Kamkairo

Age: 24
Species: Muscovy Duck
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Trash
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Local Neighborhood Memelord
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    • Kamkairo
      Kamkairo

      @Misunderstood Scientist

      Tate had returned to her sorting, hearing the occasional sounds of rummaging and metal piles falling over now and then. Such a thing would bother the average scrapyard operator, but since Tate often did the same things herself when indulging in a project, they invoked no reaction from her. Finally, he had come back in with a sizeable heap, and she tallied the numbers by item and quantity.

      "Altogether this lot's gonna come to around $500, or more exactly, $491.87."

      • Misunderstood Scientist
        Misunderstood Scientist

        Gyro looked up briefly from his notecards. "Thank you," he said, in an impatient tone.

        He turned and left to explore the scrapyard with the robot. Within an hour, Gyro had found a small haul of scrap worth salvaging. He returned to the oppossum in order to negotiate the cost of it.

        • Kamkairo
          Kamkairo

          @Misunderstood Scientist

          Due to a lack of activity, Tate had chosen to occupy her time with sorting through her inventory records. It wasn't exactly a requirement for her to operate the scrapyard, more for her own convenience. Not just for what she was selling, but also for materials she would set aside for her own projects. She had been at it for around an hour or so until she heard someone come in. An introduction of herself was unnecessary as he had already started talking, rather forcefully, might she add. A fellow anti-social introvert, it seemed.

          "Uh-huh..." she nodded, deciding to pretend she didn't just see a glare come from that... thing... behind him. "By all means, keep goin'."

          Just a simple change in attitude in that robot was enough to raise a bright red flag. Tate kept a mental note of the tesla rifle she kept locked under the counter. She hoped with all her might that she wouldn't have to take this robot out back and unceremoniously execute it.

          • Misunderstood Scientist
            Misunderstood Scientist

            @Tate Apparently, a freeze ray wasn't in the budget. Despite all of his protests and presentations describing how it was absolutely necessary to have a freeze ray, Mr. McDuck kept vetoing it. And so, he dropped it. Of course, nothing wrong with tinkering with one outside of the budget on his own time using resources at hand.

            Of course, Mr. McDuck didn't pay him enough for him to cover his living expenses and high-quality materials for his personal pet projects, soooo...

            Off he'd been gathering materials at local scrap heaps... wearing heavy duty gloves and work clothes, of course. Last thing he wanted was to cut himself on some lousy rusted metal. And of course, he'd brought a robot with him to do all the heavy lifting.

            So far, he'd found very little of value. And now he arrived at another scrapyard, this one in St. Canard. He doubted it would be anymore promising than the others, but it was his last stop for the day.

            As soon as he stepped foot in it, he sought to meet with the person in charge so he could be allowed to peruse freely without any questioning. He had his notecards prepared, of course.

            He eyed the possum in front of him a moment, then his eyes focused on the notecards in front of him. "Greetings. I am Gyro Gearloose," he said, in a flat monotone and looking somewhat pained. "This is my robot, the Lift-O-Matic 2.0 here to help me gather scrap from your scrap yard. It is definitely not evil."

            The smiley screen on the robot made a mean, frowny look at the possum while Gyro's back was turned.

            "May I continue?"

            • Kamkairo
              Kamkairo

              @Negaduck

              Kacia pulled down on one of her eyelids and stuck her tongue out at the criminal, getting one last petty gesture in before she was chucked down to the street below. The end result had many possibilities. She could have been splattered onto the pavement, or flattened by an oncoming vehicle if she happened to survive. Well, despite dying young, she had nothing to lose. She prepared herself to make contact with the street below... though she didn't remember asphalt being this soft and squishy. When did it make such ghastly noises?

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