Bruce
Mercurian of Creation IST Judgement
Angel of Dumpster Diving
Corporeal Forces: 3 Strength:
6 Agility: 6
Ethereal Forces: 5 Intelligence:
12 Precision: 8
Celestial Forces: 5 Will:
10 Perception:
10
Word-Forces: 3
Vessel: slacker/3, +2 Charisma
Skills: Chemistry/3, Climbing/1, Dodge/4, Emote/3,
Enchantment/6, Engineering/6, Fighting/1, Scrounging/6, Small Weapon/3 (knife),
Throwing/6
Songs: Artificing (All/3), Light (Corporeal/1),
Motion (Ethereal/3), Shields (All/2), Tongues (Ethereal/2)
Attunements: Mercurian of Creation, Elohite of
Creation, Malakite of Creation, Mercurian of Judgment-Long-Story,
Scabbard-Long-Story, Angel of Dumpster Diving
Angel of Dumpster Diving: Bruce will always know if
he is within 500 yards of something not currently being used for any legitimate
purpose that could be incorporated (to great beneficial effect) into one of his
ongoing projects. A Perception roll
will give distance.
Rites: Dive into a Dumpster and pull out something
useful for an ongoing project.
Hey, come on in.
Don't worry, there's no food or anything in this one, so no rats, flies
or roaches. Can I pull you up a milk
crate? There you go. So, they sent you over to take a good look
at one of Eli's newer Word-Bound, did they?
Well, here I am. Everything you
expected?
It's OK to say yes; I'm cool with what I look and
act like. Stereotypes don't just pop
out of nowhere, man. I can be
disorganized and easily distracted with the best of them, I'm just as fun to
party with as the gossipers say about Creationers and I know every good
nightspot within twenty miles. I've
even got affidavits proving this - part of the perks for working for Her Nibs
The Grand High Inquisitor are all the legal forms you can carry...
What? You
think that I had a choice in working for Judgment? Didn't happen that way at all, man - I'm
supposed to be still with Marc's crowd.
He was the one who sponsored me for the Word, after all; wanted to make
sure that we Creationers didn't completely slide off the greasy pole of rank,
you know? Not that we really cared all
that much, but it was a nice gesture.
Now, far be it from me to speculate why Her Nibs
felt it necessary to insist that I be assigned to her after I got my Word, or
why the Commander of the Host backed her play.
For some reason, I keep forgetting to ask her - yeah, it's every week -
and she's not exactly what you'd call forthcoming about it. I figure that my getting told or not told
will be all her call and not mine, so I don't sweat it. I got stuff to do, after all.
What do I do?
Friend, you are looking at one of the best scroungers and jury-riggers
in the business, if I do say so myself; I take junk and make it sing, dance or
explode. Sometimes all three at once:
I'm not bad at artificing, either. I
can turn just about anything into just about anything else; maybe not for
forever, but certainly for right now.
Nope, it's not innate; I was like that before I got the Word. Dumpster Diving just makes it easier for me
to get parts... OK, OK, not quite. I've
got an agenda, of course. God knows the
humans throw out enough stuff that it makes sense to encourage recycling. Some do it wholesale, with recycling drives
and centers. Me, I like the retail
approach of getting people to go through other people's junk, say "Hey, I
can use this!" and walk off with it.
Keeps the strain down on the infrastructure and everything. Admittedly, I didn't really care about it as
much when I didn't have the Word, but there you go.
It's not too bad, really; as long as I keep my nose
clean and write out lots of contact reports, her Nibs lets me work in
peace. I'd love to find out why she
needed the Angel of Dumpster Diving... well, officially, that is. Unofficially, I can guess, and I
don't know whether to be insulted, break out laughing, or both. I mean, I suppose that I could pick
up the Boss that way now, but you'd think that Archangels would be less snarky
about each other in public...