Brain and Brawn
|Scene Title||Brain and Brawn|
|Synopsis||Percy and Ras discover their family relation and discuss strategy for the weird things happening about.|
The room is slightly messy but that’s to be expected. She has posters up of Star Wars and millennium falcon covers. She has a large computing station with her laptop there hooked up to a monitor. On the wall she has several weapons, a sword, an axe and what looks like a bullet proof vest with a red hammer drawn on it. Finally admit her clothing and soda around there room there is also a HUGE bookshelf. Its stuffed full of books, Anime, Manga, comics and DVD's. Most of them are your typical nerdy stuff but some of it towards the bottom is a bit risqué. Finally across from the bed is a TV with several gaming systems..
Percy grunts a little at his storage warehouse and scratches the back of his head at a few of it's inhabitants. He leaves the U-Store and locks everything up before heading to the subway to head back to the campus…while doing so he gives a few moments to check the campus directory to find Erasma's number….which he calls.
Erasma picks up the phone…noises in the background of what sounds like a machine of some sort. "Um hi? Who…who is this?" she says her voice tinged with noticeable amount of suspicion.
There is the sound of a subway car and the rustle of static as the subway passes certain points. "This is Percy Storm….we met the other night at the Italian place…"
Erasma stops the machine, her voice slow with more suspicion. "The blonde…right I remember. Did Elin give you my number?" she asks before a pause and then. "Nevermind..what can I do for you Percy. You need something?"
Percy gives a nod of his head, not that you can really see it. "You go to my school, I checked the directory. Look…you are a…smart person, right? Like you know myths and legends and weird stuff and sci-fi, right?"
Erasma sighs lightly. "Yes…yes I am. Alright alright. Tutoring is minimum wage an hour….I am in Durland Hall, room 354 C. The apartment dorm." she says softly. "What class is it?"
Percy thinks for a moment or two. "Not really a class….look. I'll be at school in about 15 minutes…I'll meet you at Durland Hall….Be there in a few." *CLICK*
Erasma sighs and begins to put away what she was working on…the outfit she would wear when looking for a fight. Nothing complicated…but just enough to obscure her identity. The helmet would be the hardest part…she might have to find a way to order that from a cosplay website. When she is done the girl waits, cleaning up the sewing machine. "Tal….be on watch mode but silence please."
It isn't long before there is another phone call from Percy.
Erasma sighs and clicks open the phone. "Hello? Percy right? I’m opening the door to my dorm come up…." she says as she begins to make her way to the door, passing one of her roommates who offers her a disdainful look as she unlocks the door.
Percy makes his way up the stairs and down the hall and into the room, offering Erasma a small smile and a quick hand-shake if she takes it. "Thanks for seeing me. Uhmm.." He notes the roommates. "Place we can talk in private?"
Erasma is wearing a t-shirt that reads 'The cake…its delicious' and has a companion cube as well as shorts. She is sweaty at the moment and looks a bit on the grubby side. The roommate however is a beautiful blonde who smiles brightly as she see's Percy and walks over to him. "Raspy..who is your nice friend." doing her best pitiful attempt to flirt with the boy. Erasma just shrugs. "In my room if you want." she says as she shakes his hand. "Or if Rebecca catches your interest you can talk to me when you finish fucking her." she says bitterly as she storms towards her room even as Rebecca gasps out in outrage.
Percy looks at the girls for a moment and there is the -briefest- temptation in his eyes before he turns and starts to head towards Erasma's room. "Sorry, just need to talk to Erasma." He then follows her towards the room. "Know anything about the reports of monsters on the news? The rocky things with guns on their arms?"
Erasma rolls her eyes. "Poor baby, that must have been so hard for you." she says before she gestures towards the door. "Close it and lock it." she comments before she gestures. "I suppose you can sit on my bed if you need a seat."
The room is slightly messy but that’s to be expected. She has posters up of Star Wars and millennium falcon covers. She has a large computing station with her laptop there hooked up to a monitor. On the wall she has several weapons, a sword, an axe and what looks like a bullet proof vest with a red hammer drawn on it. Finally amidst her clothing and soda around there room there is also a HUGE bookshelf. Its stuffed full of books, Anime, Manga, comics and DVD's. Most of them are your typical nerdy stuff but some of it towards the bottom is a bit risqué. Finally across from the bed is a TV with several gaming systems.
Erasma boots up her computer. "Yeah I have been keeping track of it. I want to see if I can predict the next attack. Why do you want to know…thinking of writing a paper on them?"
Percy shakes his head. "No….I sort of had an idea. I'm not really a thinker, ya know….but…" He pulls out his cellphone and fiddles with it for a second. "Got a picture of one of them. Thought maybe there was a historical…uhm…pre…president?" He is of course looking for the word precedent. "And plus….they had access to guns. So they have to be getting their arms somewhere….I thought maybe you could take a look at one of the guns and see if there is any kinna marker….I mean they all have serial numbers right? And it's not too often you get monsters with guns…"
Erasma raises her brow before she takes a deep breath. "You want to fight it then I imagine? Go up in battle against it?" she asks before she nods. "Big fucking rock monsters are common. The gun I might be able to look it up." she says softly.
Percy gives a nod of his head. "It's at a storage warehouse about 15 minutes away….along with a body of one of those guys….Maybe you can have a look, maybe it will help in your investigation?" He asks. "Me?" He looks a little nervous. "Er…no." He lies. "I was uhm….just going to tell the police where to look…" He lies again. He's a terrible liar.
Erasma raises her brow before she takes a deep breath. "You want to fight this…which either means your an idiot…or you think you have a shot of taking one of these. Considering the footage of one of these things destroying police…" she says before she stands up and walks over to him. "Why should I help you get yourself killed?"
Percy looks around for a few moments and narrows his eyes at the sign of the hammer for a moment or two before looking back to you. "Because they tried really hard the first time, and couldn't do it." he offers idly tapping the lightning bolt ring on his hand as if to signify something unsaid.
Erasma raises her brow and the girl takes a breath before she walks over to him and grabs him by the arms, this close she smells like sweat, electronics and strawberry lip gloss. "Like this?" she asks before she grunts slightly but with much less effort then it SHOULD take lifts him up into the air, watching him curiously for his reaction to her unusual strength.
Percy happens to like the smell of ozone. "Something like that." He offers mildly amused. "But with a little more crunch to it." He offers as he hangs there, undisturbed by the weird display of strength. "Hephaestus?" He asks curiously.
Erasma gives a small nod to him before she gently sets him down. "Tal…operate on full capacity." she says and the computer answers back in a nasal British sounding voice. "Of course…of course…is there no end to the strange men you manage to bring home. At least try not to get drunk this time. " The girl blushes before she nods and turns back towards Percy. "Alright… I was hoping to take my band against these things…predict where the next one would show up. We could use the backup I’m sure."
Erasma gives a small grin to him. "And yeah…Hephaestus… lightning bolt. Zeus or just the family motif?"
"Zeus" he answers before pulling his keys out and taking off a key and sliding it to you. "This will get you into my storage. You'll find the body and the cannon there…don't take anything if you would…." He scratches the back of his head. "I can provide backup, for sure….I could use a band….I'm a little…alone at the moment. Just getting into this gig."
Erasma gives a small chuckle. "A son of Zeus…alone. Well that’s not going to last long." she says bitterly again as she catches the key and sits down. "I’m going to assume you can fight…as for getting you into the band. That’s not my call. I’m just the brain-slut of the group." she says in that grimly grouchy tone. "I help them with the smart stuff so they can beat it up and get the glory."
Percy gives a nod. "I'm not that smart. Just…ya know. I do the damage." He shrugs a bit. "If you can locate where the next one will pop up….we can take em…hell. Maybe we could even use their tunnels to locate them?"
Erasma shakes her head. "NEVER go into a tunnel someone else dug. They know the turf, they have the advantage…and they can bring the whole thing down on you any second. 'she says as she begins typing away. "If you want in though, call Corgan." she says before she suddenly turns with curiosity. "The interior of the rock monster….mechanical? Steam works or a pure golem…and did it have any writing on its head? If it did it might be Jewish."
Percy shakes his head. "Not a golem…checked the tongue too." He says as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed to watch you work. "Haven't cracked it open to check….I mean. Was hoping to find someone who could do a better job than me….and if you are a Scion of Heph…maybe you could take a look at that gun and see if you can rig it to work for me?"
Erasma gives a small nod. "Dammed…a little surprised you were smart enough to check that." she says with a sardonic grin before she cocks her head. "Hmm…well I would love to take a look at it, but I’m not dad. I work with electronics not big sweaty metal forges. I can try but unless you wanna rig it to play Halo I can't make promises."
Percy shrugs a little. "We are probably gonna live to be at least 2 or 3 hundred years old…I'm not in a rush." He jokes before moving to stand up. "Look, I need to get to class. Take a peek at the stuff, tell me what you think, and I'll give Corgan a call and we can set up a battle plan?"
Erasma gives a small nod before she chuckles. "Sure… sure…I will see what I can do. And tell both you and Corgan my results. Call me if you need help in a fight though. I’m bored lately." she says then gestures. "Alright then…out you go. And try not to impregnate the bitch squad. They are bad enough as is.. the last thing I need is for them to have children who are somehow related to me."
Percy smirks a little as he heads out. "No promises…." With that he leaves.
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