4106/Parked Creations

Parked Creations
Date of Scene:	19 March 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Erddrache, Hulk

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Erddrache has posed:
Today was one of the warmer days that have cropped up. Snow on the trees and the ground have begun to melt and the ponds in central park have had signs put up to wanr people not to skate on them. But still in some areas, when your far enough in, it easy to forget that there an entire city surrounding the park, the spots where you can find abandon buildings, old ruins and random artifacts. Where the occasional old car or truck is hidden among the trees from older times, and where few if any people gathered
    This is where one teenager was. Though most confused Boris for an adult. The diminitive 4ft being was dressed in oversized clothes that sat on his body oddly, as if he was more of a round canon ball with legs and arms. The park was a good place to get away, and build! What is harder to say, for currently the short figure, agaist all possible odds...was carrying an entire car-engine over his head and was trotting through the snow where a pile of mix-matched items have been gathered.

Hulk has posed:
Since the park fighting, Bruce has been steadily getting readings in and around the park from his various devices. Dressed non-descript and wearing a plain baseball cap, Doctor Banner is all around the park today.

Then, a boy carrying an entire car engine goes through his line of sight, and he freezes.

His glasses are put on as he starts to head over in that general direction, giving the items and engine a look over as his hands are stuffed into his pockets... and he hunches slightly to appear non-threatening. "You look like you're in the middle of something." Bruces tone gives an air of curious suggestion as he smiles.

Erddrache has posed:
Boris jumps startled, the engine falling over with a bang...and the boy just dissappearing into the ground which ripples as the teen is swallowed up. But he reappears soon enough crowling out, shaking dirt off.

It wasn't that Banner looked threatning - quite the opposite. But Boris when he is into something tends to not pay attention and is a natural very nervous being

As Boris rights himself, one might notice the ground was trembling ever so lightly. Not enough to make anyone fall off...it was simply present. "Ermm...yes ah be Sir." he replies back in a thick German accent. He hefts the engine back up and looks to Banner again as if unsure about things "Ermmm....tryin ta built a motarcycle...und a plane....und a hideoot"

He wasn't sure why he said this stuff, might be dull to the lack of people out here, or because if he has already beens potted, there little point in hiding. Who can say. He continues on, like a stoic moving wall towards the pile "Ummm...who are sie?" he asks as when he make it to the pile he puts the thankfully undamaged engine down next to it.

Hulk has posed:
"Bruce Evanson. A pleasure to meet you." Bruce offers a hand in handshake from a pocket, "Sounds like you have a number of projects you're working on... don't have a workshop to build out of?" Bruce inquires, looking over what he's built so far.

Erddrache has posed:
Boris eyes the hand as if it was a viper, a slight look of terror in them. Days like this he hates having manners. But he none the less reaches out his own massive hand (much larger than bruce's despite the height difference) enveloping it. Boris grip would be painfully powerful as if he would nearly break bones - though it clear he was trying to be gentle.
    "Bruce Breitbarth, ah ummm...Pleasure Mr.Evanzon" he replies back. So far Boris seems to have rebuilt an old T.V with a working antenna, has gotten the chasis of a motorcyle going - though it clearly needs work, and what looks to be large strips of metal that have somehow been melded into a...crude looking propeler despit a lack of a blowtorch or the likes. "Und aye...no werkshop. Vat git me kicked oot of meh und Pa last apartment buildin...so ah be commin oot here" he tells Bruce. He than gives pause "Yer git interest in buildin vinks too?" he wonders as he begins to dig through his scrap pile.

Hulk has posed:
"Sounds like you need to find a nice public workshop. I'd ask your school for references. Do you have shop class?" Bruce asks as he walks over, "You're going really crude here, but it looks like this is all makeshift." Bruce half states, half asks.

Erddrache has posed:
"Ah...do nit like public places, folks stare" Boris admits. He shifts uncomfortably "Ummm, ah be homeschooled rioght now. Vough pa will be seein aboot sendin meh ta a boarding school nearby soon." he looks at the stuff and rubs the back of his head "Ermm...well, aye, tis crude. Ah do nit hauf mah tools, bit ah needed vee practice wif mah abilitiez anyways" he admits. He begins to take apart the engine, not seeming to need any tools to get it going. Seems he was stripping for parts "Bit, ah understand vee basics! Pa was an engineer, taught me few vings. Und study on own too!" he says proudly, excitedly the ground shifts violenty in tune with his sudden excitment.

Hulk has posed:
"That's going to happen whether you want it or not, so I can understand that completely." Bruce notes, before he starst to fiddle with the design himself, checking, noting, helping to build where there are obvious issues. "You've got potential." Bruce remarks... then, he looks to the ground with a frown as the ground shifts underneath. "Uh... was that you?" Bruce asks, a bit nervously.

Erddrache has posed:
"Do folks stare at yer like yer goin ta kill em?" Boris wonders. The general shape of the items where good - Boris clearly had a good grasp on the basics, though some of the placement of parts needed work. The motocycle chasis for instance had the obviouse issue that the pipes where the gasoline would run through need some rearranging, and many of the wires could have done with better placement as well. As Bruce asks if that was him....Boris face, what can be seen of it turns reddish in embarressment. Now instead of the ground lurching violently, it was an overall more powerful rumble, the tree shaking off the snowed on branches, but otherwise was manageble "Ermmm...yes. Sorry. Hauf much trouble wif vat" he admits. His eyes screw togeather in concentration...and the ground sorta softens in its rumblings. But not by much

Hulk has posed:
Bruce gets to work on working to fix some of those issues himself, "Come here. Let me show you something." Bruce gives in reply as he pulls on electrical gloves from his pockets, and gets to work on the wiring, "You've got a few problem here, and here. Proper wiring structure is crucial for motorcycles due to the bounce. Remember that."

Erddrache has posed:
Boris lumbers over curiouse now. As he watched to study the ground naturally calmed down more. The young man even went so far as to open his jacket and pull out a notebook and pen. The notebook was filled with different designs - most unlikely to work, but when your interested in something, you just have to go with it. He writes down what bruce does and what he says "Rioght...bit how about makin et completly eletrical? Vee motor ah fetch" he gestures to it "Iz fer vee plane...bit wonderin if vee cycle kin be fully electric? Und how would sie git et to...oh, carry aroon oh...600 pounds of weight, give or take?" he asks seeming quite serious.

Hulk has posed:
"Plenty of ways to go all electric on motorcycles. Getting 600lbs as standard though? That'd mean a sturdy frame. You might be looking at a custom job for that." Bruce notes, before he moves onto the piping, "This will need an overhaul, and that means a day of work, probably." Then, Bruce looks back to Boris, "Is this a hobby, or are you looking to go professional?"

Erddrache has posed:
Boris crosses his arms "An entire overhaul? DARN ET!" he crosses his arms seeming frustrated at the idea, the ground of course heaving. And...than there the sound of tearing as bone like blades rip through his coat on his back. Frustration...quickly turns to complete and utter dismay. His goes stone still, hoping Bruce didn't notice "Ermm...tis a hobby really, bit ah like buildink vings. Et kind of a neccisity wif meh" he was slowly edging around the pile, never turning his back towards Bruce, he was sure he had a spare coat somewhere.

Hulk has posed:
"You have passion, so you found the thing you like to do early in life. Not many people get to say that." Bruce gives in advice, "I can recommend some public workshops to do this from so you have a nice clean area and actual advisors." Bruce takes out a notepad then and a pen, and writes some a few locations... before he pulls the sheet, and hands it to Boris, "I hope this work for you, I really do." Bruce gives with a warm smile.

Erddrache has posed:
Boris accepts the paper and bliks. "Ermm...Vank sie Mr.Evanson! Sie are a very kind stranger" he says seeming happy but nervous about it. Of course an actual workshop would be better! But...people...he get nervous enough as it is...but perhaps it will be worth it. He tucks it into his notebook that he seem to keep ideas in...and also dives behind the pile finally. He rustles about and soon comes up with a new coat. "Bit...judging by vee looks of et...vis be good bye" he muses, sensing it was bout that time when folks part ways