Etoile Gabrielle LeBeau

Meme a little R&R for the hands ( 3, 3 ) Bentley 23

Etoile Gabrielle LeBeau

Meme a little R&R for the hands ( 3, 3 ) Bentley 23

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After a rough week of missions and training Etoile had damaged both her hands pretty badly. She didn't know who else to contact at the time being. She remembered her recent friendship with Bentley. She called him up, asked if he could help her with her hand situation.
  • "Bentley 23 - Evil Genius and Dinosaur Enthusiast." He answered the phone, then quickly took in the details. "Sure thing. I can be there soon." It takes him about two hours to be at her door.
    • Really? He answered the phone like that? She shrugged it off and waited for his arrival. After the 2 hour wait, she manged to open the door somehow...and instead of a greeting she puts her wounded hands in front of his face. After that she would greet him. "Hey, Bentley.." she never could get use to adding the 23 part after saying his name.
      • Anyone who passes up the chance to have an awesome phone-greeting is burdened by a lack of imagination. "Ooh... gnarly. Well, have a seat, and I'll do what I can. He smiles at her and gives a thumbs-up as he steps in and gets the door for her.
        • Etoile nods her head to his response."Gnarly is right. Okay!" She says before moving over to the nearest chair."Thanks for coming here....nobody else I could call at this time. By the way, best phone-greeting ever. Took me by surprise -- damn cool."
          • "No worries. I was just working on a pet project. Nothing serious. Just your average death-ray, disguised as a jack-in-the-box.

            I used to also include 'Scourge of Man', and 'Destroyer of Hope', but I thought that was stretching things out a bit much." He gets out some lotions and squirts some into his palms, rubbing them together.
            • Etoile looked at him all dumb founded at how he answered all nonchalant. Soon after she smirked at him, "Wow...sounds pretty interesting."

              "Those sound delightful...maybe a little. Still very original greetings." She says. Etoile watches him prep his hands. "Be gentle...they hurt like hell." She gives off a warning.
              • "I've got the hands of a prison nurse. You know how many times I'd have blown myself up by now if I didn't have steady and gentle hands?" he smiles. "Plus, I just switched over to this really nice coconut oil moisturizer."

                He starts gingerly, working the lotion across the cracks in her skin.
                • "...Prison nurse?" Etoile repeated, blinking at him. "I guess you have a point there." She says nodding her head. "Oh, well, that's good to know...." Etoile tilts her head to the side staring at him for a moment before speaking up, "I ever tell your a very odd, yet interesting individual?" She didn't mean it in an insulting way. Let's face it he can be odd, yet he's full of surprises which deem him as interesting in her book.
                  • "Steady. Trained. Able to remove objects from tight spaces."

                    He presses his thumbs into her palms as he spreads the lotion around them. "So how did this happen again?

                    And we evil geniuses prefer the term 'eccentric'."
                    • Etoile listened to him speak, smiling as he explain how he is. She understand completely, one would have to be especially when dealing with computers or electrical devices. "Oh, well, a bit from training mission today and working on my portable robots." She watches him as he massages her hands and looks back at him."You're that too." She says with a wide grin.
                      • "What kind of robots today? Humanoid? Color-coordinated big cats? Dinosaurs?" Bentley pokes for details.
                        • "I'm not sure if you would consider this one to be humanoid or not. I call it/him Tav.." She says before giving of a whistle. Suitcase of sorts suddenly opens, slowly constructing it together with her mind in a 40 seconds tops, she still needed to work on the speed of putting him together. Standing before her and Bentley is a 6'0 robot named Tav

                          "He only functions when I control his main functioning system. My brother was working on developing him into an A.I...but never had the time. We both developed together, more so my brother. He's amazing at this kind of stuff." She said, looking up at Tav and back to Bentley.
                          • Bentley just stares in wonder.

                            "You have a killer robot in a suitcase..." He turns to stare at Etoile in awe, still holding her hand gently between his.

                            "You have no idea how excited I am right now."
                            • "I have a few actually..those ones are more for defence and I have others for attack range. Tav is special....I've been using him more for tactical onslaught. He's heavier to control and I need more focus." She explains, making Tav sit down by Bentley.

                              Etoile grins brightly at him. It's nice to see someone in awe or interested in this. Not many can be bothered by what she does hobby or power wise until mission time. "You're good at this kind of stuff as well right? Maybe you can help me fix a few minor problems in my other ones....I process stuff like a computer - at times I can't fully do stuff like this on my own." This is when her brother comes into play. He could do this kind of work with his eyes closed.
                              • Bentley just grins from ear to ear at first. Then, he starts laughing.

                                "Heh... heheh... heheheh... HA.. HAHAHAH.. BWAHAHAHAHA!!!

                                Oh, you've got some cracked nails too, you should get a manicure." Just as quickly as the laughing started, it cuts off, and he's focusing on the hand massage again.
                                • Etoile leans back, rather taken from his sudden outburst of laughter. She stares at him wide eye and after he stopped laughing she lets out a giggle of amusement."I like you Bentley your something else."

                                  She looked down to her nails and looks back to him. "Yeah. I spend too much time working on computers and my robots I forget I'm a girl and I need to maintain certain things." She says.
                                  • "Of course I am. I'm fascinating." He grins. "Sorry about that. Sometimes I go mad with potential power."

                                    He finishes the one hand, and moves on to the other. "We should have a spa day, once your hands heal up and you relax a bit."
                                    • Etoile couldn't help but laugh. It's been awhile since someone like Bentley made her laugh, even more so with his potential desire to be ruler of the world. All of it; refreshing and welcomed.

                                      "It's okay. I like it. I'll let you on a little secret...." She leans in to whisper."I secretly desire to control all computers in the world." She says with an almost evil grin, she never could pull it off.

                                      "....Spa day? Potential evil mad genius wants to do a spa day?" Etoile blinks at him. She couldn't help but laugh a little, what an interesting guy. "Sounds brilliant to me! I could use a spa day to be honest."
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