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[badlydisarmed]

Looking for a mechanic capable of fixing a prosthetic arm, altruistic introverts highly preferred, opportunistic assholes also acceptable.

Age irrelevant, but if you're a child I will comment on it.

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[badlydisarmed]

What's the fastest method of transportation in your world?

[clavesregni]

The hexgates. They can transport entire airships across continents in the blink of an eye. Jayce invented them, along with his partner, Viktor.

Why do you ask?

[badlydisarmed]

Trying to figure out where you're at technology-wise in comparison to my own world.

Sounds like you got teleporters, but like you don't have penicillin. It's very confusing.

[clavesregni]

Penicillin?

We have large-scale teleportation, yes. We've also got firearms, automobiles, hoverboards, record players, and so on. Is that the sort of information you're looking for?

[badlydisarmed]

Yeah, that's it. Penicillin is an antibiotic, one of the most broadly-used in my world.

One of your... compatriots mentioned life expectancy in your world is about 40 years old.

[clavesregni]

I'd say it's closer to 60. Where I live. Some parts of our world are harsher than others.

[badlydisarmed]

Usually medical advances go hand in hand with technological ones. So you must be missing some essential development in medicine, like antibiotics or vaccinations.

[clavesregni]

We have got medicine in our world, but our technological advancement has been so rapid over the last decade, thanks to Jayce and Viktor, that medical researchers may not have had the chance to catch up yet.

I did see you have several offers to help you with your arm already, but I doubt anyone can match Jayce's skill. Except perhaps Viktor. [Who has wisely decided to steer clear of this whole mess.] Harold Finch seems to know what he's doing as well.

If you accept help from Sevika, you may well end up with a chem-powered arm with claws for fingers.

[badlydisarmed]

I'm meeting up Finch, mostly because he's not from the arm bombs universe. I'm not necessarily against claws, as long as it doesn't come with a fire thrower or something.

Your world sounds terrifying, by the way.

[clavesregni]

Knowing her, it might.

How does it sound different to your world? What's the technology like where you're from?

[badlydisarmed]

No magic. Developed countries won't generally let you die from a cold, amputees aren't that common, children don't generally have the means or knowledge to build bombs other than Molotov cocktails, which any idiot can figure out.

No teleportation, and it sounds like your prosthetics are decades ahead from what I know. So you win some, you lose some.

[clavesregni]

[She slips all too easily into Nerd Mode^(TM).]

Technically, magic is banned in Piltover. There was a war, a long time ago, that was fought by rival nations wielding powerful magical runes. It decimated entire empires and changed the face of the land itself. After the war ended, our city's founder wanted to create a place dedicated to science and technology, where magic and mages couldn't cause any further destruction. Jayce and Viktor have figured out how to use technology to harness the power of magic, allowing them to create magical effects – like teleportation via the hexgates – without being mages themselves.

Proper magic's quite common in other parts of the world, though. My family originally came to Piltover from Ionia, where the border between our world and the spirit realm is thin. The land itself is said to be infused with magic; there are trees that light up and creatures that sing and dragons thirty metres high. I've always wanted to visit, but I've never had the chance.

If your world hasn't got any of that, what do you have instead? Is medicine the primary profession of the place you're from?

There's quite a lot of mechanical knowledge in Piltover. We're renowned for it. It's no wonder our prosthetics are advanced. I don't know many children who can build bombs— [That's easy to say, since she doesn't know any children.] —but studies in things like engineering can begin young.

[badlydisarmed]

[Yeah okay, that world sounds like a nightmare.]

There's many professions. Medicine isn't one of the most popular ones, but if you're good enough it's emotionally rewarding and well compensated.

There's too many lawyers.

[clavesregni]

I take it you're a doctor?

[badlydisarmed]

I am, yes. A surgeon, if that's a word you're familiar with.

[clavesregni]

Yes, of course. My father's a surgeon.

[badlydisarmed]

Best job to have.

[clavesregni]

I enjoy being a detective far more than I would being a surgeon.

[badlydisarmed]

Are you a cop?

[clavesregni]

Yes.

[Technically, that's a lie. She was fired. But no one here except Sevika and Jayce know that, so she's going to keep lying about it.]

[badlydisarmed]

Why?

[He's curious, he hasn't met many cops. Hell, he's never had many friends.]

[clavesregni]

I joined because I wanted to protect the city. Though come to find out, not all of my colleagues share my aspirations, seeing as the Sheriff himself turned out to be in the pocket of a criminal mastermind, and there are reports of corruption well predating his tenure. [Local rookie cop having slow dawning realization that cops might be the baddies, actually.]

[badlydisarmed]

[ All very unsurprising for Robert, who's old and jaded. ]

What were you protecting the city from? Its citizens?

[clavesregni]

I wanted to protect innocent people from anyone, or anything, that might hurt them.

[badlydisarmed]

And when you found out that was bullshit you stayed anyway?