::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

[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.