Alfred
After eventually deciding to meet up with the mysterious thinker probably master cape, the only thing left to decide was a location. So long as they met at night, there wouldn't be an issue with crowds. If she needed to get violent... She would.

She typed out a message before gearing up and setting out for the night.

"Meet up at Gold Memorial Park near the fountain. Headed there now"

At least at the park it'd be difficult to sneak up on her.

She made her way to the park, careful to be at least a little conscious of her loud frame pounding away at the ground. She didn't want to wake up the whole neighborhood each time she left her house. Once she gained a fair distance however, she picked up the speed. Despite all the heavy armor, she was still a little faster than a baseline human.

She couldn't help but smirk. It would only get better from here.
Lynda
Brightside whistled to herself happily as she checked the message, responding back instantly.

Ok, i'll be the one who looks like they r having fun! C u

She liked the park, after all. It was nice! Plus, she was pretty much already there, just by dumb luck. She jogged over and sat down on a swing set, kicking off and letting herself enjoy the feel of the open air against her cheeks. Was there anything better? Probably! Things like having money. Yep!
Alfred
Her eyebrow twitched as she heard the creaking of a swing in the distance, and it slowly became apparent to her where Brightside had ended up. She had been headed towards the fountain, but if her guess was right...

"Really...?" She asked herself as she turned and headed in the direction of the swings, crossing her arms as she came into view. She watched Brightside swinging back and forth, her unamused expression completely non visible due to her full helmet coverage.

"A swing? I didn't exactly want to draw attention..." She said with a scowl. She was pretty certain this was who she wanted to meet, she just wasn't sure if she was going to regret it or not yet. Thinkers... She didn't trust them.
Lynda
Brightside waved eagerly with one hand as she continued to use the other to swing back and forth, humming to herself. It seemed like her new contact wasn't overly pleased with her choice of destination or behavior, but that was half the fun, really.

"It's fine, it's fine! There's nobody out here anyway. Even if there was, so what? Relax!"

She laughed, then hopped off the swing, landing on the dark blue boots of her costume, then flicking some imaginary dust off of the sunbright yellow shoulder pad up top. 

"So, how's it going? I'm Brightside!"
Alfred
Pinnacle tilted her head to the side, observing Brightside. She certainly was... Cheery. Just like she was online, really. She gave one last glance around the area, making sure that they weren't being watched. It was impossible to tell what thinkers were actually planning at any moment. Maybe if she had a surveillance system installed into her armor... No. That would be much later.

"You can call me Pinnacle. It's... Well, things have been going alright lately. Hopefully after tonight things will be even better?" She asked, sounding hopeful. She still wasn't exactly sure how useful Brightside was going to be, but she felt quite comfortable behind her heavy armor.
Lynda
"Pinnacle. Wow. A bit of an egotistic sort of name isn't it? Then again I'm called Brightside, so~ Glass stones and throwing houses and whatnot I guess!"

The cheery girl hopped off of the swing, grinning towards the exoskeletal-suited tinker. She thought she had a pretty good read on this other girl. Definitely the paranoid sort, from their previous discussions online, and this was clearly a stretch from her usual amount of trusting people to even meet her. Brightside *Desperately* Wanted to just needle her for fun to get a rise out of her, but she could sense that doing so would be dangerous and unproductive.

She was here on *Business*. She could be serious, when she needed to be!

...Really! She could! The voice in her head, laughing, was her own. What could she say? Comedy arose from the self, after all.

"*Bit* Of a change in plans from what I'd said the other day. Don't panic! It's a good thing. I had a bit of an expedition since then, and I found some stuff I think you'd be interested in. It'll probably change the calculus of our deal, but I think you'll appreciate it too. Mind if I show you?"

She waited. The girl was excited— visibly— but she was still restraining herself out of respect for her new business partners sensibilities.
Alfred
"It isn't egotistic if it's true" She said simply. She would eventually become the greatest tinker in the world. Not that it meant as much in their smaller world, but still.

"You're changing the deal?" She asked coldly, tilting her head as she again gave a glance around her surroundings. Her body posture subtly changed, as though suspecting she was about to get ambushed. She had to admit though, "Some stuff" That she would be interested in sounded an awful lot like tinker tech. She hadn't had much opportunity to look at any other tinker tech besides her own at this point, so she was curious.

Between her own curiosity and the other girl's clear excitement, she let out a sigh and seemed to relax just a bit.

"Fine. Lets see what you have" She agreed.
Lynda
"Alright! Check it out. I *Borrowed* Some stuff from the local gun factory. Honestly, I was hoping a gun factory would have some fucking *Guns* For me to steal, but it just had a bunch of this bullshit instead. Which, uh, yea, I have no fucking idea what to do with."

The black-and-yellow costumed girl leaned over into a nearby tuft of grass that had overgrown right next to the swing, and pulled out a huge, overstuffed duffel bag. It was lighter than it *Had* Been, since she'd taken out the stuff she knew she could actually use, but Pinnacle didn't need to know that.

It was *Heavy*. Almost too heavy, but either way Brightside simply trundled over and opened the bag, plopping it onto the ground with the opening tilted towards Pinnacle. She performed an overexaggerated stretch and groaned as she rubbed the small of her back.

"Geez, that's heavier than I remember... My poor back!"

The bag contained a large quantity of... Parts. Gun parts. Mundane, but they certainly *Could* Be useful for creating Tinker Tech. Or regular guns, even.
Alfred
Pinnacle rolled her eyes and ignored the other cape's shenanigans. Brightside was probably just trying to get her to drop her guard... Though she had to admit, it was working. She couldn't really take the other cape seriously.

After having the bag brought in front of her, open, she started to file through it. There were a wide variety of parts inside. Some of which seemed to be things she wouldn't mind using normally. The rest of it she could probably repurpose for something or other.

"Gun parts, huh? Could do something with these... What did you want done? It'd be simple to get you something like this" She said, motioning to her arm where the plasma repeater was attached.

"Wouldn't be too difficult, but you'd have limited ammo" She explained without thinking, revealing one of her own weaknesses. The weapon was simple too energy intensive to use haphazardly.

For now at least.
Lynda
"Hup!" Brightside said brightly as she hopped back onto the swing, flailing her feet around in the air as she watched the tinker rummage through her ill-gotten goods.

Well, the girl had identified the parts right off the rip, which was a good sign that she wasn't about to just get scammed. At least there was that. She didn't really know much about tinkers, but she at least knew that they would be able to identify what parts were what, and how they could be used, which was a relief.

"Hm, something non-lethal, I think. I'm not a brute or anything like that soooo~ I gotta keep it chill so that people are more likely to treat *Me* With the kid gloves I so righteously deserve," She grinned, then continued. "Maybe a stun gun or something fun like that?"

Limited ammo would suck. Not the worst thing in the world, but... Friggin' tinkers.

"I dunno. You're the expert, right? I don't like fighting, and I'm not good at it, so I really just need a way to get away if someone isn't in the mood for a little chitchat."
Alfred
"Non lethal...?" A disgusted look flashed across Pinnacle's face, not that Brightside could see it. Stun guns really weren't the sort of thing she was inclined to make, nor were they something that her specialty was particularly good at. It wasn't as though large mechs had a particular need to take down a single person non lethally.

Although... What if things were scaled up a bit?

"Maybe... A low level shock grenade? It would be rechargeable, but you'd have to pick it back up afterwards. Unless... Hm. I could probably make the explosion directional so you wouldn't even have to throw it. Just point it in a direction and activate. Heat could be an issue for just holding it though..." She trailed off, apparently thinking over her idea.
Lynda
"Jeez, you really like murder, huh?" Brightside snickered. She couldn't see the girls face, but just judging from the sound of her voice it was pretty obvious what she thought about the prospect. Was an attempt to mitigate retribution really that foreign of a concept to her...?

She kicked her legs a bit in the air, and the metal swing creaked a bit in the silent little park area. It was nice here, albeit a bit creepy at times, maybe. She was glad she'd chosen this place to meet up. The night air was especially lovely. Maybe she'd go out and cause some mischief after this? She didn't much feel tired.

"Sure, sure, low level shock whatsit could work." She nodded along like she understood. "Either way! You can figure that out at some point, I trust you. Kinda. There's still the matter of your payment, though, since what with the gun parts I was hoping to maybe expand the purpose of this meeting into something moreso akin to a partnership or something? I bet if we worked together we could hit up even bigger jobs."
Alfred
"...Lets see what you can do first. So far I'm not impressed" She said bluntly, pulling away from the gun parts to cross her arms and look at Brightside. While she wanted to be picky... It wasn't as though she would turn down help. If she had another person to carry a bag on her last outing, she would've doubled her profits. Well, she'd probably have to pay Brightside something, but still.

"You're a thinker right? Get to thinking" She said with a wave of her hand. The only real combat potential from Brightside would likely be whatever Tinketech was built for her.
Lynda
"Sure thing, Miss Impatient. First things first though; when I use it, you'll probably want to get going right away, so... Here."

Brightside reached out, giving her a slim piece of paper with a phone number and an email address on it. She grinned and clicked her tongue twice.

"A way to keep in touch. I'll still be looking for *My* Payment, after this. Now then, without further ado..." The little girl trailed off as she activated her power.

The next second, Pinnacle would suddenly become aware of another mental presence. Not *In* Her mind per se, but just... Watching her. Studying her. Observing. It wasn't necessarily unsettling, but it was notable, and it was clear that the source was the young girl in front of her. It was rapidly approaching a conclusion of some kind.
Alfred
Pinnacle took the piece of paper awkwardly, setting it inside a small pouch at her side. Picking up something so small with hands so big was... Difficult.

"Yeah yeah..." She said with a wave of her hand. She didn't mind making more tinker tech. It just gave her more ideas for later - for when she could work on her main project.

As soon as she felt Brightside's mental presence upon her she shivered in place. It was... Uncomfortable. Her fists stayed at her sides, clenching and unclenching. She didn't expect Brightside's power to take any more than a quick look. Whatever this was... Felt like it could be a little more than that. Something sinister. Was she a master of some sort after all?
Lynda
Well, other than looking a bit uncomfortable, Brightside counted herself lucky that the other girl didn't do anything *Rash*. It wasn't like her power was particularly intrusive, usually, but it was just weird enough that sometimes you couldn't really predict how people would act in response. She had always been curious just what it really felt like when she used it, but the best she'd ever really understood was that it felt like being *Watched* From the inside, which sounded *Super* Weird.

The process finished, and of course the presence vanished as well, returning to fill her with knowledge and information. However, disappointingly, it was much less than she was used to. This had happened before, recently, when she'd used it on the firebird cape girl. She was starting to come to the disappointing realization that, for whatever reason, her power was limited against other capes.

The disappointment on her face was clearly visible for a moment, before she just decided that it was *Good enough* Anyways, and just smiled. Her voice took on that sort of *Otherworldly* Tone she liked to put on, as if releasing a prophecy, when she was providing advice using her power.

"You need a lab. You need money. There's an old Casino on 453rd Main Street in the Vanguard District, just up the road. Tomorrow at 5am they'll have a small team of contractors performing maintainence around the vault. They have the access codes. If you start preparing now, and go with some help tomorrow at that exact time, you'll be able to get the valuables from the vault using that team."

She took a deep breath as the information drifted away, having been delivered.

"*Tada!*" She said simply, spreading her arms like a magician who'd just done their best trick.
Alfred
"A casino? That... Could work" Pinnacle said, seeming to relax as she thought on the offer.

"I'll need help? I'm guessing you want to be that help, don't you?" She said in a resigned tone. She didn't trust thinkers, but... If what she was saying was true, it would be a huge help. It would up her schedule dramatically.

Her first thought was to ensure that she couldn't be doublecrossed. After all - if she didn't build tinker tech for the girl until after the job, then she would have to survive the day. 

She frowned as she came to a realization - if she didn't immediately make something for the girl, then she wouldn't be as big of a help for tomorrow. Was she going to have to stay up all night building?

She let out a groan.

Fucking thinkers.
Lynda
"*Me?*" She blurted out before thinking, eyes wide. The thinker girl side-eyed the swingset next to her, then did some quick thinking. At the end of the day, she *Had* Offered to join Pinnacle on a mission or two, but she hadn't even considered the possibility of herself being the 'help' in her aforementioned prophecy. Would she be sufficient? Was she *Supposed* To be the help?

She didn't know, and it made her uncomfortable. Usually her power provided her huge amounts of detailed insight, and she wasn't sure what to do with this newly limited version of her power that seemed to only kick in for other capes. If she didn't know the exact steps, would it all still work the way it was supposed to...?

*Ah well, who cares?* She thought.

"Yea, of course, me! You better get busy, though! You've only got, like, what, 26 hours? ...What time is it?" She snickered.
Alfred
Pinnacle frowned. Was the thinker feigning surprise at being picked? Or was it all just a ploy? You could never tell if they meant what they were actually saying. It was possible this whole scenario was just a set up for something even bigger. Something that she couldn't yet see. It'd be best if she just played it off as though she didn't doubt herself.

"Yes, you. I'll make you something for the job tomorrow. If you fuck me over..." She said, letting anger into her tone. Now the girl was laughing at her.

She shook her head, picking up the bag and then started to walk off.

"Whatever. I have work to do" She said.
Lynda
Jeez. This girl was *Prickly*. Well, that sorta seemed like putting it lightly. She didn't need to be a thinker to finish off the intention from that incomplete sentence, and knowing what she did, it was the second time in this relatively short conversation that Pinnacle threatened to kill her.

Brightside just waved with both hands, twirling with one foot off the ground and a wide smile on her face, a cheery facade as always.

"Ooookay! Well, don't be a stranger! I'll see you tomorrow!" She snickered and sat back down onto the swing, kicking her feet as she watched the girl head off into the night, hopefully not just making off with the bag of valuable gun parts.

Well, she didn't think it was very likely that she was being robbed, at least. Probably.