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[What a weird fucking kid. Dodger groans, but picks the dog up and carries him to the elevator.

Dear god is Brink heavy, when his super strength is suppressed.

It takes a while for him to show up, lugging the slumped dog around in his arms with Brink's broken head on his shoulder, and carrying a bag in one hand that contains the pieces he could find around the charred hallway after the fight.]

[Machines, amirite. Part of the reason he didn't want to go down to wherever Dodger lived--he didn't want to have to lug around his toolbag or anything of the sort to go on a repair job.

Either way, Dodger won't be greeted at the door by Noiz himself, but rather, the door's going to be cracked open and a number of... very odd, rabbit-faced blocks are going to be rolling around in wait for the strange guest.

Upon seeing him, they'll all start yelling in an odd high pitch, about an 'intruder' or accusing him of looking 'scary'.

And just as Noiz had promised, the house is definitely a mess. But not in a general sense--it's clean in terms of dirt or garbage, but...

There's computer parts everywhere. Extra bags of wiring spilling out in the hallway, a number of computer set-ups in the livingroom with cables stretching up the hallway and into the apparent bedrooms.

Sitting in the middle of the livingroom, surrounded by blue holographic screens sits the kid Dodger wouldn't have met or even heard until this moment...

Slowly turning his heavily-pierced head to give the other a look.]

Looks heavy.

[He hadn't really known anything about this kid until now, so it's definitely new... but not really a surprise. The kid looks like he would get along well with some of the pests he had to deal with in his own world, Dana Tempest and her dumbass gang of edgy hacker lesbians.]

It's a dog. [He shrugs, maneuvering the wiring to place Brink down next to Noiz. He flinches a bit as something rattles around inside the dog when he touches the floor.] How long do you figure it'll take to patch him up?

[He runs his fingers along the scorched parts of the dog's 'fur', before pulling its head up to look at the spot where the robot looked as if it had been hit with a piece of lead pipe. He's frowning--but it looks as if Noiz has a face that isn't built for any other expression, so who knows.

Finally, after a nearly oppressive silence, he looks up at the other with dull, baby-grass green eyes.]

I need to reconstruct part of its head.

Rewiring and turning back on mechanics is easy.

Making old parts work with new ones...

It'll take a while.

[The way he talks, his tone is low, quiet--his words brusque. He has an accent, as well, but it may be a little hard to place right away. German.]

What do you use it for.

[Despite himself... he'd finally gotten used to referring to Brink as 'he', and it's a little annoying to hear him referred to as 'it' again. But he keeps it to himself because he can tell Noiz couldn't care less.]

Security, mostly. And grocery shopping.

[Read: trips to the liquor store.]

Turns out he wasn't much help against the guy that did this to him, though - he got kicked by a horse.

[Noiz may notice the dent in his head is... actually shaped a lot like a hoofprint.]

[The biggest difference between Noiz and Aoba would be here: Aoba and others who had allmates treated their robots as friends. They had voices, personality, could do things for you and hold conversations. Therefore, it was easy for people to get attached to them.
However, Noiz... only ever saw them as tools, and therefore, when a tool got broken. You got a new one. So referring to an Allmate as a gender, by their name...

There's a reason why his own Allmate (Which is currently rolling around Dodger's feet and making low 'Pi, Pi!' noises) had such a pathetic name.]

A good use for one.

But they do have more uses than that.

[He turns his head, though... looking at him with a raised eyebrow.]

A horse.

That's strange.

Yeah, I know.

[That whole encounter had been pretty fucking strange... everything from having his door burnt down until he got handed off to Reaper.]

Brink mentioned being able to make web searches and shit, contact people on the network for me... [He glances down at the little rabbit cubes, blinking in bemusement. He still hasn't connected that they're the same thing as Brink.] ...What else are they good for?

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[As they talk, he's going to pull a tool out from one of the boxes near the couch to start unscrewing useless bits of scrapped metal off the thing's face as they talk.]

They can be used like computers, and user interfaces. They can also be a GPS, telephone... they can do your banking and keep a schedule for you.

...They can hack into sub-systems and create proxies for you, as well as break firewalls and encrypt your information so you can't be traced.

[This is the most he's spoken in a while. Amazing.]

...
And they can interface with videogames, like Rhyme.

[He raises a brow like that. Figures someone like him would be a hacker... Dana Tempest really would like him. Most still, the thought of Brink being able to do things like that is kind of... exciting.]

He can do all that by default?

[Brink had made himself out to sound like a commercial product... it seems dangerous, but then again, so are computers.]

.....Rhyme?

An AllMate is only as good as its user.

[Again, a weirdly short, but to the point answer. He doesn't feel the need to explain that why an AllMate would be useful for a hacker to get a job done--if the Hacker wasn't skilled, the AllMate wouldn't compensate for actual ability.

He pauses in his work, taking out a pair of pliers from his toolkit next.]

...

Rhyme.

The VR game from back home that I was nearly undefeated in.

[Well. He likes the kid's style, all things considered. So he just nods quietly.]

So, you're trying to recreate the game here? [A pause.] Lucky me, then, getting ahold of the console early.

[Not that he has any idea how Brink would run a VR game, but... hell, he barely knows how to use a controller. Who is he to question it.

He picks one of the Usagimodoki off the ground and turns it over in his hand to inspect it.]

What are these?

Yes.

[Another short, brusque answer. This entire set-up, this mess of wires and the literal dozens of computers and cameras set up around the room...

It was all his attempt at re-creating Rhyme so he could have something fun to do again. Because it wasn't fun, honestly, just sitting around in a world where everything was strange and boring and painless.]

It won't be a console, it'll be projectable everywhere. [Vague, and he won't be explaining unless asked, but--he turns his head when Dodger picks up the small block. Which... now that it's in the others' hand, it's going to start softly crying with a low 'Pi, Pi' nose.]

...Usagimodoki.

It's my AllMate.

Th- it's the same thing as Brink?

[What a weird name, too... but with no knowledge of Japanese he doesn't catch the meaning. He ends up tossing the cube up in the air and catching it idly, while he watches Noiz work.]

Tech in your world must be something else, huh... I know a few chicks that would kill to have a cute keychain like this for a computer.

Aa. The same thing. AllMates come in all shapes and sizes.

[He's not really watching the other toy with the rabbity block, even if the thing starts yelling in its obnoxiously pitched voice when it's tossed around, followed by quiet crying noises. It's... an unbelievably childish AllMate in all ways, despite the owner.]

The more popular models for girls are teacup dogs. And a model for Kittens just came out back home. [There's a light snap sound as Noiz finally manages to pull a twisted screw out of the side of Brink's head.]

Technology is how the world runs, back home. It' weird to be surrounded by nature. [Like how everything is so... green here.]

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