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[the image turns on, showing a blonde young woman sitting at a desk in what looks like a very ramshackle office. She's wearing a yellow domino mask]

So, I guess it's time I stopped draggin' my heels on this. Name's Golden Dragon!

Iiiiii'm not an Omegafriend, but I got this watch saying I'm buddy buddy with you guys. I like helping the little guy, so I'm sort of running this "heroes for hire" thing...

Errr. Not that I'm charging people for saving them, I just think there should be someone on the streets that people can approach with their problems, you know?

Of course, making some money would help... especially when the roof leaks...

So yeah! Any of you guys neeed help, you best be dragon yourself down here, m'kay? Heh heh heh...

[and the rest of the video is Yang laughing at her own bad joke]

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I do a lot of machine work, so I am sure we could trade notes.

Cool. I'll show you my Ember Celica, and you can show me whatever it is you cooked up.

Well, I am working in my workshop now if you want to come over. I have mostly improved old Cael designs, though one a friend came up with much more recently.

Sounds like a good idea. Just tell me where to go.

The Kid gives her the address for his cafe and telling her to come in around the back.

[Yang arrives in due time, waving as she steps inside]

Yo, it's me, Golden Dragon. You still here, guy?

The kid had converted this back workshop into a rather complicated mishmash, but it was own place of Caeldonia here in Venture City. On the wall to Dragon's left was a wall with dedications to people we had all known, along with the pillars of culture in Caeldonia. Pictures, art, short blurbs. Though GD couldn't read the language, doubtful she knew Cael.

To the right far wall was most of the kid's armory. His armor was sitting there. We had patched that thing together so many times, looked more like a hunk of scrap than a real piece of armor at this point. Other weapons, some of them like the Army Carbine or Dueling Slingers might look familiar to those into American old Western Paraphernalia, but stuff like the Fang Repeater and Galleon Mortar didn't look like their Earth counterparts in the least.

The walls themselves were lined with different artifacts. The gramaphone and watch might look right, but the kid's marshall badge was hung in a case and didn't look anything like in Earth. Then there was the pictures of the God's on the wall, though only Pyth the bull had anything dedicated to him. A shield hung below the bull's shrine and a plush doll of him sat on top of it. The Gods were mostly undone as far as the Kid was concerned but he preserved their pictures and names, but Pyth had given him a shield that nothing could break. Least he could do was honor him a little.

Other than that the other stuff was just odds and ends really. A few grenades hung in the armory that looked odd to anyone from this region. The kid also had a laptop charging on a fold out table next to the workbench he used to load and maintain his weapons. Thing was a little scuffed and burned, but the lights on it flickered like they should. There was door that lead towards the fermenting tanks. In the room was a little bobbing creature, about the same shape as a Comma, with a bright blue tail and a black head with beady blue eyes. Top of its head had three red marks down it, the middle one the largest. It was floating lackadaisically about the room.

The kid waved over to her as she came in. He put down his tools to walk over, the Calamity Cannon on the bench as he looks her over.

"Welcome to my workshop. I am The Kid."

His scarf was haphazardly on his face, mostly just hanging around his black shirt.

Yang couldn't helpt but whistle when she got a look at everything. She began to walk around, hands on her hips, as she took stock of everything around her.

"You certainly have your share of gadgets," she said. "If my sister were here she'd be freaking out, I think."

"Not all of it is that interesting, but yeah, have a large collection. Most the stuff I work on though is on the side."

The Kid gestured to the armory. His weapons looked practical and impractical, depending on which you were looking at. To the average observer, the Fire Bellows would probably appear the oddest. Just some bellows painted red with some other gadgets hanging off it. Of course the Cinders would be mighty sore if you actually insulted it.

Provided any of them were left anymore.

"So what does your device do?"

"Yeah, but the fact you put them together is still pretty amazing," she said, continuing to look through the collection.

Then, he asked about her's. Yang grinned. "Check it out."

She held up her arms, and the golden bands around her wrists began extending and telescoping, becoming gauntlets that covered most of her yellow arms. The last portion to click into place was a spinning cartridge magazine on each one.

The Kid looked at her click everything in place, not having a chance to correct her on the fact he put them together. He improved 'em so he had replaced all their parts at some time or another, but he had never built them in the first place. Though I helped him with the Calamity Cannon, since that bit wasn't quite standard stuff.

"Queer but look good. Too bad I do not have a firing range around here."

"Eh, I don't want you to have to replace a bunch of stuff. I can be pretty destructive."

She looked back at the gadgets.

"So, feel like filling me in on what some of this does?"

The Kid nodded.

"I can not replace most of it, so would be wise."

Being from a place that had been destroyed had its disadvantages. The Kid does pull out a few things.

"I will spare you going over the Musket, carbine, and pistols. Those are pretty common around here."

The kid decides to start with the cannon though, since it was laying there and it was somewhat heavy.

"This is what is called the Calamity Cannon. It is energized by... well, what destroyed my home. But it is powerful enough to be worth the bad memories. It fires a large ball of intense energy. I can adjust it to fire clusters or dividing explosives. Though it takes something from you, so I have to drink something special before trying it."

Yang's eyes widen at that description. She kind of loses him after the "destroyed my home" part; but then, who wouldn't?

"Your home was destroyed? What...? ... I mean, if you don't want to talk about it, I understand, but wow...!"

"Yes. It... I do not know how exactly it happened. I just woke up, and I was floating in the sky. I never really had time to stop and think about it, too busy."

"... still. That couldn't have been easy for you..."

"I don't know. I think..."

The kid took a moment to breath.

"I did not have much. There was a girl I had a shine on for, but we never really got for. I mean, I miss my home, but I suppose it was easier for me to accept it than might have been for others."

"... That's kind of sad," she said, frowning. "I mean... losing everything is one thing, but... not having a connection to it... It must have been really lonely, at least."

"I met other Survivors after the whole mess. I feel more connected with it after everything is gone than before. Though I think that has more to do with my friends than having lost everything."

Yang listened, considered that, and after a moment, finally nodded.

"I see," she said. "... I suppose, looking at it from the outside, I can't really fully understand."

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"I do not expect you to. Do not really like going over it."

The kid hesitates for a moment, not sure where to take the topic to.

"Then let's just leave it there," she said with a nod. "Now, what do you say we test one of these babies out, hm?"

"Sure, I think there is a shooting range in the omagefriends base. We should head there to test these out. Help minimize property damage."

"Sounds like a plan to me," she said with a nod.

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