[ WP ] You 're a Tinkerer , a person that can create highly advanced technology . Because of this , you 're wanted by a lot of people . What they do n't know however , is that you 're are n't like the others . You ca n't make cool guns or giant robots . Instead , you make kitchen appliances .

Baron von Baron took long strides along the room in front of me, his dress shoes making rhythmic clicks across the concrete floor. His black cloak billowed around him as he paced, the rich, dark fabric making his pale skin look as though it were glowing. His presence in the room was enough to set a chill in the air; each time he passed in front of me, I felt my skin prickle. 
 
 Meanwhile, I sat bound to a chair by rope so thick that I thought it might be strong enough to support the weight of a small country. A hanging, flickering light swung above us, which, despite the dire circumstances, I could not help but find about as annoying as a housefly. 
 
 `` You know why you are here, yes?'' the Baron asked. 
 
 I hesitated, then nodded. 
 
 `` I need a weapon that will help me destroy my enemies, and I know you can make this for me. I have been searching for years, but I finally caught one of you,'' he glanced at me. `` You will lead me to victory.'' 
 
 He stopped his pacing and smiled a smile completely devoid of warmth. I remained silent. His smile quickly disappeared and an annoyed look took over his face. `` Well? What was your last invention, Tinkerer?'' 
 
 `` I... er, I made a machine that produces beams of electromagnetic radiation to cook things,'' I responded slowly. 
 
 The Baron's eyes lit up. `` Like someone's head?'' 
 
 My mouth twisted. Confused, I said, `` No, like a burrito.'' 
 
 `` A burrito... You are talking of food?! What use is that to me?'' 
 
 I shrugged. 
 
 Bewildered, Baron von Baron stared at me, his mouth slightly agape. `` What was your creation before that?'' 
 
 `` It was a machine that slowly warmed and burned using electricity—'' 
 
 `` Ahh, yes! Like a more modern version of a brazen bull,'' he interrupted. `` Now that is ideal! How many people can fit inside it?'' he asked, his smile returning. 
 
 Once again, I was left perplexed. `` No, it was used on things like bread. You may have heard of it; it's called a toaster?'' 
 
 `` A *toaster*? Of course I've heard of a toaster! Who has n't heard of that? You did n't invent that!'' 
 
 `` Oh no, no, of course not. I just built a more efficient one,'' I explained nervously. 
 
 The Baron was staring at me again. A vein was popping out along his forehead. `` Okay, I have to ask: you *are* a Tinkerer, yes?'' 
 
 `` Yes,'' I said, my voice breaking as I did. 
 
 `` Okay, what was your last *original* invention?'' 
 
 I thought about it. `` Well... a few months ago, I made a machine with blades so sharp they could cut through any sort of—'' 
 
 `` Bone? Flesh? Bank vault doors?'' the Baron asked hurriedly, a hungry gleam in his eyes. 
 
 `` —fruit,'' I finished lamely. 
 
 The Baron slammed his fist against the nearest wall, put his head down, and closed his eyes. After a moment, he said quietly, `` Are you talking about a blender?'' 
 
 `` Oh god, no! I'm talking about a smoothie machine.'' 
 
 I watched as the Baron's white face turned as red as any apple my smoothie machine could blend up. Finally, he opened his eyes and said, `` Are you capable of making anything other than kitchen appliances?'' 
 
 `` I think so, Mr. von Baron,'' I said, feeling uncertain. 
 
 `` Please, call me Baron,'' he said distractedly. `` So, if I told you I need you to invent something that can be harnessed to serve the greater evil, something that perhaps involves heat... maybe even oil...'' he trailed off, his eyes glazing over with a dreamy look. 
 
 I leaned forward as much as my binding would allow, excited at the prospect of pleasing my captor. `` I think I made something like that once. It's a big pot of hot oil that you drop things into to—'' 
 
 `` That's a deep fryer.'' 
 
 I paused. `` No, I ca n't make anything that's not a cooking appliance.'' 
 
 Baron von Baron sighed. `` Well... while you're here, you can at least fix up my kitchen.'' 
 
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 \ # 7. I'm still very new to writing, so criticisms would be extremely appreciated!: )
