until they were face to face. They exchanged greetings, and Zel broached the topic of the recent incident at school.
"Hey, bro, I had no idea you were so good at fighting. Damn!" Zel exclaimed in admiration.
"Truth is, I was holding back in that fight," Black replied, a cocky smile playing on his lips. Zel raised an eyebrow, giving Black a skeptical look. "Yeah, right. Like I would believe that" he retorted.
"No, I'm serious, bro. You should come check out where I train; it's just a few blocks down the road," Black invited.
"Really?" Zel responded. Black nodded emphatically. "Yeah. It's called the Zen Strike Dojo," he declared with confidence, gesturing grandly to emphasize the dojo's name.
"That sounds fantastic, man," Zel remarked with genuine enthusiasm.
"By the way, Black, what happened after you left with the principal?" Zel inquired, sensing Black's discomfort. With a sigh, Black reluctantly delved into the unpleasant aftermath of his encounter. "Oh, that. The rest of the day didn't go well for me, bro. Long story short; I won't be coming to school anymore."
"That's tough, bro. But I'm sure we'll cross paths again at your dojo," Zel reassured him. Black, realizing Zel's unfamiliarity with the area, changed the subject. "I know you don’t live around here, so what brings you to this area?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm here with my dad. We came to get some stuff from the market," Zel explained. Black glanced up at the sign labeled "Harbor Mart" nearby. "Are you referring to the one right next to us?" he asked, pointing to the sign.
"Probably, I'm not sure. My dad will decide which store we'll walk into once he's done," Zel replied.
"Where is he, by the way?" Black inquired. Just then, George, having finished packing the vehicle, appeared beside them. "Right here, boys," he announced, surprising the pair.
"Hello, Sir George," Black greeted, taken aback. "We didn't know you were there."
"Hey, Black. How are you doing? Hope everything is going well," George replied warmly.
"Yes, Sir," Black responded. "I was just heading to the Zen Strike Dojo," he explained, gesturing in the dojo's direction.
"I see," George remarked. "Well, I'll let you both catch up. I’ll be inside, Zel. You two try not to take too long. Meet me inside when you're done talking," he said, making his way into Harbor Mart.
"Well, Black, I guess we’ll call it a day. Don’t want to keep my old man waiting too long," Zel said. "I'll catch you around, bro. You take care," Black replied. They parted ways, each heading in a different direction. As Black moved away, he called out, "Try talking to your dad about joining the dojo," walking backward.
"I will, bro," Zel promised.
As Zel entered the store, his future self, still clad in the same attire, watched from a distance. Inside, Zel approached his dad. "Dad, I wanted to talk to you about something," he began. Zel proceeded to discuss joining the Zen Strike Dojo, and after some discussion during their shopping trip, George agreed for Zel to enroll. Once they finished shopping, they headed home together.
Scene Three: Bob’s Workshop
Back at Bob’s workshop, Kiria is deeply engaged in assisting Bob with refining the intricate details of the revolutionary cube. Together, they dedicate themselves tirelessly to the task at hand. Amidst their work, Bob's thoughts drift back to his childhood.
"You know, when I was a kid, everyone thought I was weird. Even my parents found me strange," Bob reminisces, his voice tinged with nostalgia.
Kiria nods empathetically, offering a warm smile. “I suppose being different has its advantages, doesn't it?” she muses.
"I guess you could say that" Bob agrees, his gaze fixed on the evolving masterpiece before them.
After countless hours of meticulous effort, Bob finally completes the cube. With a blend of reverence and caution, he holds it aloft without physical contact, marveling at its intricate design and boundless potential.
"Behold, Kiria, the masterpiece is finally finished!" Bob's excitement is palpable as he continues to suspend the cube, his eyes shining with admiration.
"Now, let's put it to the test. Here, Kiria, scan me," Bob instructs, passing the cube to Kiria. With practiced ease, she complies, allowing the cube to analyze Bob's strengths and weaknesses, projecting them as a holographic display.
As the data materializes before them, Bob and Kiria exchange looks of anticipation, eager to witness the culmination of their labor.
Cube Scan
Strengths
-Ability to travel through space and time [due to an attached mech arm]
-Can see through walls [due to an attached mech eye]
-High IQ
-Speed Boost [due to mech attachment on his feet's]
Impressed by the cube's remarkable results, Kiria exclaimed, "It worked just as you said!" Bob carefully retrieved the cube from her grasp and meticulously concealed it within a hidden compartment nestled within the room's walls.
"I'll need to make some more upgrades to it," Bob declared, his mind already racing with ideas for enhancing the cube's capabilities.
Curious about Bob's shoulder issue, Kiria ventured to inquire. Bob explained that his mech arm was only weakly attached to his shoulder, causing him an extraordinary amount of pain and stress whenever it was firmly affixed. As Kiria absorbed this information, a thought began to form in her mind.
“Maybe I could figure out a way to securely attach his arm to his shoulder without subjecting him to so much pain.” She thought to herself.
"You've done an incredible job today, Kiria!" Bob praised, handing her a handful of cash as a token of appreciation.
Gratefully accepting the money, Kiria expressed her thanks before making her way towards her waiting bicycle.
"I'll see you again soon. And next time I'll add a few little upgrades to that bike of yours," Bob promised with a grin.
"Wow, that would be fantastic. Until next time then," Kiria replied, mounting her bike, and pedaling off into the distance, leaving behind a sense of anticipation for their next encounter.