self_inflictedexhile | dctv / watch_dogs } { hacker voice: i'm in

The Wrench: Help is on the way, my dude.
The Wrench: But please. Continue the ass kissing.

In all seriousness, he's glad that they're making a difference. After everything they've all been through, thanks to Dusan and Blume, thanks to Lenni and the various gangs of San Francisco, the Sons included -- well, it's nice to feel like it's all been for something. He'll have to pass the message along to the others, later, if he doesn't end up bringing his mystery hacker back to the hackerspace with him.

Though, speaking of.

The Wrench: Though, uh. Remind me where I'm going for this dramatic rescue?
The Wrench: And can we switch to voice chat, because trying to text while shoving, like, 18 guns into my pants is harder than you think.

He'll fill her in on the rest, in a second.

Z: Yeah, I can do that.

It takes a second to make sure that the voice channel is secure and that no one else is listening, but once that's done, she'll open the voice chat, and Wrench will be treated to this smoky voice.

"Is this going to be an eighteen guns situation?"

Should she be arming up, or rather, grabbing her totem just in case this is a super power situation.

If Wrench is surprised that she's a woman, he doesn't try and backtrack and correct himself on the whole dude thing. Dude, he'll have you know, is a gender neutral term, and he can save the flirting for later, when she's not in mortal-ish peril.

"Well, maybe not an eighteen gun situation," he admits then, staying on topic. "But it's definitely a job for Lady Smash and at least a few of her friends." Lady Smash in the sledgehammer. "So, maybe like a two gun situation?"

Dude is absolutely a gender neutral term. She certainly doesn't seem bothered by it.

"Two gun I can work with."

Two gun means she doesn't have to have Nate around to be a walking, talking bullet proof vest. And then ask him to introduce him to her hacker friends, because Nate, bless his heart, is like a puppy and will make friends with anyone he meets. She doesn't know how she does it, but she's learned to appreciate it about him.

"I'm at a cafe on Lombard. The guy watching me has just been hanging out across the street. Not sure if he knows I made him yet."

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Wrench tells her. There a pause, then as an aside, to someone who's obviously there with him, not her, he mutters, "Daddy will be back in a little while. You be good for Uncle Hawt Sauce, okay?"

He's talking to the Haum robot that Marcus stole for him, Wrench Jr.

Either way, after a beat and louder, he tells her, "The Sons of Ragnarok, by the way." A beat. "They're the bikers you pissed off. They have some kinda thing going with Prime_Eight, where they fund all their shitty biker crime by skimming people's ATM accounts. One of our other guys, Retr0, shut them down, but apparently Lenni's a good kiss ass."

And has gotten back in the Sons good graces. And reinstalled the ATM malware.

"If the scam's good enough and can be rebuilt, I don't see why she wouldn't. Though she likely wasn't expecting me to take it out remotely."

Her tone indicates that this Lenni person is clearly talking out her ass if she promised the biker gang a new and improved design that's less fallible. She's willing to bet she was trying to oversell her clientele rather than actually provide some quality code.

"I'm gonna guess these guys aren't the most tech savvy."

"Prooobably not," Wrench agrees, brightly. "Though, hey -- if you're here for a good time, while you're waiting on the cavalry, see if you can get into one of Prime_Eight's voice chats, right now." He would, if he wasn't a little busy, the sound of a car starting in the background on his end. The idea of getting to listen to Lenni shriek about fuckweasels and shitshakers is just too good.

Either way, though. "But nah. The Sons are kinda just a bunch of creepy, old meatheads."

"I can do that."

Her fingers start flying over the tablet as she searches out from the local Wi-Fi to some of the code she'd seen before. It doesn't take her long to stream the feed from the voice chats over to their call, but making sure their muted from the other end.

"She is quite the colorful character, isn't she?"

You can't see him, Zari, but Wrench is currently lip synching along with Lenni's tirade, like a bad dub. No one can see him, actually, not with the mask, but the LED plate is at least cycling comically through a series of (>_<) (>_x) (x_<) (>_<) expressions.

Either way, he pauses long enough to answer, "Colorful's one way of putting it. Not the one I would have gone with, but sure. Let's go with that."

"I have a friend who would probably put her to shame if given the opportunity."

Mick is highly creative. Or he might just set her on fire. It's a fine line with him, and you can never really say for sure. Then again, she's also friends with John Constantine, so he definitely could have ran through some filthy British profanity.

"They're not the most technically savvy though, so they'll probably never cross paths."

"Boo," Wrench declares. "I was kind of looking forward to the explosive swear-off."

A pause follows, that said, the only thing left to break the silence the continuation of Lenni's tirade, and then, abruptly, Wrench cuts back in. "But anyway, uh -- think you can make it to the blue Charger, like, two doors down, without your new friends cutting in?"

He definitely brought a fast car, just in case.

"Yeah, I can make that work."

Her new friend has been sitting there long enough that he's starting to look bored, and Zari's got more than a few tricks up her sleeve. She slowly starts to get up from her seat and discretely taps the totem on her wrist, the red ruby beginning to glow.

She grabs a left behind newspaper off one of the tables and starts to look as though she's reading. As she steps forward, she sets the newspaper to blow on a gust of wind, pulling it from her hands and sending it flying ... right into the face of her tail.

After that, she throws herself into the crowd, moving quickly to the charger in question and sliding into the front seat with a smile.

"Hi. Thanks for the ride."

Wrench may not notice her touch her wrist, but he does notice how convenient that all seems. If he didn't know better, thinks he knows better, he might wonder if she did something to accomplish that. As it is, though, the comment he makes when she gets into the car is mostly a throwaway one, bright and with an accompanying (^_^) on the mask.

"Do you have superpowers?"

"Maybe."

The Legends are not exactly subtle, or discrete when it comes to their secret identities. Most of them are criminals. She likely could have said yes for real, but technically her power isn't a super power so much as a mystical totem passed down through her family.

So, the semantics get him a maybe.

"Do you?"

"Maybe," he echoes. Never mind the fact that he really doesn't. He doesn't think she does, either, and so this is still all borne out of flippancy. "Do my dashing good looks and boss driving skills count as superpowers?"

And speaking of driving, he's just going to get them the hell out of there now, thanks.

She shrugs as she settles back in the chair. "Star City has a guy who runs around with a bow and arrow - I think anything counts as a superhero these days."

Which could be a good thing but it could also be a terrible thing. Depends on the hero.

"I even have my own built in codename!" he declares, brightly. A pause follows, the mask flickering from an accompanying (^_^) back to its default, and then he asks, "But seriously, though. Where're we headed?"

He could always take her back to the hackerspace, but.

"You have a place to work?"

Does she secretly want to see the San Francisco DedSec hackerspace? Maybe. But also she doesn't really have a place to conveniently work that isn't the Wave Rider, and she's not sure she should introduce Wrench to that yet.

"I'm from out of town, I don't really have somewhere secure."

"Ooh, what're we building?" Wrench asks, all at once seemingly excited again. It's only a little bit of an act, too.

Maybe he's fishing, just to make sure that she's not planning on building something dangerous in DedSec's space, but he's also kind of hoping she's planning on building something dangerous in DedSec's space. He does. Frequently. And he absolutely wouldn't be opposed to her blowing up the Sons weird, crappy biker bar or one of Prime_Eight's bunkers or something.

"Not sure yet."

She's still assessing the situation, if she's being honest. As much as she is a fan of DedSec's work, she doesn't really have a lot of knowledge about the other hacker groups in the area.

"What would you recommend for dealing with people like Prime_Eight?"

Zari, this is not the person to ask that question too.

"You remember the part where I mentioned eighteen guns?" Okay, so, maybe-probably they shouldn't just murder all of Prime_Eight, but he still recommends violence and happily so. "Either that or something, like, super embarrassing."

That would also be acceptable.

"Oooh, options." She does love options. She also isn't sure what could potentially embarrass a player like Lenny. She seems to delight in horrifying others. What would horrify her in return?

"I do love embarrassment. It's often a lot more satisfying than simple violence." Legends are good at things like that. "But sometimes people only learn if you punch them back."

"Show her up in front of her lackeys, maybe?" Wrench suggests after a moment of thought, the mask mirroring his uncertainty with a (?_?) Much as he'd like to embarrass Lenni, and he does, now, the whole thing a challenge for all that he can't think of an immediate answer -- well, he can't think of an immediate answer. Something so simple may not be enough.

"Honestly, the best option would be to just take her off the board." There's a pause as she reconsiders those words. "Not through murder. Just through ... permanently crippling her enterprise."

Because that should be the best approach.

"If you have any idea how to do that, I'm all ears," he tells her, never mind the fact that he's turning the idea over in his head, now, himself. It's just that, "Because we've kinda tried that, and she always comes back like a week later, like a really bad case of The Clap."

Leave it to him to bring STDs into this conversation.

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