Information

Moira Brown
Legacy Name: Moira Brown

The

Hydrus Charlie
Owner:

kokoMO

Age: 12 years, 6 months, 2 weeks

Born: October 1st, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 6 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: October 1st, 2011

Statistics

Level: 1,269
Strength: 2,043
Defense: 2,001
Speed: 2,030
Health: 3,053
HP: 3,051/3,053
Intelligence: 2,464
Books Read: 1556
Food Eaten: 11
Job: Director of SAI

Story by the literary GENIUS:

Frode

The dusty wind made you wince as you ducked inside a recessed doorway, made of the same patchwork metal material as the rest of the town. Kiloton, one of the few safe havens in the wasteland that used to be a thriving continent of Subeta. Now reduced to dust, dirt, and blood.
And bullets. Lots of those.
You opened the door and stepped inside the large warehouse-looking establishment. All the stores here looked cobbled together from bits of scrap metal because...well, they were. But life went on. This happened to be the last store on your shopping list. What was it called...ah yes, Buckets and Bits.
As you stepped inside, the howling winds outside were reduced to a dull purr. The shop was fairly cluttered, random pieces of machinery littering the numerous tables scattered about. There was a larger table with a cash register, as well as a few semi-functioning computers.
You turn to look around, and notice a strange-colored support beam....
It blinked.
GAH!
You can't help but let out a not-so-intelligent yelp as the rust-colored Charlie peels itself off the shadow-swathed section of the wall, chuckling softly.
No worries, I get that a lot. I'm just the guard. You'll be looking for Moira- she's around here somewhere.
Hey, Rusty do we have a visitor?
Yep.
Tell them I'll be down in a minute!
The charlie looks over to you and grins.
She'll be down in a minute.
You share a chuckle with the easygoing guard, noticing he never let one of his hands stray from his gun-belt. So, he was one of the smart and nice guards. That was good.
The not-so-smart ones that were as nice as Rusty usually were shot. Multiple times.
Hi there!
For the second time that day, you were nearly shocked out of your skin- but thankfully managed to not let out a yell. Somehow Moira had walked up to you without a sound. She was a Hydrus Feli, from what you could tell, which was odd considering the dry climate.
Oops! Sorry about that! I guess it's working as expected!
Moira sat back on her haunches and unclipped a device from the large toolbelt she wore, and tapped the circular device with a claw.
Yep!
She then turned to look back at you- an halfway between amusement and embarrassment.
Silly me. I'm Moira Brown by the way! We haven't gotten many customers in the past week or so, so this is a nice surprise! What can I do for you?
You look at the slip of tattered and slightly-burnt paper still clasped in your gloved hand.
Umm...I need a transducer for a......electrode oscillator?
Who knew that fixing a blender could be so complicated? Then again, when said blender was a cobbled together mess composing of parts from a car, television, and about three computers, that was to be expected.
Moira's tail swished back and forth as you read, and you couldn't restrain a smile as she scratched at her cheek and winced, seeing a green slime on her claws.
Uhhh Rusty, is there still that green slime on the back of my head and left cheek?
Rusty took a quick look and nodded.
Yep.
The feli pouted, quickly walking over to a large book on a nearby table and jotting down what appeared to be notes, talking to herself as she did so.
Note to self...beware of residue resulting from crossing aspects of flesh eating bugs with the genetic code of common fruit. Washing appears to have minimal effect.
She then padded back over to you, acting as though all was normal in the post-apocalyptic world.
Did you decide on what you need?
You nodded, showing her the paper, which held a few other mechanical knick-naks.
Oh? One of those! I think I have one around here somewhere.....
Within a few minutes she had placed the jumble of components in a large basket, then setting it on the counter.
You're in luck! You got the last one that's in good condition. Our supply was damaged when we were trying a pest repellent for some of the small rodents in town....
What happened?
The sour look on her face signified the result was less than gratifying.
Well....The repellant worked, but the poor rats exploded. Violently.
You weren't sure whether to laugh or run away, so you settled on a nervous chuckle.
She tapped a few keys on the ancient cash register and wiped some dust off the display to take a closer look at the numbers.
Hmm. That'll be three keys and seventeen bottlecaps!
Bottlecaps and keys- the common currency of this area. Keys were worth more, due to their metallic value and scarcity. Bottle-caps were everywhere, and not worth nearly as much.
You placed the currency on the table, and she quickly counted it off and stored it in the register as you walked towards the door.
Thank you for coming! Feel free to come back anytime!
As you opened the door you heard a faint screech.
Oh crud. Rusty, be sure not to let it eat any plasma batteries this time!
You didn't bother to stay and find out what 'it' was, clasping your coat about you as you plunged back into the wasteland.