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poe • 14 April 2016 at 5:45 AM
@bunnyshadow ((lol tired brain writing again hopefully I didn't miss something important. here we go))"Ah, the usual for most." Jules paused imperceptibly as he heard gunshots ring out. In the same instant, he glanced out across the crowd, scanning for the source. All he could see was a giant of a man with a surge of alarmed traders and merchants around him. He finished his reply casually to the woman as he stared, noticing her backing up to avoid danger. "Are you trading anything? I might be able to help you out."He tucked himself against the stall and pulled his rifle out, ready to defend himself. A chaotic scene unfurled in the next stall over, books scattering first from a startled mule and next from the massive man flinging another man into the merchant's wares. Jules watched alertly, but kept his distance. The large man was intimidating, but it was the shooter he didn't trust.As things appeared to settle somewhat, Jules looked to the woman he'd begun a conversation with, wearing a reassuring face. She seemed to simply be determined to avoid the violence.
asi • 14 April 2016 at 6:29 AM
Shimon had been hoping, in the time which he so painstakingly gave, that the shooter might say something that would be able to calm him down, give him a grip on that temper of his. Something reasonable, explanatory, apologetic. He did try, he really did, to listen.Needless to say, most of the words the breathless, but fast-recovering youth spewed so eloquently flew right over his head. 'Graciously'? 'Vehemently'? What? They even took a detour on their way past to float in circles around Shimon's head like those little circling birdies seen in olden day comic strips... Although they were words he'd heard of somewhere before, in those long sentences, and with rage pumping through his system like a drug, he couldn't be more innocent of knowing the other's man's subtle meanings. At least in those intricacies.But he got the general gist of it somehow.At first, his intensity slackened, and he looked behind him muttering a surprised, "Oh, so it was a thief..? But you still shouldn't have-"Shimon was interrupted by the next stream of words, and distracted from noticing the small show of pain that might even have torn him free from the clenched fist his anger held over his mind. Still, that brain fought against that numbing blanket buzz, to process all those words, give being civil and thinking a chance...He just spluttered for a moment, and it was clear he was terribly upset by the suggestion. "Y-you liar, I..."Shimon paused, trembling something awful.Then as that dark-haired, trigger-happy youth slunk away and went to pick up the gun in the process, he snapped."I DON'T CARE!" he roared, with such volume that every single living thing within a mile surely sprung up in shock. "I don't like you AT ALL, snake, and you won't say one more false word, or I'll, I'LL-"Then he reached over, grabbed the nearest piece of stall, whatever it was, however heavy it was, and threw it.
dada_dragon • 14 April 2016 at 12:27 PM
Indigo watched as the giant man picked up a large wooden stall and throw it into the crowd towards his attacker. The man was clearly no thinking straight, because the streets were crowded and he was going to hit a lot more than his target...Ignoring the man requesting assistance, Indigo pulled the lighter from her pocket.She wasn't sure how the biology involved in her power worked, and she didn't bother ever finding out. All she knew was that she had three gasses available to her, and she was going to need the one that produced the hottest fire for this to work..."EVERYONE DUCK!" she yelled.She exhaled sharply, aiming for the flying stall. She had to give him credit. He'd thrown it in a relatively high arc, giving her time to react. Igniting the lighter, she moved it in front of her face...WHOOOOOOOSH!The flame was very hot on her face, despite the flame not even touching it. She always forgot how intense the heat of it was... In less than a second, the stall was ash and much smaller debris. She extinguished the lighter and the fire dissipated.@bunnyshadow@asi@takatheeducatedkid@taffy789@poe
bunnyshadow • 15 April 2016 at 2:27 AM
@dada_dragon@asi @poe ~~~Isale gave the man a halfhearted smile at his attempt at small talk. "I only have weapons..." She trailed off suddenly, before speaking up once more. "And water." The woman seemed obviously uncomfortable at the commotion, and shifted stressfully from one foot to the other. Isale wanted to move away from what seemed to be the beginning of an all out brawl, but forced herself to stay in the hopes that she could get something out of this stranger. Her eyes followed his hands as he drew his weapons, and she felt the need to do the same, placing one of her hands inside her coat.-Vladan had lifted his gun, ready to shoot at the hulking figure that had attacked him when the other men literally picked up a huge chunk of someone's broken stall and tossed it into the air. Straight at him. He stared at the stall in midair, dumbfound that his attacker was powerful enough to lift it up in the first place. Just when he was about to react, a loud yell reverberated through the area. He ducked down, hitting the floor with a thud as flames spewed over his head and into the air, absolutely consuming and destroying the flying stall. "What the..." He glanced over towards the direction the flames had flowed from, and saw a dark haired woman standing up, lighter in her outstretched hand. The man rolled away, dragging his rifle along with him, using this fiery distraction as a chance to escape.-Isale had definitely not expected the temperature around her to rise that exponentially. The fire had been appeared several feet away from her, having come from the woman she had been examining so intently not so long ago. Sweat beaded from her forehead, and the woman backed away quickly, stepping into a concrete wall on accident. She wiped her forehead with her hand, the heat was definitely unexpected, and the warmth exploded along her skin in waves. The only two words she could choke out were."It's hot." Isale bent over slightly, placing her hands on her knees as she took a moment to regain her composure. The woman stood, before fanning herself with her hands in an attempt to cool down.-Vladan threaded through the crowd, head ducked low with his gun in hand, still a bit disgruntled from being thrown around by the giant man. Vladan would make sure to get him back later... For now, he continued his man hunt, though kept an eye out for a merchant with mounts as well.
dada_dragon • 15 April 2016 at 2:41 AM
Indigo ignored the stares she was now getting and examined her lighter. The thing was out of fluid, and while she only really needed the spark, it would be nice to find a new one... Sitting back down, she spit in an attempt to rid her mouth of the taste of the gas, with very little success.Many of the shopkeepers returned to their business, but she could see a few eyes remaining on her for longer than she was comfortable with. Perhaps these were that gang the other girl had mentioned... She would remain a little while longer, but she knew better than to push her luck...@bunnyshadow@asi@taffy789@takatheeducatedkid@poe
asi • 15 April 2016 at 5:46 AM
Of course Shimon was furious when his weapon spontaneously combusted overhead. Instead of killing his target well and truly dead as intended, the little punk was only doused in a light, harmless layer of stall-ash. Needless to say Shimon, entirely unaffected by the sudden eruption of heat, had no qualms about striding through the showering wreckage to lay his hands on his prey one last time.The rage was choking him from the inside. It held his mind captive, it clogged up all his arteries with too much blood pumping through, too fast, and constricted his throat until it was even hard to pull in air. He was breathing heavily through his nose while he stamped this way through the volcanic snow-zone, fully intent on snuffing a life right out of this world.Well, he didn't want to, but he had to, you understand. They'd understand, wouldn't they? This one, this one deserved it...Shimon inhaled a noseful of ash. He stopped. Doubled over. And he sneezed. "Ah, ah... A-achoo!"When he drew himself back up to height, sniffling and one hand wiping his nose clean, Shimon surveyed the scene with a very wearied expression. It didn't take the head of a rocket scientist to look at that mess and bring up a sigh and the phrase, 'he'd done it again'... Mind you, the ash was a new thing. He wondered if it could be that he'd suddenly manifested the ability to disintegrate things with laser eyes. The way his skull was throbbing with heat, it wouldn't surprise Shimon in the least.But he suppressed the miserable moan he felt bubbling up his throat and instead, turned to the hardy-looking woman standing by the stall he'd so evidently destroyed.He bowed, twice to be safe, as he remembered so many times they weren't satisfied until he was on the ground and eating the dirt to the tune of their shoe. The very memory flooded his system with the heat of resentment... But now he had the presence of mind to simply shake it off, and instead put his efforts into apologizing profusely for his actions."I'm sorry," he told the bookstall owner shortly, "for the damages." Well, at least he tried.She was strangely playing with a lighter now that he paid attention... Huh. He hoped she didn't smoke. The habit was gross, and made him wrinkle his nose before he remembered he was attempting to be polite and remorseful.That permanent scowl of his was still very much prominent as Shimon went on to assure the girl, "I'll pay you back for this, I promise..." Then he started, eyes widening behind a few curly tufts of strawberry blond hair. "But there's something I need to take care of first!"It was funny, considering how tall he was and hence easy to spot, how much difficulty he had finding others. But when most of what he saw was the tops of people's heads, it really was no laughing matter! Still, he refused to feel disheartened, and continued faithfully to look for Ismene. It was his responsibility.
takaedakumi • 15 April 2016 at 11:12 AM
After a little while, Arlo heard a lot more than gunshots outside of his hiding place while he caught his breath. Peeking very slightly outside the opening in the crumbling wall, his eyes widened at the sight of Vladan getting beaten nearly to death, and soon there was a shop stall flying at the man. "Holy crap!" he cursed, wasting no time leaping down from the pile of debris he had been concealed in. As he made his way over, he saw a woman blow fire and burn the stall to cinders, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Vladan sneaking away from the encounter--but he didn't follow the man right away like he would have wanted.Arlo pulled his scarf back down from his head to get a better look at the area which had been completely destroyed in an unfortunate stream of events caused by his getaway. "This is... my fault." he choked out, hoping for all that was good that no one had been severely hurt or killed.*I was wondering when it would dawn on you.* Creed said nonchalantly, with no real regard for Arlo's emotions. One could almost picture him shrugging as he made the comment."Shut up for a moment, would you? Just shut up, Creed." Arlo said in a low, disgusted tone. He tried to think of something he could do to help the situation, but he couldn't figure out where to start, or even who to apologize to. Normally, he'd have chalked it up to Creed's adventures--but this felt so much more like he was to blame. He should have known Vladan was dangerous enough to fire into a crowd. Why didn't he just handle it diplomatically? He could have pretended to be Creed until they got out of the market, there were so many other things running through his mind now.*Look, you probably don't want to hear this, but you should get out of here.* Creed suggested, *It doesn't matter what happened or whether it was your fault--right now, Vladan is out there with a firearm, and if you're that worried about this lousy market you might want to make sure he stops firing into crowds looking for you.* It was pretty unlike Creed to suggest something regarding saving lives, but perhaps it was because he wanted to lead Arlo to Vladan again, or it could have been because he cared about the man's emotional health deep down.Either way, the words struck Arlo as somewhat wise, despite how Creed had presented them. "Alright," Arlo finally agreed, "we'll find him... but it's not for his sake, or for yours." he reminded his companion.
dada_dragon • 15 April 2016 at 12:54 PM
Indigo looked down at the hulk of a man, begging for her forgiveness. Confused at why he might be apologizing, she looked down at her stand. Sort of.In the confusion, Indigo hadn't noticed that in picking up the stall next to her, the man had knocked over her own stand. The scattered books and tools were more of an inconvenience than anything, but..."I hope you have something worthwhile to trade for these." she said, picking up the shattered remains of one of the light bulbs. All of them were destroyed. "These are very hard to come by. They don't even exist anymore outside of the radiation zones."She crossed her arms. Those were her prize items. Those who were able to afford solar panels were usually willing to pay a high price for them. Even just one of them could get her a week's worth of meals... the lot of them could've gotten her a horse.@asi
bunnyshadow • 15 April 2016 at 2:37 PM
Fang made his way out of the lot of the crowd, breaking through the throng of people and into an open area. He sat down on the dirt floor, with his arms on his knees and rifle held tightly in hand. There was a moment of silence where he attempted to comprehend exactly what had happened in the past 24 hours. First, he had achieved two packs plentiful of supplies from the dead woman, then he encountered a bipolar manic, and after that the psychopath runs away with his supplies, causing Fang to effectively get harmed by a giant man with anger issues. He shifted uncomfortably in an attempt to release the tension from his back. Fang dropped his gun on the ground with a tired sigh as he attempted to brush the dirt and splinters off his clothing and body."Screw my life." He muttered in irritation.
takaedakumi • 15 April 2016 at 6:56 PM
@bunnyshadow~~~Arlo hesitantly started his search for Creed's companion in the crowd, unsure if he would spot the man before Vladan spotted him and turned him into Swiss cheese.*Stick to the sidelines, and don't go out in the open.* Creed told him.Arlo nodded, "Yeah, I know."It was difficult to find anyone in this place, which had been the perfect advantage not too long ago, but now it was certainly not in his favor. He pushed through the seemingly endless crowd for a small while before finding his way to an open area of the market. To his surprise, Vladan appeared to be sitting on the ground in the middle of it all.Taking a deep breath and straightening up a little, Arlo took a bold step forward, removing the pack from his shoulder and tossing it before Vladan's feet. "Take it." he said, "I never wanted it to begin with." He took a chance that the man wouldn't just shoot him then and there, turning to walk away without another word.*Back to aimless wandering then?* Creed sighed, which halted Arlo's steps. The man stood there staring at the ground indecisively, as if unsure that he really wanted to leave a chance to find Eden.
bunnyshadow • 15 April 2016 at 7:31 PM
@takatheeducatedkid ~~~Fang looked up when a familiar looking pack was tossed by his feet. He turned to see the silver haired man that he was just about to go out searching for. "It's Arlo speaking, I presume?" The man said, as he stared intently at Arlo's retreating back. "Creed had wanted a fair share of some of these supplies earlier today, but apparently you show absolutely no interest at all. He stood, heaving the bag over his shoulder, and lifting the other one up with his free hand."I'll give you credit for being an absolute darling and returning what you stole, at least." Fang turned, making to head back into the crowd in search of the mounts he had been hoping for. "I'll be on my way then."
takaedakumi • 15 April 2016 at 8:05 PM
@bunnyshadow~~~Arlo said nothing in reply to Vladan assuming who was speaking. knowing that he was probably aware that he was correct. He glanced back as the man began to walk away."Hold on," he stated, turning around, "you said you're looking for Eden... right?"Creed said nothing, but if his face had been visible, a sly grin would have been widening as Arlo questioned Vladan's motives."Your previous deal was with Creed. What do you say we make a separate one?" Arlo's chain of thought was simple--he needed to keep an eye on this man, but he also needed to find Eden. As long as he didn't make direct eye contact with Vladan, this could work out in not only his favor, but the favor of everyone else too.
asi • 15 April 2016 at 9:05 PM
Although it sure looked angry, the emotion behind Shimon's glare was actually complete bewilderment at the little broken pieces of glass, coiled metal and wire. Eh? Those things were valuable? He knew they were some kind of olden day tech, but they didn't look at all to be practical now. Without the lightning their ancestors had somehow tamed and stuck in cords and chemicals, these things were obsolete. Who had a use for weird-looking glass balls nowadays?For all Shimon knew, they could just be the latest trend in fashion. A slight grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he imagined the stoic woman before him wearing a chain of them like a scarf... The hint of a smile quickly evaporated as the other possibility struck him. That these kinds of things could be easily sold to the government, if they could be found in whichever deep underground bunker they'd crawled away into now. Shimon was sure they were out there still, as his neighbor had passionately informed him, licking their wounds while they dreamt up the next big play for their international nuclear pissing competition.He gave an irritated sigh, contemplating those silly little glass scraps, the expectant woman, and the insurmountable fact that he really had nothing of significance to offer in return.Well, except- he shifted the weighty little pack that still hung on to his shoulders a trifle anxiously- things vital to his own survival. There was no way he'd give that up for anything less than a whole marketplace-on-him all-out brawl... The consequences of Shimon losing that would be much more devastating, for everyone involved.So he told her curtly, "I don't, but I'll work it off-"As soon as he'd said that, Shimon was ambushed from behind by a large hand, one to rival his own, coming down hard on his back. He hardly felt it, of course, but he heard the resounding slap and turned in surprise.Apparently, the man was the actual owner of the stall Shimon had entirely decimated, because the next thing he knew, the blond-haired tower was being brusquely directed to a pile of logs that needed moving from one end of the market to another. And apparently courage was infectious, as someone else quickly pressed an ax, followed quickly by a hammer and bag of nails into his arms. A whole gaggle of shopkeepers were now instructing him all at once about how they needed wood chopped and new stalls built and arguing about whose business got priority treatment."..." And so he was dragged helplessly away and put to work by a bunch of fearless traders seeking compensation (and a few taking advantage).Honestly, he was just relieved no one had yet decided to beat him to a pulp. His restraint was always a lot better just after he'd regained it, but Shimon was aware that he'd experienced no satisfaction in his last rage-fueled moments. He shouldn't be taking any more chances, not before he had a moment to... Exorcise himself...For now, he submitted himself to the work he was given, hefting a thick trunk over his shoulder without even the smallest sign of effort, much to everyone's barely disguised awe. With his strength, even the greedy merchants' wishes could only last so long, and hopefully, Ismene, who he'd still failed to find, could wait.The disturbance on the street slowly subsided, now that the dangers were clearly otherwise occupied, and everyone returned to going about their business with varying degrees of excitement still on their faces.
dada_dragon • 15 April 2016 at 9:33 PM
Indigo watched as the shopkeepers swamped the man, demanding that he repair their damaged stalls. She knew for sure that at least a few of them were not damaged before, but the man didn't argue.She sighed, taking one last wistful look at the shattered bulbs. Collecting what she could of her remaining wares, she began to walk away, but one last look at the man, doing his best to do the requested repairs. She sighed.Walking over to the man, who was clumsily maneuvering a hammer and nails with his large hands, she held out her hand for the hammer."Here... You can hold the planks. I'll nail them down." she said, not making eye contact.What am I doing? she wondered.@asi
asi • 16 April 2016 at 12:36 AM
Shimon looked over, wary and in shock. It was true that he had trouble with the 'building' part of building: shifting large, sturdy objects around? No problem! Carefully nailing things together? That was uh, a little more complex. He had to use the right amount of force, or else the wood would splinter; worse, the nail would bend comically or break or, god forbid, the hammer's handle would go 'snap', and he'd be in hot water all over again.None of this meant he was looking for help. "Please don't," he said lowly, turning his attention back down to his task, squeezing the hammer's grip tight in one hand, while the other fiddled with holding a tiny nail up straight. He brought the tool down slowly, not at all concerned for his fingers, but instead only about getting that fragile little nail stuck in straight.It went halfway through, but the head bent about a sixty-degree angle in the process.His usual frown looked even a bit disheartened as he gave a neutral harrumph and tossed the scrap metal aside. While digging around in the bag he'd been given for a replacement, Shimon explained, without looking up, "It's entirely my fault. If I could just control myself these things wouldn't happen," he mumbled, pushing the new nail in the indent the last try had left.This time he was met with some success as the nail went through, all the way, and more. Anyone who tried now to get it out would face some serious difficulty... But the shopkeepers presumably wouldn't care until much later, when they needed to repurpose.Shimon brushed a few silky blond locks out of his eyes and moved on, crouching over the work he was determined to finish. "It's the least I can do, to try and make up for me."The thought brought him back to nostalgic days, where his sisters coerced him into playing 'Godzilla' with him, and then cried to his parents about his being too convincing... He smiled bitterly then at all that he'd lost.
dada_dragon • 16 April 2016 at 1:14 AM
Indigo watched his handiwork. 'Sloppy' was an understatement."Look... If you continue at this rate, they're going to make you restart the whole thing. And they'll be angrier. All that this is going to accomplish is start another yelling mob." she said plainly. "Helping other people is useless if you're not actually helping them. You should play to your strengths, which, judging by the way you hurled that stall through the air, is your physical strength. You let me handle the details."She looked into his eyes, which were kind and earnest. He wasn't very bright, but he had a good heart."I'll even let you tell me where to nail." she compromised, then added, "You wouldn't try to punch the nails in the board, right? People's fists weren't made to punch that nail into place. That's why we use a hammer... to do a job that we can't do on our own."@asi
bunnyshadow • 16 April 2016 at 1:26 AM
@takatheeducatedkid ~~~Fang paused as he turned to look back at Arlo. He made to look Arlo in the eye, but noticed that he was avoiding eye contact altogether. "What do you propose?" The man questioned. "I can help you get there, but I'd like to know what I will receive in return."
asi • 16 April 2016 at 2:01 AM
Before, Shimon had been experiencing a strange cool, like the sensation he'd get from bathing in a lake in autumn. Chilled but peaceful. The words the young woman spoke next had his temperature shooting up automatically, and his hands quaking so badly he couldn't even try to hammer the next nail in, not even to spite her. He cast the tools aside to glare over at her, shaky hands flexing as the phrase ran through his mind; 'I'll show you who's not helping..!'But then he met her eyes and saw she didn't really mean to insult, and though that didn't mean it hurt any less, Shimon exhaled forcefully and the anger drained out of him."You don't know me," he told her harshly, and well, maybe only most of it had left him. The stuff that would drive him to physically harm, at least. "If you did, then you'd also know I'm not the person you should be helping."He stood then, drawing up to his full, daunting height, and looked down on her with that fearsome and unintentional scowl of his. "But I guess if it's the shopkeepers you want to help, it's a free world," he said gruffly, before tacking on a darkly thoughtful, "sort of..."After only a moment to let that sink in, Shimon recovered to more or less good-spirits- not that it made a single perceivable outward change, but perhaps his tone could be heard to be a little lighter when he told her; "I wouldn't know where to nail, but those guys will be happy to tell you, and give me something else to do."He was right. Judging by the traders' gestures, they (had been growing concerned) were very eager to re-purpose him to wood-chopping. That, at least, was a task Shimon could certainly do, so he grabbed the axe and headed over.
dada_dragon • 16 April 2016 at 2:54 AM
Indigo picked up the hammer and began correcting his handiwork. She probably could have been less callous, but it wasn't her style to sugarcoat her words...She did pity him... Even now, she could hear the other shopkeepers jeering at him. She forced herself to focus on the work."Idiots..." She mumbled under her breath, then continued hammering. She watched the man chopping wood. He was incredibly strong. She could see the axe handle flexing dangerously with the force of each blow. She was impressed.@asi
takaedakumi • 16 April 2016 at 6:58 PM
@bunnyshadow~~~"Well," Arlo started, "I was thinking we could help each other out.. I mean, we both know basically the same amount of information regarding Eden, and it would only be beneficial to have a companion watching your back." The more he talked, the more he felt like this was a stupid idea--why would teaming up with Vladan really help him? And why on earth would the man want help from the likes of himself and not just Creed?"There is one condition though..." he said, figuring he'd gone this far already, "no... no killing."
poe • 17 April 2016 at 2:27 AM
Water... He honestly hadn't expected to come across someone readily trading it. The commotion subsided and the large man was swarmed with merchants apparently looking for repairs. He was glad there wasn't a need to get involved. Staying discreet would be important for the time being. The woman selling books went over to help the clumsy man. Jules brought his attention back to the woman offering water, his distraction not noticeable it was so brief."Are you going to be okay?" Jules asked the dark-haired woman instead of inquiring further about the water. She seemed to be rather uncomfortable. He wasn't really sure what part of the discourse had caused her discomfort, but he was hoping he could help.
bunnyshadow • 17 April 2016 at 2:54 PM
@takatheeducatedkid @poe ~~~Fang paused midstep, and his next words were blunt. "You're on your own then." He replied to Arlo's ridiculous conditions. "I don't need you, I'm a self sufficient person." The man turned back to face forwards, before heading on his way again.-Isale gave the man a halfhearted smile. "Yeah, I'll be fine." She muttered. "I just wasn't expecting the heat from the fire to be so..." The woman trailed off. "Blistering." She glanced over to the crowd of people that had gradually grown smaller as the commotion subsided. The woman that had breathed out her searing flames was currently giving the raging(now calm) man assistance in his new jobs, and she couldn't help but feel a rising anger directed at her.Who was that strange woman... And who did she think she was, spitting her crimson inferno in a place like this.
takaedakumi • 17 April 2016 at 3:30 PM
@bunnyshadow~~~"I had a feeling you'd say that." Arlo commented, eyes narrowing. Well, he'd tried. That was what counted, right? It's not like there was anything he could really do for the guy anyway, his methods were the same, if not worse than Creed's for gathering information.He glanced aimlessly around the place, trying to figure out what to do next as Vladan disappeared into the crowd.*What now?* Creed asked, growing bored already."I don't know. Got any suggestions that don't include torture or killing?" Arlo replied--though unsurprisingly, he got no answer. After mulling it over, he finally decided to head back to the area where Vladan had shot into the crowd, hoping to find some supplies for the road at whatever stalls hadn't been destroyed; then maybe he could head back out to the empty countryside away from people.As he approached the place where the commotion had taken place however, he noticed the the giant of a man from earlier was chopping wood in return for the damages he had caused as the shopkeepers told him all the things they needed him to do next. Arlo's heart sank at the sight--if he hadn't provoked Vladan into firing his weapon, this man wouldn't have had to step in, and now he was working as payment for it.Arlo walked up to the crowd of shopkeepers around the hulking man and got their attention. "Anything I can do to help?" he asked, hoping to take a job off the list of chores they were dumping on the other.
dada_dragon • 17 April 2016 at 3:47 PM
Indigo looked up from her work to grab more nails, when she noticed a girl glaring daggers at her nearby. She studied the girl for a brief moment before turning back to her work. She didn't know what her problem was, but she also didn't care.Nailing down the last board, she took another drink from her canteen. She needed to get out of the market as soon as she was done... She didn't want to risk any further incident...@bunnyshadow@asi@takatheeducatedkid@taffy789@poe
taffy789 • 17 April 2016 at 4:43 PM
When the shopkeeper had shouted "duck" Ismene had done just that, diving to safety behind another stall and pulling her mule with her. When the shopekeeper then blew fire out of her mouth, revealing herself to be a mutant, Ismene did the only sensible thing and skedaddled out of the area with haste. Both the gangs and government would not hesitate to go after a confirmed mutant, and she really didn't want to be around if the Quarantined gang decided to go a-mutant hunting... ... Not that her current plan included her avoiding the gang completely, tragically. She would be doing quite the opposite, actually.As Ismene hurried away from the fight, a quick glanced back revealed to her who had been the one fighting- Shimon. She would recognize the tall blond hulking beanstalk from anywhere, not like it was particularly difficult. She watched him get dragged away by a few angry shopkeepers and thought about going to help, but didn't.She wouldn't be able to pay for the damages; she needed what little wealth she had... Feeling slightly ashamed for leaving her self-proclaimed escort to fend for himself, Ismene pulled her mule further into the Suburb's many streets and houses. She determined herself to find another trading market to trade what few wares she had, and then she would finally travel to her destination. The Quarantined's camp, the large gated area located deep in the Suburb and crawling with thieves, murderers, kidnappers, government spies, and slavers.Feeling very much like a mosquito making a direct beeline into a spider's web, Ismene marched onwards without thinking too hard on what she was actually about to attempt to accomplish.
asi • 17 April 2016 at 9:51 PM
He could hear a few of the shopkeepers laughing. Only the sound of it, as the slight wind, the movement of his muscles and the resounding 'crack' the wood made when splitting all stole their words from his hearing. He couldn't make out the words, so they could have been talking good-naturedly about anything. It might have even brought a slight smile to his frown, just to be around people in such good spirits. Shimon just wished they weren't pointing.It was a blessing that they stayed far enough away that he couldn't hear, for if he did, he reckoned it was likely he'd snap, and in turn, snap their necks.Once, his hands shook so badly, he was forced to let the axe slip right out of his fingers, before they clenched into a fist and the handle was reduced into dust and splinters with a pointed rock on one end... The last thing he wanted to do was make people really angry. He bent over to pick up the tool, hearing in his head the words he expected the others to be trading; 'clumsy', 'dumb brute', 'giant', and even 'beast', all of which he'd heard before.Cat-calls were a little more rare, and Shimon stiffened immediately, not daring to look at the group for fear of spotting the perpetrator. He wasn't sure he'd be able to hold back the flood of red haze if he saw them...These traders, some of them genuinely could use his help getting things done, for which he honestly was to blame, but by now it was obvious that some of the others- they just wanted to humiliate him.Now wearing an exceptionally grim expression, he went back to cutting the wood. The only difference was the single-minded fury that drove him. It seemed likely a small forest could find itself moved from one side of his chopping block (which was replaced almost as frequently as the target wood, but that hardly mattered), to the other, without even a change in his tempo.It was when finally, perhaps a half-hour later, a man approached him only to suggest he change out of his shirt, that Shimon stopped. Despite the physical labor, every inch of him was dry, without the slightest hint of sweat. On the other hand, although he didn't find the exercise strenuous at all, the merchants' antics were simply too much.There was still a small few logs left, but he was so done.He stomped past the gaggle of offending shopkeepers, muttering something about taking a break. Much to his luck, they didn't even give a proper response, distracted as they were by some silvery-haired kid... Shimon didn't try fate by sparing the scene any more attention.Instead, he went to loom over to the female trader who had just finished nailing all of the stall repairs. "I'm having lunch," he told her, still scowling as much as ever. "Do you want to talk about your... Glass balls?" he grimaced, forgetting what they were called.Lapse in memory aside, he'd been thinking about this all through his chores, and it was troubling him. Though he really didn't know much about trading values, he'd figured that old tech had to be valuable, perhaps not to him, but to the right buyers. There was no way he could give her anything to compensate for it, and since she was willing to help him help out the traders, it was unlikely she had similar work that needed doing.Although he wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, Shimon wouldn't be able to do so while he was in debt. The problem was, the longer he stayed, the greater it would inevitably become.This was why his neighbor and sisters had left him behind on nearly every visit to the suburbs...
dada_dragon • 17 April 2016 at 10:57 PM
"Lightbulbs." She said simply, wiping her forehead. "Honestly, I think you've been through enough punishment today from these jackals, but I wouldn't mind some food if you have extra."She could see the way they were pointing and jeering at the man. It seemed that human decency in this area had died off along with civilization..."I don't think I'll be coming back to this market anytime soon." She said. "Far too many ruffians and scrapdogs."@asi
poe • 18 April 2016 at 3:58 AM
"That was a little unexpected, I'll admit. I haven't seen someone breathe fire before..." He smiled that charming smile of his. Could he even smile without being charming or handsome? It was actually something he grew to hate about himself.Unexpected, he thought, but it didn't concern him. What was concerning was the gang activity in the area. The government tracked things like gang activity, and Jules was one of the agents who'd spent time tracking it. He hadn't been sure if this was where the Quarantined were still based until he'd caught mention of it in the surrounding conversation. Surely they'd find out about the displays of powerful mutations and go looking. When they did, Jules didn't want to be around."You mentioned you were trading water, correct? What's your price?" He inquired. Jules wasn't worried about the price. He was so well outfitted from the government he had everything but water, since you could really only carry so much of it at a time. Everything was a balancing act of how much you could carry without exhausting yourself carrying it.
bunnyshadow • 19 April 2016 at 12:22 AM
@takatheeducatedkid @poe@dada_dragon @taffy789@asi~~~Vladan journeyed through the camp. He wandered aimlessly for a long time, and it was beginning to reach noonday. The man searched for what seemed like forever, until he encountered a small hut by the edge of the encampment. There was a young man, tending to a several animals inside a fenced in area. There were several chickens, a old dog and a couple of horses that looked relatively well fed.He ventured over, leaning against the fence. Vladan glanced down to the handsome fellow tending to one of the stallions. "Hello." He greeted. "What would you be willing to take for one of your steeds?"-Isale had never had a set value for her water. More often than not, she simply just accepted a meal or two, or several depending on how much the trader was willing to give. "Do you have food?" She asked timidly. "I haven't had a decent meal in days."
takaedakumi • 20 April 2016 at 5:31 PM
"The guy that caused the damage has it mostly covered, but if you want to make the repairs faster we won't stop you." one of the shopkeepers replied to Arlo's offer.Another of the more friendly merchants spoke up from behind his stall as he repaired the damages to his area by himself. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind you making his life easier." the man nodded in Shimon's direction so Arlo would know who the person in question was."Right, thanks." Arlo replied. He would have offered to help the merchant simply for the fact that he was not dumping the work on the man who'd caused the damage, but he picked up the hint that the shopkeeper was worried about the towering guy fixing everything for the others.Arlo made his way over to Shimon, who was conversing with the girl who he noted had been the one to blow fire earlier, now that he thought about it. He felt somewhat insignificant in comparison to Shimon despite being pretty tall himself as he approached. "Hey, I thought you could use a hand with all the work these guys are piling on you." he said, giving the two a friendly smile.*Wow, watching your life is so boring.* Creed commented, though he sighed when he got no response from Arlo.