Krogan Couch Surfer Chaos!! (Jax+)

[rachael]

Saturday night makes everything look a little hazy when you don't have a place to sleep at night that doesn't involve the smell of urine or soap boxes. What is a girl to do? And what about food? New York wasn't turning out to be all it was cracked up to be. The Library arrangement went wahoonie-shaped, her friends turned out to be less friendly than she'd hoped, and boy oh boy were people strange about a fox wandering around in the park...

So here she was. Lucast, mistress of a thousand faces, owner of just one or two, in a, for her, remarkably human form, with only her ears and tail out to catch the wind and swivel about, keeping her balance and hearing her surroundings. Her eyes were a bit downcast - her feet hurt, she'd finished the last of the salted nuts she'd packed up, she had maybe... sixty cents (?) and... boy did her feet hurt!

Amid a little, she felt, well deserved self pity, Lucast ran into a wall. A screaming red wall of bricks, to be precise. Wait, what?

The foxgirl looked up, blinking slowly in muzzy incomprehension. It took her perhaps too long to process what she was seeing. A big scary clown face, painted on the wall, apparently giving off a deathmetal "WLUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH" sort of sound!

She realized quickly it was a graffiti, but it still... the clown... she backed away, and took in the wall a bit more fully, ear flicking - a shop? With an open window? It smelled... like metal. Fire... sweat... grease... Lucast walked around the front - it was indeed a shop, but not like... a store - a workshop, and in good repair... in its own special way.

She was curious - what the heck was that music? Was there food involved? Whats with the clown? She had nothing better to do, she was inherently curious, and bored to the brim of bursting!

It wasn't hard to get in - people account for five foot something intruders, not six inch tall foxgirls who climb inbetween the iron bars in the window, find convenient pizza (which they eat half of), drink an opened can of beer (flat, but effective) and immediately pass out, full sized inside. Society... just isn't built for that kind of thing!

So there she was - that's how a bare-naked girl with fox ears and a fluffy tail ended up on Jax's couch, nestled tightly into piles and piles of dirty clothes, and sleeping soundly.

[Jax]

Metal. It was a thing of wonder. I thing of glory. It had been since man had first started hitting rocks together to make weapons and discovered how much better certain rocks worked, it was true now as pure power writhed and roared between his legs. Black hued piping, green flames, punching pistons, sparking plugs, roaring mufflers, his entire body shaken and caressed by the power of the bike below him. How could he not grin as he pulled up to his place. The grin was hidden under his pitch black helmet so he didn't try to hide it. He just pulled his bike to a stop in front of his garage's doors. Raising a hand he placed bare flesh on the metal door and sent out his power. The metal conducted it down the line, down chains and axles to counter weights, the heavy weights became lighter and this sent a chain reaction and sure enough his reinforced garage door slowly began to open, the music pumping from with getting louder to his ears as it did so. Walking the bike into the garage and passing the clown painted on the side of his building as he did so.

"Got ta remember ta paint something o'er that one of these days."

Jax grunted to himself as the pumping adrenaline of the ride home was replaced to his heart beating because of the music pumping and shaking him. Nodding to the beat he ripped free his helmet and rested it on his handle bars, his green mohawk and piercings revealed he grunted and scratched his belly though a shirt that proclaimed 'if at first you don't suceed, go &@* yourself." His black leather jacket sported chains and spikes that would make a airport metal detector weep at the sight of him. His boots themselves practically broke the Geneva convention. He walked on them easily enough, the leather of them long worn in by constant use. He did own a pair of dress shoes cord bought him... and they made a fine paper weight indeed.

Jax was musing on this so he barely payed attention to the shape on his couch. His mind almost unhealthily fixated on his girl but... a naked woman with ears and tail has a tendency to get through brain filters. Jax stopped in mid step and turned and looked at the woman. Most men would have done something... unwise, or stopped to admire the form of the woman. Jax wasn't most men. He had made a home in the ghettos of Gotham and not only survived the villains, lunatics, and monsters... he had thrived. He had made a name for himself... to some that name had been 'oh @^&*!" but it worked. A naked woman who got through his security... caution was called for... and as Jax ripped a cloth blanket off a project that was currently nested on his desk he picked it up one handed. Two hands should have been a struggle, one hand should have broken his wrist is nothing else... but he believed in cheating outrageously.

Picking up his remote to his sound system with his other hand he walked over to the form, clicked off the safety with his thumb, and turned off the sound system. For a moment silence reigned and Jax touched the cold rotary barrels of his latest project to the back of the woman's neck. His voice growled out, low, dangerous, and more then a bit angry. As he spoke the belt of ammo hung and creaked ominously.

"What ya are feeling is my latest project, sa is a one of a kind gun designed by ma, made by ma, and currently pointed at ya. She is a custom built fully automatic, belt fed, sawed off shotgun. A client of mine wanted something that could cut through a forest with sheer destructive force. I showed him dis. He felt it was a little too good at what it did and asked me ta make him a lighter version. I kept this one. I named her Lilith. I made dis girl well and believe me when I say she will blow your head clean off... I am not exaggerating. So I swear, if I don't like ya answer I promise whatever ya are, whatever ya came from I can almost guara f^&ing tee the last thing ya will hear... is Lilith saying ello... Now, who are ya and what the @^&* are ya doing in my 'ouse?"

[rachael]

The touch of cold steel on her neck did the job of at least six cups of coffee, a brisk dip in icewater, and a boot to the midsection. Lucast's mind swam into focus like the snapping of a rubber band, and she... well, she could have done a lot of things. One of them was slightly damp, but she didn't do that - humans didnt generally make damp excuses, in a manner of speaking... but she DID open her eyes and look up at him, withdrawing from the gun like an icecube from open flame, eyes shrinkwrapping in tears.

Words didn't have anything to do with it at that point - she wasn't one who was all that coherent when threatened with sudden explosive death - she was almost certain that thing would keel-haul her dirty scalawag, and the idea of being killed for trespassing didn't sound appealing. She reacted in the one way she knew how.

"Wah! Ididn'tmeananyharmIwasjusthungryandthirstyandtiredIdidntbreakanythingIjustclimbedintothewindowovertherebecauseIheardmusicandwasn'tthinkingpleasedonthurtmeeee!" she babbled, tears streaming down her cheeks before she covered her splayed ears with of Jax's shirts, curling into a fetal position and shaking like a leaf.

[Jax]

"...goddamnit..."

It wasn't fair. For the first time in his life not only had someone broken into his house and been stupid enough to fall asleep here... and they had to be a girl... who was now crying. This wasn't fair... he paused and thought about a few things. She didn't seem vampish... yes. That is a word now. Vampish... she didn't seeeem werewolfy... she was an odd one. Maybe she was what she said... a lost one.... but one thing he knew for sure was she was naked and that was becoming slightly distracting. He walked around the couch to his table in front of it made of a telephone cable spool and kicked out in a burst of motion.

It slid across the floor on wheels he had installed himself and he walked towards keeping her covered as he walked the ten feet to the table. Sitting down he lowered the gun still it wasn't pointed RIGHT at her. But kept it where he could swing it into position if she charged him. He put the remote for his sound system on the table and looked at the girl. He... knew how it was to be lost, hungry, tired, cold. The draw of sound... of the music that had saved him... on the other hand he couldn't get kisses from Cord if a clever pretending demon ate his face... but... he didn't... THINK she was gonna do that. The look on her face told him so. But you don't live through Gotham by being dumb... on the other hand....

He shook his head. The double think heart, when in doubt listen to instinct. Jax lowered his weapon more. It was pointed on the floor now and his grip seemed more relaxed. Having decided not to splatter his walls with his 'guest' he did the next step.

"Calm down and put on one of thos' shirts, they ain't clean but I ain't aving naked 'ouse guests... well maybe one and ya ain't 'er."

Jax patiently waited while she complied and pointed at what was draped over the arm of the couch.

"There is a pair of pants over dere."

Again Jax waiting, his eyes never drifted from her but it wasn't a perverted gaze. It was an assessing gaze. Grunting he stood as she dressed and opening his fridge he pulled out the pizza box... and opened the lid to look to see why it was lighter then before. Grunting he put the pizza box on top of the fridge and opening the freezer pulled out a couple of beers. He carried them atop the pizza box and pulling a dolly made for supporting horizonal mechanics under cars out from under the frame of a 1960's roadster he placed the pizza on top of the cart, the beer in a cup holder welded on the dolly, and after taking a piece of cold pizza out of the box he nudged it towards his now clothed guest with his foot till it coasted in front of her. Holding his beer in his armpit sat down and took a bite of the pizza. Garlic, onion, bacon, anchovy and extra cheese. It was still good. He motioned to the box and beer in front of the girl.

"Help yourself, ya already did and I need ta finish ta pizza. My gal doesn't like it when I keep pizza in ta fridge fa more then ten days."

Putting the slice down and taking his beer out of his armpit to open it with his thumb Jax took a sip. It was ice cold. He had repurposed the freezer unit in the fridge to be a beer cooler. Kept beer at the perfect temperature. He smacked his lips together and waited a moment as he sipped and snacked a little. A couple moments, giving the girl time to calm down... hopefully calm enough she wouldn't wet his couch he asked.

"So who are ya? What are ya? And how did ya get in my 'ouse?"

[rachael]

The blue-eared girl took a moment or two to calm down after he told her to do just that, reaching out with shaking hands to scoop up an overlarge t-shirt. It wasn't that she was very... mature, anatomically speaking - kept people from being too distracted, but just the same, she wasn't what a person would call homely, either. Wriggling into the proferred garnment, she never broke contact with his gaze, like a cornered, well, fox - as long as there was the possibility of living, she'd do what he said... within reason, naturally.

When told to get the pants, she broke eye contact to shoot them a fearful glance. It took her a second for her ice-coated mind to calculate what she was looking at. Pants! With belt! She modestly turned a bit from him as her legs shot down the trousers and she pulled them up, blushing back at Jax as she buttoned them up, ears swiveling to train on him - in case he moved.

She really was a skittish little thing, tensing and scooting without apparently moving her arms or legs when Jax wandered off to find the beers and pizza she'd partaken of before. She hadn't noticed the kitchen earlier - the slice had been lying out, like the beer, and she'd just.. well, food, drink, she shut down and autopilot took over. This happened again. When he gave permission - as soon as he gave it - she snatched the pizza - the one she'd eaten half of earlier, but a cold beer wasn't to be scoffed at either. She watched him, but visibly enjoyed even the stale pizza, eating in nips and nibbles, and the occasional exaggerated chomp.

When again Jax asked her a question, Lucy was quick with a response, knowing it might just save her further threats if his mind was put at ease. She lifted her arm and pointed at the barred window, and finished her mouthful.

"I... I go by Lucast, sir... I'm just a mutant and I came through that one... Didn' break anything, sir, promise...!" she squeaked, and looked as if she was trying to hide behind her slice of pizza.

[Jax]

Jax thought things through. Just a mutant, not a demon, monster, alternative vampire, ghost, or alien. Just a mutant. He chuckled to himself softly. Wondering at what point in his life had it gotten so screwed up that a fellow mutant came so low on his list of things to worry about. Jax set the gun on the table and still chuckling took up the remote and turned it back on, though he cranked down the volume so they could continue talking. Putting it back down he picked up the pizza slice and took another bite, letting the strong flavors mingle in his mouth. He thought as he chewed and figured instincts won again... sides it was kinda cold outside and he couldn't just kick her out... well he could...but... he couldn't. Stupid conscious, he made a note to poke his brain with a q-tip later. Shrugging Jax waved his hand.

"Alright... ya got in... I am assuming with ya power. Yeah... being hungry sucks. Been there, done that... did things... so yeah... I suppose ya can stay ta night if ya want."

Jax finished off the pizza in his hand and chugging the last of his beer he smashed the can flat against his forehead. FLAT. As if it had been compressed in a ten ton press. Taking the flat disk he hurled it straight up into the ceiling, the flattened piece of metal embedding where it hit. The ceiling seemed full of similar pieces of metal. He hadn't done this with a gleam in his eyes, or as a threat. His slumped posture was not threatening... it seems like rather finding a place to throw the can away had required too much effort so he had just... done what he did. Standing he pointed over to a corner of the room. The corner was filled with blankets, pillows, various cloths on the floor and reeked of grease, oil, gas, and feverish sweat.

"That's ma bed. Ya can have ta couch. Ya don't mess with my stuff, ya don't try anything in my sleep, ya don't try ta crawl in with ma. I have a gal. Ya just... behave... and ya can stay ta night. Is that understood?"

Jax snapped his fingers as he finished speaking.

"By ta way. Name's Jax."

[wreave]

Wreve was walking trhough the abandoned alleyways of new york alone and at night. In most circumstances this would be a mistake, however news like wreave gets around quickly. He had only been on this mud ball for a few days and it infuriated him, however there were certain humans who knew how the universe worked which made it tolerable for him.

He was walking through the alleyways to meet one of these individuals for business. His footsteps were heavy as he moved down the streets his cat like eyes alert for any trouble. He caught a few movements from individuals who suddenly appeared as if they were in the midst of important things, that needed to be discovered.

"out of my way human." he said shoving one of the retreating men to the ground. The man scampered away as if he had seen a monster which was probably an accurate assessment of what wreave was.

He was a seven foot tall, reptilian like biped, with heavy scaled plates, a triangular head and a foul temper. Most humans had learned to give this strange Alien large berths.

His foot steps were heavy as he walked through the alleyways occasionally kicking away junk and refuse. He looked up after about 5 minutes of roaming to see a clown on a building. "this is the place." he murmured to himself as he walked over to the alley side door and pounded on it.

"Jax you in?" he called as he withdrew his three digit hand to wait looking around him to make sure no "men in black suits." tried to take him. He didn't like the idea of being a science experiment, and was taking amazingly cautious steps to avoid such situations, like avoiding major streets, and causing too much trouble.

He hated subtle it was like being in a bar where you could feel everybody's hate, the itch for a fight, but everybody is being polite right up until they gutted you. It was unsporting, it was unkrogan and he hated it. However there are times where discretion is the better part of valor and this was one of them.

As these thoughts passed through his mind he knocked again.

[Jax]

"GodDAMNit... It doesn't rain but it @&*@ing POURS BLOOD!"

Jax reached up and massaged his forehead for a moment and then pointed at his 'guest'. His posture was firm and his tone brooked no argument as his lips contorted in annoyance.

"I don't know where, I don't care. But if ya want to stay the night then ya need ta hide till my customer @&*@ing leaves. So... da whatever ya did ta get in here in da first place and hide. If dis guy sees ya he might kill ya. I will probably kill him for it but it is something I just da NOT @&*@ING need right now!"

Reaching up to his wall of tools and weapons Jax pulled down a object, it was a welding mask and he put it on his head as if he had been just about to use it, then he reached lower and pulled a pick axe off the wall and shouldered it. The pickaxe had been renovated by Jax himself, instead of just a point the pick part was also a slightly curved blade while the hoe end was reinforced with strips of rebar. It made for a nasty looking weapon expecally with the hand made metal pole it was using for a handle, the ribs of metal on the handle making for a more secure grip and rubber melted and poured over it in places and then textured. This went well beyond it's obvious purpose. Jax reached down and made sure his pistols were good to go and 'refreshed' his connection with them and stripped off his leather jacket so more of his tattoos showed. Grunted satisfied he slowly made it to the door, not in a hurry, no point in arriving at the door like this was something important to him... despite what the pay off would be. Jax ripped open his reinforced metal door and with upraised welding mask on and pickaxe in hand he glared at the client.

"Wreave, ya are &*@!ing early, ya ain't supposed ta show up for another hour. I swear if had been in the middle of my next project and ya disturbed ma I would have ta gut ya where ya &@*@ing stand and use ya body ta make my next coat."

Nonchalantly Jax raised a cigarette to his mouth one handed and then reached down and pulled out a cigarette lighter. As the cigarette caught rather then usual gray smoke it released black smoke that seemed almost a fluid, instead of raising it sank down towards the floor and seemed to sip through the cracks in the concrete foundation. Taking the cigarette out to spit to the side Jax deliberately turned his back on the alien showing now fear or concern or even a reaction to what he looked like. He didn't care much what a client looked like through this one was odder then most. He just wanted interesting jobs and to be paid what he was owed.

"Well get ya farmer probin' @$$ in 'ere. We got business ta take care of."

[rachael]

Lucy's ears perked and her eyes lit up when he told her she could say and explained his rules to her. It all sounded reasonable - sure, she just about leapt out of her skin and ran screaming and bleeding into the night when he made the can into a discus and embedded it in the ceiling - once again, she seemed to teleport - one second she was sitting calmly on the couch, the next, the pizza was falling and she was behind it - landing crust-down on the table. My she was a skittish thing!

It didn't take much to coax her back into her seat again, even if Jax apparently made her a bit flighty. Who could blame her? She had feet before, didn't she? Well, walking over and sitting, she had paws she stood on, padding quietly and sitting, dainty little things, picking up the slice and continuing to nibble and chew at it, watching him with interest... but not a particular ammount of fear.

"Okay... Your couch is really comfortable - this coming from an experienced couch surfer! Thank you..." she consented, and smiled at him mid-nom, ears flicking cheerfully as her tail squirmed through the pile of clothes happily.

She noticed the Krogan at the door perhaps a shade before he knocked, eyes glancing doorward and ears flicking once or twice as they swiveled in that direction.

When Jax stood and... said something to her, she just stared at him blankly, her expression unchanging - there was no indication that she at-all-understood. She just chose not to hear him - but if she had, and she had, she would have thought 'huh! Think so, mister? No... thats a bad road I dont walk, mister, you don't tell me what to do, not like that, mister, because nobody talks to me like that, mister, so I'll do what I decide to do, mister, because, mister, I always do', but she didn't - she didn't hear him, which was a lot different from not hearing him. People go around every day of the week not hearing things.

When he left the room, she did wander into the kitchen though with another slice of days-old pizza though - maybe he had soda? She decided... more beer wouldn't be in order after all.

[wreave]

"hehe can't exactly help being early jax." Wreave said in a friendly manner, well friendly for a krogan. There was a hint of amusement in his voice as he spoke, his wide triangular face split into a bit of a grin. His slitted eyes focused on jax as he looked him up and down for a moment, and examined the room around him.

"You have some serious quads jax." wreave added calmly before adding, "Unlike the rest of your kind."

In his own mind he felt a bit robbed after meeting jax the human was a krogan spirit trapped in a humans body. 'funny old thing the universe' he thought quietly to himself as he looked again seeing the girl wandering into the kitchen.

"Alright." He said simply stepping inside, he was smaller at least here he felt smaller, His old merc armor had been too heavily damaged surviving explosions and gunshots from mass driver guns in orbit. It was a bit of a pity he couldn't have salvaged all of it, but the barrier emitters had fried, and the armor gone beyond repair.

Wreave had been forced to make due with the armor he was now wearing as he leaned against a nearby wall. He was now thinking of what he could do to establish a new base, maybe start a new merc gang or something. He shrugged and pushed his ideas to the side first things first get his new items. Though he kept an eye on the new girl in the kitchen just out of his peripheral vision.

[Jax]

The sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out in the garage, Jax stood gazing at the ceiling, his eyes fixed on another flattened beer can lodged in the ceiling. He slowly let out a breath as he held his forehead with the hand that had raised up to meet his face.
"goddamnit."
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Slowly he pulled down the hand the friction of his callused hands pulling down on the piercings in his face, taking another puff on his cigarette he reached down and pulled out a silver flask which carving on it announced that heavy metal would never die. Unscrewing it the room was filled with a vile smell of what might have been pure alcohol. Lifting it to his lips Jax took a hard pull from it and then looking at Wreave and Lucast he slugged down the rest. Finally finished he glared at Lucast and pointed at her.

"I swear ya are da WORST temporary house guest I have EVER @&*@ing HAD!"

With that the hand holding the pickaxe Jax refered to as "Satan's toothpick" blurred and the pick embedded into the wall next to him. Turning away from the woman raiding his kitchen he walked to a work table and lifted up what appeared to be a oddly shaped buckler built into a bracer, from the back of the brace came a handle with a trigger on it that extending as Jax put his arm into the bracer and banged his arm against the inside of the massive ring of metal. The buckler unfolded and thus increased in side to the size of a shield that should have been too big for Jax to lift much less hold so easily. His voice as he began to talk was... different, almost reverent. He speech seemed different as well certain ways of talking laid to the side as he spoke.

"Alright Wreave dis is ta first half of commission ya contacted me fa. The metal ya sent me was a challenge ta work with and I 'ave ta say I 'ave never made something quite like this. All and all I enjoyed ta challenge but I found certain things... lacking so I decided ta alter the plans a bit on both projects. Now ya might notice small circles of metal in ta outstretched portions of ta shield. Ta purpose of these is if ya want ya can remove them and replace them with a directional explosive. Simply point shield at someone who gets ta close, pull ta trigger I included in ta grip that ya can hook up ta a remote control and anyone who gets ta close ta ta front of ya shield will briefly 'ave a bad day."

Turning the shield so Wreave could see the backside Jax reached out and pulled something from the inside of the shield.

"Over here we 'ave a back up dagger, as long as ya have ta shield ya will have a weapon on ya as well. In folds in neatly into ta brace and unless they are taking apart ya bracer or know what they are looking for they are na going ta find it. Ta shield itself is based on those measurements of ya arm ya gave me. Contract muscles in your wrists and the hand grip will extend and you can pull it inwards to extend and retract ta full size and back."

Satisfied with the explanation Jax took off the bracer after retracted the shield and threw it to the alien as he reached for one of the projects he was most proud of. It was a sword it appeared, it seemed to be a sword hilt massive, a hilt that was long enough to be used by both the Krogan's massive mitts if he needed yet the sheath the blade portion was in was only about as long as the handle. The thickness was as a large claymore sized for a human. Smiling Jax pulled the sheath off and revealed the blade underneath. It looked like a claymore blade that had been cut short. Smirking Jax reached up with the fingers holding the sword hilt and squeezed two triggers built into the crossguard. He had to stretch to pull them his hands much smaller then a Krogan's but he managed and as he did so the blade lengthened, lengths of metal extending from the 'cut off' end and fixing themselves in place till the blade was as long as a claymore blade. The edge of the blade possessed the wave pattern known as Hamon that katana blades would possess when made by masters, it was crystals of metal formed by specific techniques and resulted in a edge that would be sharper then a mere beveled edge. The blade seemed to almost glow in the fluorescent bulbs shining overhead.

"Dis on ta other hand... I 'ave ta say I outdid myself. Dis is the best blade I 'ave ever made. I would 'ave been done last week but dis baby needed a little extra TLC ya know? Her machining is smooth and I tested her over a thousand times without slowing and she handled it without a word of complaint. I made ta handle so ya can wield her with one hand or two and her edge is ta sharpest I 'ave ever forged and if ya take care of it she should last ya at LEAST five human generations. In addition... I added a little something ta her as well."

Jax reached and triggered the blade again, it shortened and he pointed the 'cut off' section of the blade at a target on the wall. A picture of a well known senator who kept trying to get heavy metal outlawed as 'the devils rock and roll'. Pointing he pulled one trigger and then still holding it down he double tapped the other. From the 'tip' there was a twang sound and a blur of metal soared through the air. Suddenly from the senator's face was growing a copper colored spike. Flipping the sword so the pommel was pointing at the same target Jax pulled the opposite trigger and double tapped the other one. This time the spike spewed from the pommel.

"Spring loaded, it takes a bit ta load them but it is a shot na one will expect. Those were practice shots, I made ya a box of real spikes from ta metal ya gave me. Should slow down just about anything."

Jax held out the blade handle first to the Kragon as he re sheathed it. The sheath popped on with a click.

"Dis meet ya requirements?"

[rachael]

When glared at, Lucast shirked back into the dark of his kitchen - a sort of sanctuary, hidden in half-shadowed sunset light filtering through dirty windows. She looked - no, Jax wasn't a soft drink sort of person... there was 3 week old milk that had started to puff, a couple fried onions that looked oddly fresh...

Sigh.

She shut the fridge and peeked out of the kitchen, shrouded in shadow for a moment - Jax was there... with what appeared very much to be a giant frog of penultimate doom! A frogman! And... he was being given weapons? Was Jax supplying an alien race with weapons technology for far-off wars? Was Jax a traitor to the human race and supplying arms to an invading force? Did Jax have any bloody soda in this place? Find out next time!

Lucy slid back into the gloom of the kitchen - she'd only been a ghost of an impression in the background anyhow... And Jax told her to stay put, didn't he? That practically meant she HAD TO MOVE - but... but Jax didn't shoot her and let her stay the night, didn't he? She sighed quietly - she hated this kind of dilemma.

Not two minutes later, the clothes were folded neatly on the counter, and a bright blue little fox was padding out of the kitchen with a catlike saunter - People didn't mind nudity on an animal, after all, even if Lucast was anything but - she looked like one. Padding up, she brushed against Jax's leg like a cat might - an exotic pet in Jax's house, she hoped, wouldn't look too terribly strange - it was like she was being disobedient in a way that didn't appear to be so! Lucy grinned inwardly about this and got an eyeful of the Krogan, innocent little ears flicking, big violet eyes searching the form of the giant monstrosity of an alien.

[wreave]

Wreave kept his arms crossed as he turned his head just enough to watch jax give his presentation. His blue stilted eye watched him with an intense focus only a krogan can give when you have their undivided attention.

Most beings wreave had been dealing with over the last three hundred years ran the other way or were on the receiving end of his undivided attention. His wide triangular face gave an amused grin at all the modifications that jax had done with his materials. He gave a low guttural but definitely amused laugh as he watched very impressed by the equipment.

Jax would make a killing if he were to ever visit his homeworld, He would make many of the clans own scientist seem like nothing more than eager hatchlings playing with fire. He took the bracer and examined it in his three digit hands before fitting it to his arm. He noticed the wight but merely chose to not acknowledged it as he crossed his arms again.

He gave an even bigger grin as he watched the blade. If jax were on the homeworld, he'd be a man worthy of being a cheiftan with his wonderful weapons a clan that would have strength beyond any of the petty warlords that live on his planet now. The idea definitely bemused him as he took the blade examining it closely.

"You have outdone yourself jax, these weapons their art. These are the greatest weapons i have seen in my three hundred years most impressive.." he said looking strait up at jax that funny krogan smile on his face.

He slid the belt over his hump and rested it over his back the blade hanging underneath one of his arms in a manner similar to a bandoleer of some kind.

"your payment." Wreave commented as he pulled out a folding pistol. "one loaded thermal clip, with two more as back up." he said calmly placing the strange mass driver weapon and two thermal clips on the table. The thermal clips were long tubes that at the moment were glowing a faint grey coloration.

"I also over rode the safety procedures so it will fire without the thermal clips however it will over heat after half the shots." The gun appeared to be a heavy hand pistol of some kind. "And it will automatically cool down after a while."

He was interested in possibly staying her but he could stay where he was for much longer because the junkyard he was staying at had a tendency to get lived in with smelly unhygenic humans. "Jax....."

wreave stopped he wasn't used to asking for help and had no idea how you went about it.

[Jax]

Jax was a bit distracted by his new 'pet' as the frogman complimented his work. He was justifiably proud of the sword and shield, some of his best work and he was glad a worthy warrior had been the one who had him make them. The payment part was usually just Jax's way of keeping score. He had little need for money except to buy more supplies for his work but this payment. despite the 'cat' at his feet, despite the aggravation of the day earlier, despite the fact he had a stranger staying the night who seemed to delight in messing with him and an alien in front of him he swore he could almost hear an angel playing an awesome guitar solo as the pistol was handed to him. He took it reverently. If he could learn the secrets of this weapon, if he could unlock it's secrets.... he would have weapons he would never sell because they would mess with things to much... but he would love to see the expression on a vamp's face as he shot him with a thermal shotgun round... he smiled at that thought... when he heard a loud knocking his front door... like someone trying to knock as loud as they could but not be heard at the same time. Jax's smile vanished as it appeared and rolling his eyes towards the heavens he looked at the ceiling. He pointed at the ceiling and yelled.

"I swear if dis is a missionary they are na leaving happy."

Moving the finger to the Krogan he looked to the 'pet' at his feet.

"Lucast, this is Wreave, he is from another planet."

Then he looked at Wreave and pointed at Lucast.

"Wreave, this is Lucast, a @^&ing shapeshifter who snuck into ma place and is staying ta night apparently with ta goal of driving ma bat ^&*# insane might work if I didn't already live dere. Now why don't ya two da me a favor and hide a bit why I scare off whoever dis is."

Jax stomped off, welding mask wiggling with each step, sparks flying from his steel toed boots, his shirt peeking through the jacket. The shirt was decorated with a simple picture of a screw, and the letter U below it. He yanked the door open enough to reveal his angry look and glared through the gap while blocking the view in with his own body and let out the breath he had been inhaling as he opened the door.

"WHAT COULD BE SO IMPORTANT DAT IT NEEDED TA INTERRUPT MA WELDING?!"

The knocker and those near him all took a step back. Sure the man glaring at them through the doorway was technically unarmed but they had seen this man bend rebar with his hands, shrug off shotgun blasts, and lift a motorcycle and hurl it at someone. They were not aware of what his power was or how it worked... just that it did and not a man of them wanted his ire directed at them. Jax for his part looked through the door and saw punks, gang wannabes who for all their big talk, their drug deals, their guns in the waistbands of their pants... would not last one second on the streets of Gotham.... plus he was betting one good jump and with their guns there they would darwin self nominate. He didn't smile at the thought... outside.

The gangsta who had knocked lowered his hand and looked around for support finding little he straightened a bit and smiled quickly though it vanished just as fast. Reaching up he took his do rag off and wrung it like a wet towel, Jax watched drops of sweat fall from it.

"Yo... Mista J... I... er.. me and da boys... from da south crew and east blood were wondering..."

Jax slowly looked behind the gangsta and noticed three different color of doorags and shirts, they were a bit apart from each other and well behind the knocker, most of them were sweating just as much as the knocker. Jax lowered his gaze back to the knocker.

"Ya want to use da 'neutral ground' right?"

The gangsta relieved he didn't have to speak again nodded vigoriously. Jax sneered in response and then resumed his normal expression as he glared at each and every gangsta in turn.

"Ya know my rules. If I have ta come out here ta remind ya of them... Ya will regret it... dat is a mother ^&@*!ing guarantee. Da ya understand dat?"

Jax watched the chorus of nods. And then slammed the door and turned back to his guests and walking over he turned up the music a bit and then regarded them for a moment before pointing at Wreave.

"Alright, I ain't explaining ya ta a group of gang wannabees, ya a client and I value ya privacy but unless ya want ta risk having ya pic taken by &@*heads with cellphones ya are gonna 'ave ta stay the night as well as da shiftah. My pile of rags is over dere, she already claimed ta couch. I think there is an old mattress upstairs or if ya perfer something less... mouse ridden ya can sleep on the recliner in front the entertainment center. Name ya poison."

[wreave]

"Alright though if they get out of hand i might just have to beat the living crap out of them." Wreave said with a grin as if the idea definitely amused him. His plates were itching but he kept his desire to kill and his fury contained. It was something expected of ever krogan when they reached puperty.

Wreve looked down at the shapeshifter and tilted his head to the side for a second and shrugged. He really didn't care what someone was everybody was entitled to who they were in his opinion. The only thing that mattered to him is they were useful or stayed out of his damn way either way.

"This weapon jax is different from anything you have seen and from what i have seen way outside your realm of technology. It is called a Mass driver pistol, unlike your big slugs with gun powder it fires little chips about the size of a grain of sand at an unheard of speed."

Wreave paused realizing he sounded like a brainiac on the matter he shrugged and continued his explanation. "The unique and my favorite thing about these guns is they will fire perfectly every time unless you fry the micro computers somehow. These computers calculate range and everything for you, all you need to do is pull the trigger. The only thing i can think that these weapons are kind of like are your experimental Gauss and rail weapons, in the sense you use electricity on a small core of element zero, which accelerates that little sand grain to speeds that give them their force. Lets just say a big enough Mass Accelerator can turn a paint chip into a nuke."

Wreave picked up the pistol and yanked out the thermal clip turned and fired the pistol into the wall. There was a flash of blue light and a a snap from the wall followed by a strange sound almost like the sound of two electrical wires hitting. There was a rather large smoldering hole in the wall. "The rounds squash themselves after penetration much like a hollow point round. The only thing is the recoil still plays a role depending on how far its shooting, the further the target is, the more recoil is produced."

He touched a small glowing red button the pistol folded in on itself. Wreave put it back down on the table, with a slight grin before turning to look at the room at large. "Well i will take the apartment, its best i don't mix with the other humans, or i might just kill them." Wreave said turning his head again looking at jax out of his right eye.

"ohh and jax those thermal clips do cool down after a couple days, they store heat dissipated from the gun. They will burn most anything, I've seen one clip cause a gas explosion. So be careful i wouldn't want to see you die." And with that wreave left the room walking upstairs without another word. "or i might just have to beat you to death in the afterlife." He muttered under his breath as he left.

He smiled to himself as he remembered what his shaman had said to someone before. 'I might have to piss on your grave.' That had been a funny comment as he gave a grin to the staircase not that he would say anything like that to jax though it was an amusing thought.