::004th Interrogation::

[pnshandnslv]

[Action A: 5719 Cunningham Lane]
[Poor Barricade... after opening a package marked to him, he was met with a regain. It wasn't that bad, but it might cause one to take another look. Questions that were not needed may arise, and because of this he had to find a way to hide his hands.

While he could easily flex his claws like that of a cat, his hands still looked cybernetic. Jointed metallic fingers and gears were easily visible and needed to be hidden. Perhaps he was being ... paranoid.

He covered his hands in a wrapped up shirt, and pondered...]


[Phone]

I'm in need of some... help... Perhaps someone who knows how to deal with... fabrics?

Comments

[alt_for_norge]

Normal body, hmm?

[He nods again]

Mm, leather would be best. I will have to make them from scratch, I think. It will take a little time. Not long.

[pnshandnslv]

For as long as I've been here, I am still not used to being... human...

Your work is most appreciated.

[alt_for_norge]

You have been here a long time?

[A faint smile twitches at his lips before he regains his usual stoic expression, and he moves to the door, but not far - enough to grab his tape measure from the desk before returning]

[pnshandnslv]

Long enough for me... yet not long for some.

[He watches him carefully.]

[alt_for_norge]

You favour the cryptic, I see.

[A brief flash of something that's almost amusement flickers in his eyes, and he draws the tape measure out between his hands]

I will need some measurements.. may I?

[He's going to have to touch him for the measurements, if the gloves are going to fit him well]

[pnshandnslv]

Hm.

[He narrowed his eyes and let out a small sigh. Of course, he despised being touched by any other, but if he were to obtain those gloves... then he would have to allow it.]

Ah, yes. Of course.

[alt_for_norge]

[He's quick, keeping any contact as light and brief as possible while he gets the measurements he needs, noting them down]

It will be a few hours.. you may stay here, or come back, or I can bring them to you when I am finished.

[His voice has barely lifted from a near-flat, soft tone the entire time. This is not a man who is used to prolonged conversation]

[pnshandnslv]

I think... that I would be perfectly fine waiting here.

[Saves him the trouble of walking back home, just in case someone were to be nosy about his hands hiding in an overcoat.]

[alt_for_norge]

Very good, then.

[He offers the man a seat and a drink, then locks the front door to concentrate fully on the task at hand. Years spent mending the clothes of a boistrous man prone to getting into trouble are certainly useful here.

Norway isn't much for small talk but as he pushes the needle through on the final digit of the first glove he glances up]

I do not think that you mentioned your name.

[pnshandnslv]

[Barricade was perfectly fine with waiting in silence, taking a small curious sip of the drink now and again. Though the sound of silence was eventually broken.]

O-oh... my name? I was given a name by the town, that I would suggest using rather than my original...

[He almost seemed amused by it...]

You can call me, Barry.

[alt_for_norge]

[He nods once, gently, as he begins to carefully cut the leather for the second glove]

You may call me Aleksander.

[pnshandnslv]

[He took another small sip of his drink, finding it a little more awkward to hold what were apparently every day things for humans. A pause...]

Aleksander, have you... been doing this long?

[He had to convince that he was trustworthy... for now.]

[alt_for_norge]

[He glances up for a moment]

I have spent many hundreds of years making and mending clothes for my family. It was not difficult to turn my skills to this.

[pnshandnslv]

[Barricade doesn't seem to be phased by 'hundreds of years'. He had to keep the small talk going... so he feigned the look of surprise.]

I see... and what will you require in return for your services?

[alt_for_norge]

[He shakes his head]

Considering these circumstances, I will do this for free.

[pnshandnslv]

Hm. Thank you.

[Back to sipping at his drink.]

[alt_for_norge]

[It doesn't take him long before he finishes his work, and offers the gloves to the man]

[pnshandnslv]

[Setting the mostly finished drink aside, he gingerly takes the gloves and slips the first one on. Flexing his hand, he's rather impressed. Then, the other glove is placed over the exposed claws. At least now his hands didn't stand out as much. One could say he was just trying to make a fashion statement.]

Again, you have my thanks.