[i]Violet looked up from her stupor, slightly tipsy as she laughed quietly, getting up from the couch. She walked over to the cowboy, opening her already ajar door.[/i] "Need some help pick those things up?" [i]She asked, looking up at the cowboy.[/i]

[i]The figure looked to her with his near cyan blue eyes, and smiled widely as a strange black substance rolled down from his hat and to his arm, likely just a set of nanites. "That would be appreciated," He said as the figure scratched his cleanly shaven face, which made him look as if he was only in his mid thirties, due to the synthetic skin covering his already unnaturally young looking face. [/i]

"Alright," [i]Violet said as she crouched down, beginning to pick up the nuts and bolts dropped by JT. She hummed a tune quietly, Beethoven's Seventh, Second Movement, to be precise. She smiled to herself as she did so.[/i]

[i]When all the bolts were picked up and the wrenches were within his grasp, he placed each one into a satchel on the right of his hip, which wasn't properly closed when he tripped and let everything fly out. When he stood up, he looked to Violet and gave off a thankful smile. "Thanks, these damn augmented legs need to be recalibrated soon, I'm tripping over myself."[/i]

[i]Violet smiled back, an inquiry in her deep purple, artificial eyes.[/i] "Augments?" [i]She questioned, curious as for what they were.[/i]

[i]"Augments, augs, enhanced prosthetics." JT wasn't wrong with that. All his augs were pretty much just combat-oriented weapons that functioned as everyday limbs. [/i]

[i]She nodded, interested. She herself had a prosthetic, as well as mechanical joints, due to her being unable to move around without them.[/i] "Tell me more," [i]She asked, motioning for the cowboy to come inside.[/i]

[i]"Well what exactly do you want to know?" JT asked as he stepped inside the wonderful home and looked around, a look of approval on his face. His house looked more akin to a western lodge than a full on house, so truly he enjoyed visiting other people's places to get an understanding of them. [/i]

[i]Violet's place was empty for the most part, a white, three-person couch in the back of it. In front of the couch was a glass table the same length as the couch itself, three unopened cans of beer sitting on it, and one half full glass of it. Beside the beer was a full-size, black violin case, which was left unzipped and open, the shoulder rest still on the violin. In the middle of the room was a black music stand, and opened on the stand was the piece Violet was humming earlier; Beethoven's Seventh, Second Movement. There was one window on the opposite side of the room to the entrance door, rather the entire wall was a window, overlooking a dojo courtyard. The room was painted a light magenta, the carpets white. The room was about 5 by 5 meters, and had a door to the couch's left The door was wide open, and led into Violet's bedroom, which was painted the same light magenta, a neatly set twin sized bed in the middle, with white sheets. On the opposite side of the main room to the couch was another door, which led to a small kitchen, the same size as the original room, this one painted with white walls and a checkerboard floor pattern. There were various cupboards and cabinets nearly arranged in the kitchen, with a stove, sink, oven, and dishwasher all in one neat line beneath a small window overlooking the same courtyard the main window was facing. A small, round, glass table with three chairs was in the kitchen, with leftovers from Violet's lunch, Fettuccine Alfredo, sitting on a plate, unfinished. It was oddly clean and empty, with nothing personal relating to Violet at all, due to her not remembering anything personal about herself. Hanging on the couches' right was Violet's trademark, shiny and polished, seven foot long chainsaw. Besides that was a bookshelf as tall as the room, packed with novels.[/i] "Welcome to my humble abode," [i]Violet yawned, entering the kitchen. Moments later she came back out, holding glass. Looking at JT, she smiled.[/i] "Care for a beer?" [i]She asked.[/i]

[i]"Please," The cowboy said to her as he glanced all around the sparsely decorated room, which was definitely one thing he could get behind. While his home was usually lavish and furnished on the inside while maintaining that lodge feel, his place lacked the simplicity Violet's had, which many people strived to get correctly but very few managed to pull off. His gaze returned to Violet with a polite smile on his synthetic lips. [/i]

[i]Violet sat down on the couch, patting the seat beside her, motioning for JT to sit down as well. She popped open a can of beer, pouring it into the glass she just got from her kitchen. She looked up towards the cowboy, curiosity easily seen in her fake eyes.[/i] "Well, for starters.... What kinda augs d'you make?" [i]She asked, still smiling.[/i]

[i]JT gently set himself down in the seat as he kept his body facing Violet, not wanting to be rude by shifting himself to face away from the woman in her own house. "Anything from grappling hooks to crossbows."[/i]

"Interesting... I assume that this is all for prosthetic limbs?" [i]She asks, almost as though she were giving an interview. Like Violet could whip out a newscast team and start recording their conversation at any moment.[/i]

[i]"Limbs, organs, skin, I can do it all. Swapped someone from male to neither, that's how many augs I can install." JT was open about what he could do for new customers.. After all it was just business, and anything the customer would be potentially buying was good news. [/i]

"Really now?" [i]Violet said, looking genuinely interested.[/i] "What might you be able to do with... a chainsaw?" [i]She gestures towards her massive, seven foot chainsaw on her wall.[/i]

"V8 motor inside to make the weapon louder, though I could only do that if I were to install it on an exoskeleton suit. Otherwise I couldn't really do much to it."

"Exoskeleton suit?" [i]Violet blinked in confusion, not knowing what an exoskeleton suit was.[/i] "What's that?"

[i]"You know how an ant has it's bones outside the body? That's an exoskeleton, humans have made ones out of metal. I can hook it up to the chainsaw. Or just call up a friend and get the schematics for a chainsword."[/i]

"Hm...." [i]Violet thinks to herself for a moment, then looks back at JT, smiling.[/i] "A chainsword sounds interesting. But how fast do the gears spin? And how large can it get before I need an exoskeleton to lift it?" [i]She seems to really want a big 'ol chainsword.[/i]

[i]"Regular ones are made for Space Marines or whatever the -blam!- they're called, eight foot tall soldiers that slaughter literally anything that threatens humanity. Trust me, you'll be contempt with this."[/i]

"Oooookay...." [i]Violet laughs a little, and looks down.[/i] "Seems interesting. How much?" [i]She took a sip from her beer as she looked back at JT.[/i]

[i]"Fifty thousand." That was all he said. He had to go to the Warhammer 40K universe, buy a chainsword off a guy literally inside the Warp, and escape the Bloodwrath alive if he were to do this. It was costly. [/i]