Freeing himself of his own winter gear, Mason undressed as he spoke to Daniel, revealing more and more of the man beneath the jacket: salt and pepper hair, fair skin and aging skin. "Titanium? This is a cleaning shop, my boy. What do you think?" He laughed, knowing full well his own answer to the question. "But people in knight armour?" he suddenly asked, "Wjo are they?"

[i]Dammit.[/i] Daniel thought as he took off his ushanka, revealing his relatively messy hair. "Well everyone calls them The Trayvens, but I prefer to call them anti-tech assholes. Pardon my language. What they did as far as I know is stroll on in during a great blaze that affected this place, play the part of hero and now have a garrison with ballistae or something right at the front of this place. The Trayven's have this weird barrier that messes with electronics, though I've been hearing that it messed with one of those wizarding types as well." He explained the best he could to Mason, it was clear he was not fond of them. "Overall they're a bunch of people waving greatswords in knight armor who do not like technology. I was hoping they didn't mess with any of the metalworking shops, but who knows."

He cocked his eyebrow with intrigue. "You're the second person who's told me about these guys, actually. Although the other was a Guardian by the name of Mason Grey who was vaguer than an ancient prophecy. Tech-disablers... god knows that would be a nightmare for a place like this." Judging from the milling drones and autonomous cleaning units, he was right. The entire store seemed to run off of postmodern technology, a transparent disaster if the alleged anti-tech assholes came into contact with it. "So, Daniel, was it? Judging by the fact that our meeting looks like one by pure chance... you weren't told that you've been recommended by a friend of yours for a job here?"

Daniel had remained silent for a moment as he failed to recall Samuel mentioning a laundromat. With a confused look on his face he had gave an answer. "I was told I had a job lined up that required my skill set, which is engineering, coding and all that stuff....but nothing about a laundromat. Was this friend named Samuel by any chance?" He asked Mason, Sam was always vague with this kind of stuff. He did mention a 'Mason' but Daniel presumed it was just a common name and didn't add 1 and 1 until now.

"Don't think I know a Samuel," he said with a knowing wink, "but I do know an Apostate Landeythan. Apostates are kind of like the elite agents and assets in our organization. You'll pick up the lingo quick enough." For all of his talk, however, the laundromat still looked exactly just as it did. No walls shifted to reveal a Batcave or racks of weapons like the Matrix. No string yanked to pull back the curtains hiding dozens of technological wonders.

"Apostate?" He said with a snort, almost unable to contain his laughter. The name Landeythan did ring a bell though, as Sam did briefly explain to him that he had to hide his identity due to faking his death when he asked about the creepy mask. He was the only person outside of the Valravyn's who knew he was indeed alive. Though [u]Apostate[/u] was certainly a new one. Daniel calmed down after a good minute, the humor wearing off. "Alright, alright. Apologies. But that's a pretty ridiculous name even for a guy who broods most of his time. So...let's say I agree. What's special about this place?"

"Ah, not one for the propaganda are you?" Mason narrowed his eyes with an approving smile. "Good. That makes two of us. Plus, the administration is the one that comes up with this stuff. I'm just a humble cleaner." He stared directly into Daniel's eyes after that, making it [i]very[/i] clear he was more than just a humble cleaner. "No need to apologize either. I agree with you with these ridiculous code names. Even I have to have one for god's sake. Anyways... as for what's special about this place, you'll need to prove that you're right for the job first. Otherwise a bright light flashes and your memory is wiped. Here's a question: your enemy is equipped with a typical military exosuit. Think NTR or... Rubicon, I think they're called? Them. The typical super soldier cradle. What would you make to take them down?" His eyes had shifted from amusement to pure interest now. The fire of passion that Samuel saw in his meeting with Mason was in full effect now, not waiting one second for Daniel and immediately jumping into his element.

"No I'm not if I'm going to be honest....wait what? You guys have some Men in Black shit?" He told Mason as he shut his eyes for a second, thinking of an answer. If he were still in the PMC he had worked for, he'd suggest something simple like a rail gun. But he had to play by The Dojo's rules now. Not to mention he was getting nervous about being mind-wiped. "That is a really general question. But I can provide an answer I think. Everyone overlooks one of the most basic of things on planets. Magnetism. In short I would create an electromagnet powerful enough to pull in any exosuited person, incapacitating them and possibly killing if the suit can't hold up to it. I'm a pretty damn good engineer, but I don't know if I can make one that can be portable enough just for on the go carrying. But...I'm not actually going to get mind wiped right?"

"Not yet," he quickly replied, nodding with Daniel's answer, "you've only showed me that you're not stupid. You're right about a magnet that would be impossible to be that portable with that kind of power. But it's a start, lad." Drones descended from apertures in the ceiling and hovered over Mason, their lights boring into Daniel's own in intimidation. It seemed like they were threatening him with the aforementioned mind-wipe from earlier. "Now give me something portable. I have a squad of soldiers who's going up against the newest team of super-muscled genetic posterboys out there. They're armoured, we need something to get through that." His eyes narrowed again - this time out of suspicion. "And no, you're not allowed to suggest accelerated kinetic bombardment weapons." Could he read minds? No, it didn't seem like it. When he commented about railguns, it seemed more out of exasperated habit than clairvoyance.

"Alright, alright...fuсk." He said as his eyes focused on the drones, his mind racing until he came up with something. While railguns and the such were out of the question, he came up with what he hoped to be a good answer. "Is collateral going to be an issue? Because there is a chemical weapon that can be used, it's some extremely nasty stuff that'll go through filters. Your men will have to get out of there ASAP when it's used though. Chlorine-Trifluoride. I had an...associate come to me asking for a weapon that could get rid of crowds easily. I suggested that chemical and he went on his merry way, last I heard he died. At least, that's what people said. If collateral will be an issue, there is a gun I was working on. A flechette rifle that is meant to tag enemies, or poison them. But I can tweak it to fire rounds that shut down energy shielding for a moment via EMP shock like that gel shit our acquantice uses, then fires an under barrel attachment that uses plasma-tipped stakes or something similar. Inspired by that one lady with the plasma bows during the tourney of course. Don't worry about acquiring Plasma though, I have my ways with it." He explained both, clearly nervous as hell now. Now it was the moment of truth.