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Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.10.07 05:19:00 -
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Demel hunches over in his formal attire ((grey formal buttoned dress shirt and a closed black vest with red "Victorian vine" like detailing, along with black formal pants and formal shoes)), staring at a monitor screen centered on his desk, the sound effects of lasers from the video game he plays echo in a small notes inside the spacious room. He takes a second to eat his noodles from a mug, resuming quickly to his monitor, biting lip, eyes wide open. The office is a slight white gray with lights that outline the perimeter of the ceiling, a cabinet with guns, handbags, small computers, devices, and trinkets file inside of it. In the middle is the desk from which Demel is hunched over, and behind lies a glass sliding door and a long corridor where the muffled and low noise of gunfire can be heard from Maximia, firing down the firing range. The outside of the office door is decorated "Derringer Defenses" in a bold and geometrical font, engraved in a platinum rhombus, the words "Self Defense At A Low Expense" follow suit as a tagline, "Co-owned by Demel Derpovsky and Maximia Beflas" at the very bottom. |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.10.07 05:33:00 -
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Maximia Beflas wrote:
"We 'oughta make more left handed weapons." She says, patting Demel on the head and ruffling his hair to get his attention.
"You 'oughta learn how to shoot right handed." Demel snickers, imattating Maximia's accent.
He pauses his game and moves his head to Maximia's scratching and ruffling, smiling at the touch.
"So the factory called and they say that we might have to pay more for rent. Make sure you check the numbers and the...doodly doos," He says while twirling his finger in a circle towards Maximia, squinting his eyes as he plans while he speaks, "We don't want to have to talk to the foreman again....honestly I'm getting sick of his attitudes. We might need to find another factory if we can't pay up....or....do more contracts....."
He then rests his head on his arms, looking towards the door and back at Maximia, wondering how his life came up to this moment of boredom and slow progress.
"...you needed me to fix some guns right?" He finally says after some time has passed.
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Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.10.08 01:31:00 -
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Maximia Beflas wrote:
"Yeah they'll be in the lockar. Make sure you fix those prot-types, we 'ave been getting complaints about one of tha' modls' jamming aft' ten shots." She says, throwing her legs on top of the desk, resting them between Demel and the monitor.
Demel takes his hands off the monitor and finishes his noodles quickly, pausing and looking at the closet for some time, then back at Maximia, inhaling deeply and exhaling into an exaggerated sigh.
"I'll be at the...Hex club, I want to check up on the bar...I'll get the guns fixed after that."
He then hops off his chair and walks towards the door, wiggling his legs towards his hips, his chest, and then his arms and head as he wakes up the muscles.
"And get off the desk...with you're weight it'll snap like a cookie...." |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.10.19 17:48:00 -
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Demel opens his office and finds it empty, Maximia had run off to somewhere else. He pauses at the door and shrugs. He didn't need her for now. He makes his way towards the gun range and then opens a door inside of it, showing a ladder and a tight space to climb down into, grungy lights illuminate as he makes his descent into his work area. A brightly lit area where a Caldari music radio automatically plays at his presence, holographic screens and strips of light illuminate the ceiling. The collage and mixtures of light reveal the industrial and various mechanical gears and rickety machines inside the work-bench and basement of his office.
He then makes his way over to a small bed in the corner and throws himself ontop of it, it creaking to his fall. "What a wonderful day...." He sighs to himself as he maneuvers his hand around to pull a holographic screen towards him. Demel then lies there, sketching and piecing together blueprints he has collected over the years and various other instruments, sketching and outlining the creation of a large blast door for Jakar amidst a various tango of holographic screens covering the walls and in between them and the pulsing sound of Caldari electro-dance music... |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.10.30 06:10:00 -
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Demel closes his eyes and slowly falls forward onto Maximia, closing his eyes and relaxing under her chin with a long sigh. The drugs were beginning to crash on him. He suddenly jolts upwards, a new message on his neocom.
True Adamance wrote:
He taps out the message quickly.
Greetings Demel
May the Grace of God be upon you.
I am in the market for some up market vehicle components to service my personal fleet of HAV. I was told that such might be able to be acquired from you at Derringer Defences. I will return to the Offices later today, or you may find me in the Summit's Gymnasium.
Respect, and in the name of God.
Kador Ouryon
"Whatzap?" Maximia says, looking up at him and finishing her cleaning.
"Got a message from an acquaintance...maybe friend..." Demel mutters and replies swiftly.
Hello Kador,
It is of great pleasure that I can help you create your new arsenal of HAVs. Unfortunately, I am a designer and my corporation doesn't have the assets to produce such large behemoths. It isn't my first time designing a customized HAV, so I maybe to some use of you.
I did not know that the IGS had a Gymnasium. I'm making a visit soon with my co-worker Maximia.
Let the Winds and your God always be in your favor and help you pave your path to righteousness
"More money?" Maximia says with a sarcastic, questioning tone and a smirk
Demel looks at Maximia with wide eyes and whispers, "There's gold in them hills."
She roles her eyes and strokes Demel's hair, brushing her fingers through them, making Demel relax and close his eyes, moving his head to the sensation of Maximia's caress, "And where are the hills?" Maximia asks
"With a man," Demel opens his eyes and looks at Maximia, "In a gymnasium...."
Maximia laughs at the illustration in her mind and smiles at Demel, "What about the other one who needed gates?"
"Hrm...true." Demel sighs and turns around, looking at the holographic screen on his desk. |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.10.31 01:08:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:Jakar steps into Derringer Defenses and Office and looks around. The lobby has a very Caldari feel to him. He takes a seat in the lobby and crosses his right leg over his left as he pulls up his NeoCom. He sends a message to Demel.
"Are you in your office? I'm in the lobby."
Demel jumps a little as another message is notified on his neocom. A grin comes over his face and he hops off Maximia's lap.
"Customers!" Demel signs happily while skipping in prancing steps across the office towards the door.
He then suddenly stops at the door, his expression becoming calm and emotionless, and slowly opens the door to peek his head outside.
"Hello Jakar," He says as he takes a step into the lobby, "Come on in, I've just made some renders of your door." |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.11.04 02:59:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote: Jakar stands and returns the bow. "Yes, thank you," he responds, walking towards the office door.
Demel walks in behind him, he uses his neural neocom interface to activate the tea kettle in the corner of the office.
He then closes the door behind him and gestures a chair for him to sit on with a slow gracious movement
He slowly walks over to his chair and sits in it, crossed legged in a feminine manner with his index finger placed gently in the groove of his lips, he takes a bit of time to look at the table blankly, collecting his thoughts and what flavor of tea he'd prefer.
He suddenly clasps his hands and inhales deeply after 5 seconds of his thoughtful intermission, looking up at Jakar he breaks his formal attitude, "Caldari" tone into a warm and innocent smile with chipper eyes. "So," He says while placing a hologram projector onto the table, "Here is what you might have wanted..."
The air glows as the projector beams rays of light, collecting into a model of a large door with hefty pneumatics, ceiling mechanisms, and thick or perhaps copious amounts of steel.
"I don't think even a misfit's nuclear warhead could blast through that....might make a scratch."
He then pulls out a thin telescoping wand and smirks at his creation, pride was seeping through him, whether this was done on purpose to match the warm Gallente social-norm or simply overwhelming glee in his creation, could be left for debate.
"As you can see based on the various systems and engineering, the thing shuts faster than an avian can bat a wing....maybe faster depending on the size of the avian- no less this thing closes fast and when it closes," He takes a second to breath in, "It closes fast."
He clears his throat for a second and twirls his stick in his hand. He manipulates the projector with a remote and shows a 3/4 view of the door from the air
"An optional feature I've added is the melting of these rods inside the door," He gestures to them with his stick, making a slight effort to point at them, "there..no...um....yeah there-. This makes the door shut tight, locked and indefinably locked, making it impossible to hack through it. The only method to get around this, is the closed terminal on the side."
"Of course the thing comes with a small shield generator, if you want, an armor repair module, if you want again, and I can throw in some fancy decor and flashy holo-signs, ...if you want."
He places his hands in front of his face and rests his elbows on the table and smiles at Jakar with calm eyes.
"So...you like what you're seeing?" He says soothingly with an eager grin, hidden by his hands clasped in front of his face. |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.11.05 05:18:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote: "I do like what I see. It's mostly going to be retracted, I hope, so it shouldn't need any signage. I like the melting rods. The shield generator and armour repair may not be necessary if it can take a 'misfit's nuke'.
"Well you never know...who knows if there'll be a real nuke," Demel smiles and leans back in his chair with a slight chuckle, "It's always possible to add it in after. No rush, you can always change your mind."
Jakar Umbra wrote: What's the time frame for you to assemble the materials and have it built?"
Demel blinks a little and looks to his side at some "chicken scratch" he had done on a tissue paper he had found.
"Well," He says with a scratch behind his head, he shifts his gaze back up to Jakar and sits up, putting his elbows onto the table and flipping his bangs, "I've estimated 3 hours with excessive labor, but 5 if minimal. So, perhaps 4 hours or so...."
"It's really a quick fix and instillation, of course the crew would have construction grade exosuits and appropriate construction rig, also this doesn't include testing- which wouldn't take even 30 minutes, and not to forgot, no special 'dooblidy-doos'." |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.11.11 00:33:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote: "On-site construction would be better, just in case any quick adjustments need to be made. Send it to the club's entrance. Just be sure to give me a precise time of arrival so we can be ready."
Demel then smiles at Jakar's request and claps his hands three times. He takes a second to make a note of the request in his neural neocom as a note, and then addresses it as a message to Maximia.
"It is done!" He sits up and extends his arm outward for Jakar to shake.
"Construction should begin shortly, you might want to notify staff, I'll send you a precise date some time later on."
He then takes a step back and bows towards Jakar. |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.11.13 07:23:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:
"Thanks a lot Demel. Now I think I should make my way back to the club before something else happens."
Demel watches Jakar walk out and opens the door for him on the way out. "Thank you," He smiles calmly back at him"I'm glad to be over service."
As the door slowly closes behind him, Demel's chipper attitude disappears, his mask unravelled, to show an unemotional, deep in thought expression. Slowly pacing himself towards the tea on the counter, he calculates the date till all of the shipments arrive with every slow, silent step. He pours himself a cup and downs the hot liquid as soon it fills his Caldari tea-cup. He then seethes a little, placing the tea-cup on his desk and climbing down the maintenance ladder to his quarters. He then slumps on the bed and contacts Maximia on his neocom. |
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