The machine was distracting, humming behind the woman with the strange accent in the strange clothes with the strange curiosity and that wasn’t even considering the fact that she’d appeared out of nowhere. Abigail was beginning to get irritated over the lack of answers she was receiving and the sheer amount of confusion she was getting in its place. “Of course it’s this advanced.” She snarled, irate. “We might be a little bit slum but that don’t mean we’re obsolete.”
Abigail’s pale gray eyes raked across the slender woman’s form, judging and discerning, before settling on the cabinet behind her. Shushing a machine was completely pointless; besides, the hum of the machine wasn’t irritating. To the contrary, she quite liked it, though she was more than a bit biased. Well, she didn’t like it as much as she might if it hadn’t crashed into her wall. “Time machine? Are you from the capitol? Z’at why you’re wondering about my ion blaster?” Automatically defensive, she snapped the button to power on the weapon. “I obtained it legally, though I ain’t a bit afraid to use it illegally if the need so arises. And don’t be stupid, time machines are a myth, ain’t nobody managed to make one.”
“Madam, nothing is impossible!” She patted the metal cupboard fondly. “There are such strange things in the world; haven’t you ever noticed? Those stars in the sky are dead by now, yet they still shine so very brightly for us. Arguably, that would be considered time travel, wouldn’t it?” The Asian woman smiled once again. “Just trust me, alright? Or at the very least, believe me. I mean you no harm, and I’m not from…whatever this ‘capitol’ is.”
Abigail couldn’t resist an uneasy shift; the constant polite tone in which the other woman spoke with her made her wary. Few people around the area spoke so civilly to one another. Most were either like family or not to be trusted, and so there was typically no need for such a warm tongue. Still, though, the things she was saying were true, no one could deny that. Her finger tapped restlessly against the barrel of the ion blaster, before she lowered it warily. “I guess I believe you. Never heard of a capitol who tried to make a time machine. They’re usually too busy hunting down innocent people.” Abigail gave a little sniff of annoyance, and then boldly walked forward; the other woman appeared unarmed, and if not, she had an ion blaster handy. A gloved hand rested upon the cabinet. “A time machine, huh?”
With a triumphant smile, she scanned the room while talking. “Thank you, Miss…I’m sorry, I haven’t had time to catch your name.” This was a repair shop of some type, no doubt about that. And oh, how the machines reached out to her! They’ve never had that ability before; it was like stretching new muscles. Although she had been expecting it, she was still surprised to feel a few robots scattered about as well. None of them whole; as the girl had said, this was a pretty poor part of the city. And even in a poor part of the city, some authorities had to have been alerted to the sound of Idris crashing into a wall. There would probably be someone here in approximately 5 minutes. Her brilliantly violet eyes flicked back to the girl. She wasn’t bad looking.
“Dumont.” She said stiffly, still looking over what appeared to be a largely innocent cabinet (innocent aside from the wreckage of her shop anyway) - or what she would’ve considered a large cabinet, if she couldn’t feel the hum from the machine. The woman hadn’t answered her question about the nature of the machine, which irked her a bit, but she didn’t press the matter. It was more important to get it out of here before the capitol authorities showed up to investigate. Unfortunately, hiding something of this amount of damage would probably require more damage to be convincingly something other than “large flying cabinet that smashed into my wall from nowhere”. She grumbled a bit under her breath and tightened the grip on her ion blaster; blowing apart her wall wasn’t on the top of her agenda, but if a “misfire” kept them out of her shop, she’d do what was necessary. “Abigail Dumont. Any way you can move this thing? It’s in th’ way a bit.”
“Ah!” The woman exclaimed, as though only now remembering she crashed a time machine through a mechanic’s wall. “Yes, yes, I suppose I could. I’ll need to borrow a few components, however. She’s a bit cramped inside; I need the extra space.” Without even waiting for an answer, the technopath started flitting about the various workbenches. She was quite pleased with the selection; far better than anything found in 2011. “Dearest Abby, what do you know about transcendental properties when applied to a specific interior?” As she spoke, her hands deftly put together a device from the selection of parts she had gathered before her.
“What did you call me?”
“Nothing, Idris~!”
Her face, no doubt, was priceless as she watched the woman begin to pilfer about Abigail’s things as if they were her own. A deep part of her wanted to shout at her like a child and demand for her to stop, but if it got her out of the way… “What’s that?” She lifted an eyebrow at the woman, clearly questioning. “Can’t say I’ve ever applied anything transcendental to an interior myself, though I’ve heard ‘bout some places in the cities that have it. Nothin’ we c’n afford down here, though.” Abigail could respect that the woman knew what she was doing, and possibly what she was talking about, but she couldn’t hold back a frown whenever she addressed ‘Idris’. “Like I said, it’s Abigail. Not Idris.”
