Post by viruswithshoes on Apr 2, 2019 22:20:44 GMT -5
The bearded repairman of cyborgs blushed a little and pushed up his rectangular, rimless glasses up the bridge of his nose when Andromeda spoke of her impression of his work.
He then laughed when she referred to him as a robot doctor and mentally filed it away as yet another delightful title for himself.
"Robot doctor, cyberneticist...there was one astoundingly huge okama cyborg who liked to call me The Organic Mechanic."
Toulon stroked his black, beard in twin braids and chuckled. I love making parts of people." He heaved a heavy sigh and tried not to think of anyting unpleasant...but failed.
"I spend a lot of time in war zones or near them so I've seen more than my share of amputees. If I can make legs that a kid can walk with I'm happy. Kids seems to pay the most for war."
Toulon blinked his light blue eyes and swiftly awoke from the dark fugue state he sometimes entered when thinking about the unpleasant parts of his past.
"I grew up in," Toulon held up his cybernetic hands and exposed his burned arms to Andromeda. "Karakuri Island in the Grand Line. Lots of burns on me. No hands. Possibly amputated previously."
He looked up from his hands and smiled once more while making eye contact with Andromeda. "I was given new hands and they fascinated me. The surgeon who gave me my hands had a husband who made puppets. It became physical therapy and a way to express myself."
He leaned back and stretched his arms which made his white coat open and partially expose his burned arm and black steel prosthesis.
"I have been given a lot. Now I want to give back. I travel, I make limbs, I try to use puppets so children can cope with their trauma." I want to build a giant, island hospital. Free cybernetic parts for any who want them. A Steel Nation without war or greed and the best medical care in the world."
Toulon meant to gesture to Aguila to ironically indicate how far he had come in his plan but could not find his first mate and barber.
He stood, but staggered around the bar a bit until the familar feathers of Aguila's hat and wings presented themselves.
A man Toulon did not know smiled at him and waved him over to which the puppet master groaned.
Aguila looked uncomfortable but knew him as one that didn't mince words.
"A recruiter saw our fight. This is Captain Blank. A revolutionary. I'm joining his cell.""
Awkwardly, Aguila lashed out a hand which Toulon shook in an awkward manner. "Is this a hug time, Aguila?"
The Skypiean shook his head with a chuckle and more than a little exasperation.
He then clapped Toulon on the shoulder and said something quietly that the puppet maker could not hear clearly and left.
"If you need a new arm or leg you know where to call." It wasn't true because of Toulon's lack of den den mushi, but it sounded like something better than "goodbye" which always sounded terrible.
Sadness didn't help Toulon's motor-skills as he bumped into several tables before making his way back to Andromeda.
"I have a first-mate position open...it seems. I can maintain your parts and teach you to do the same. We don't have a real ship. Just a small boat and a small clinic outside of town. No beri, no rank, I can't even promise you adventure."
The downtrodden man who just lost his first mate and best friend looked at the female cyborg. I don't have much to give, but what I have is yours, my knowledge, my skill and my friendship. I want to set sail. I want to help people and I want to make the lives of those people that hurt others horrible."
Toulon reached out a cybernetic hand of black steel across the table to Andromeda. "Will you join the Black Cross, Andromeda? We need your strength and spirit."
He then laughed when she referred to him as a robot doctor and mentally filed it away as yet another delightful title for himself.
"Robot doctor, cyberneticist...there was one astoundingly huge okama cyborg who liked to call me The Organic Mechanic."
Toulon stroked his black, beard in twin braids and chuckled. I love making parts of people." He heaved a heavy sigh and tried not to think of anyting unpleasant...but failed.
"I spend a lot of time in war zones or near them so I've seen more than my share of amputees. If I can make legs that a kid can walk with I'm happy. Kids seems to pay the most for war."
Toulon blinked his light blue eyes and swiftly awoke from the dark fugue state he sometimes entered when thinking about the unpleasant parts of his past.
"I grew up in," Toulon held up his cybernetic hands and exposed his burned arms to Andromeda. "Karakuri Island in the Grand Line. Lots of burns on me. No hands. Possibly amputated previously."
He looked up from his hands and smiled once more while making eye contact with Andromeda. "I was given new hands and they fascinated me. The surgeon who gave me my hands had a husband who made puppets. It became physical therapy and a way to express myself."
He leaned back and stretched his arms which made his white coat open and partially expose his burned arm and black steel prosthesis.
"I have been given a lot. Now I want to give back. I travel, I make limbs, I try to use puppets so children can cope with their trauma." I want to build a giant, island hospital. Free cybernetic parts for any who want them. A Steel Nation without war or greed and the best medical care in the world."
Toulon meant to gesture to Aguila to ironically indicate how far he had come in his plan but could not find his first mate and barber.
He stood, but staggered around the bar a bit until the familar feathers of Aguila's hat and wings presented themselves.
A man Toulon did not know smiled at him and waved him over to which the puppet master groaned.
Aguila looked uncomfortable but knew him as one that didn't mince words.
"A recruiter saw our fight. This is Captain Blank. A revolutionary. I'm joining his cell.""
Awkwardly, Aguila lashed out a hand which Toulon shook in an awkward manner. "Is this a hug time, Aguila?"
The Skypiean shook his head with a chuckle and more than a little exasperation.
He then clapped Toulon on the shoulder and said something quietly that the puppet maker could not hear clearly and left.
"If you need a new arm or leg you know where to call." It wasn't true because of Toulon's lack of den den mushi, but it sounded like something better than "goodbye" which always sounded terrible.
Sadness didn't help Toulon's motor-skills as he bumped into several tables before making his way back to Andromeda.
"I have a first-mate position open...it seems. I can maintain your parts and teach you to do the same. We don't have a real ship. Just a small boat and a small clinic outside of town. No beri, no rank, I can't even promise you adventure."
The downtrodden man who just lost his first mate and best friend looked at the female cyborg. I don't have much to give, but what I have is yours, my knowledge, my skill and my friendship. I want to set sail. I want to help people and I want to make the lives of those people that hurt others horrible."
Toulon reached out a cybernetic hand of black steel across the table to Andromeda. "Will you join the Black Cross, Andromeda? We need your strength and spirit."