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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Sept 8, 2010 20:10:19 GMT -5
"Hm, though I remembering-" Jetfire gives an undignified squawk at Jetstorm's hand collides with the back of his head. A small pout appears on his face only to be quickly replaced with a smirk as he races off after his brother, the thrusters in his feet a-blazin'.
//Brother, it is being turned on!// Not quite the same meaning as 'it is on', but Jetfire doesn't know better.
Just hang in there, brave sarong. Just hang in there.
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Post by Elita-1 on Sept 9, 2010 21:56:30 GMT -5
Thoroughly annoyed with the boy and his goat, Elita-1 has moved further down the market. She isn't deliberately trying to create distance between herself and her companions, really. But there's this place up head that has the neatest little carved items....
"Oh isn't this just lovely!" she exclaims gently picking a piece up- after getting a permissive nod from the stallkeeper. It's an intricately carved open-work egg of green and purple stone, very delicate. Even more amazing is the way there seems to be not one, but three smaller eggs cut within the main structure, so that you can actually see all the way though the egg. It is very light, very fragile, and fits in the palm of her hand with room to spare.
"Hey guys, come take a look!" she encourages albeit belatedly. Glyph at least should be interested, maybe Ramulas or Dinobot. She eyes Guzzle warily. Something about the short stocky fellow just screams bull in a china shop.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Sept 10, 2010 6:05:28 GMT -5
The stocky little Autobot keeps laughing for a bit longer, but when the group moves again he breaks it off. There's still a way to amused look in his optics though and at Ramulus' own words, he can't help but walk up to the Maximal to bend over and whisper an insult he learned from Farlane: "Heh. Then why do you fight like a little girl?"
Huh, Elita-1 spotted something! He eyes the stand suspiciously before he actually walks over (casting a glare in the direction of the jet twins as he does), careful not to knock anything over. Doesn't stop him from imagining this place as the scene of a shootout, of course; all those tiny little marvels would probably look awesome exploding into a million pieces as bullets and lasers fly around.
He moves up besides besides Elita-1 as she holds the egg, looking up at it (short bugger that he is) with squinted eyes, though there's an actual look of fascination in his optics. "Hrn. Looks a bit like a class-three point five anti-matter imploding round. Brings back some good memories."
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Post by Dinobot on Sept 11, 2010 9:15:20 GMT -5
Dinobot ambles over to the stall Elita-1 is in front of, looking up at the egg in her hand. "A thing of beauty, but what is its significance?" Does it commemorate a victory? Does it help you focus? If Dinobot needs a paperweight there are plenty of rocks he can get for free. Sorry Elita-1, but you're probably rolling with the wrong crew for this kind of shopping trip. (Really, Dinobot's mostly here to have something to do, and because they're not supposed to go out alone.)
"A true warrior doesn't need anti-matter rounds. He should be able to take on the enemy barehanded," the raptor says, cutting his eyes at Guzzle. It's not meant to be insulting, just conversational, though with Dinobot's natural way of speaking, it might be hard to tell.
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Post by Ramulus on Sept 11, 2010 9:54:28 GMT -5
"Because little girls rip out your guts and smear it across the pavement while singing singsongs" Ramulus responds effortlessly, giving Guzzle hardly any thought.
He pauses outside of the stall, a humming whine and then a ping comes from his systems, several lights flashing. "Oh! Nice mineral readings here" he answers. The geologist lets his gaze wander around the items, then wonders aloud, "Where do they find their resources?"
The boy, in the mean time, looks a bit sad but hobbles off to try and sell his goat elsewhere.
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Glyph
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Post by Glyph on Sept 13, 2010 22:57:58 GMT -5
Glyph trots up to where Elita-1 is, peering up at her comrade's prize. "It is rather nice, yes!" She taps a finger on her chin. There's just something about civilizations having members that make a living selling curious little trinkets that are symbolic of some largely religious symbol.
Wait until Glyph gets to Earth!
As Ramulus makes his comment about the mineral deposits, Glyph holds a hand out, her palm glowing. If one is paying close attention, she appears to space out for a moment before coming back to herself. "Hmm...Ramulus is right. I would assume there's some manner of mining operation for things underground..."
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Sept 13, 2010 23:05:27 GMT -5
Jetstorm spots a long, empty distance among the market ahead, and turns around. His thrusters slowly cut out and he hits the ground in a skid, all the while razzing his brother - hopefully enough to distract Jetfire into diving after him!
Either way, after several seconds, he rockets up into the air, kicking up a small dust cloud on the ground. The merchants in that area don't look very pleased.
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Sept 14, 2010 11:29:35 GMT -5
OOC: I was given permission to post ahead of BA and Needlenose.
Jetfire takes a moment to register what his brother is doing, shooting past Jetstorm as he heads for the ground. Executing a midair somersault to turn himself around, Jetfire dives after his twin, but not quite fast enough! He only ends up with a faceful of dust.
Quickly swiping the dirt out of his optics, he kicks off after Jetstorm, raising yet more dust. The merchants look even less pleased.
//You should be staying in dust, brother! Is stopping people from having to seeing your ugly face!//
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 14, 2010 15:09:38 GMT -5
"Mmm, I see," Blackarachnia says, making another note on her clipboard. She calls out something in the native language (hurray for access to the archives language patches!) to the group working nearest to her and Needlenose, gets an answer in kind, then makes some more notes.
"According to Diverlo, this place was more than just another place of worship. There are tales that it was the home of some great artifact. The local name translates loosely to "The Goddess Nest." Now, obviously, it isn't the only place on planet that claims to be the nesting place of some god-bird-thing, but it's been getting a lot of attention from the big archeologists and one of the big churches has been funding some independent digs nearby. Hence, why the planetary archives wants a representative to do a check in."
Blackarachnia cuts her eyes over at Needlenose, "By the way, did you know about Nightbeat's little surprise inside?"
Glyph is quite correct- there are mineral deposits running beneath the sleepy little town and they are being worked. There's nothing particularly valuable about the mineral, but someone science and chemistry inclined might noticed an odd sort of energy clinging to it were the in the mines.
This energy is also present to a slight extent in the finished carvings, and as the entire stall is stocked with such things, the accumulation would give those sensitive to such things a nice little tingle.
"You like? Just twenty shanix- one hundred fifty cruescos local," the shopkeeper says, "It is very rare carving; artist long dead and no one else can make."
Glyph might notice that the tiny designs on the carving looks a lot like, well... language glyphs.
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Post by Needlenose on Sept 14, 2010 19:53:25 GMT -5
Needlenose tilts his head, one antenna upright, one slanted back slightly as he considers. "This... great artifact. It wouldn't happen to have been a carved bird, would it?"
At Blackarachnia's question, he shrugs, now going back to looking around, part boredom and part trying to anticipate what they might be doing next. "You mean the Nebulan? Sure, I knew."
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Post by Elita-1 on Sept 15, 2010 22:06:44 GMT -5
Elita gives Guzzle a Looktm, then turns the same on Dinobot. "Gah, do you people ever think of something besides fighting and practical use? Look at the craftsmanship, and the stone itself is has a lovely grain and color."
"Actually, I think I would like to buy this. It seems a much better memento of Pz-Zazz than the junk from Basin City. Though... it will take a chunk out of my funds...," Elita-1 frowns, but still counts out the money.
"Oh, I heard that it might be possible to get tours of the temple excavations. Would you know who we need to talk to for that?" she asks the shopkeeper.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Sept 17, 2010 4:18:21 GMT -5
Guzzle gives Elita-1 a LookTM right back, but instead of saying something else he just shakes his head. He'll never figure out what goes through the heads of these smart and cultural 'Bots.
But he's shaken out of his thoughts by what Dinobot says, turning around to face the raptor with one optic ridge pulling up into a questioning look. He doesn't take offense to the tone of his voice though; hell, Guzzle talks like that himself sometimes, save for the nasal snarling. "Heh. Good thing I'm a soldier, then. Won't get me slaughtered by a dozen 'Cons, cause I ain't gonna dance and prance around with my fancy sword and focus on doing things nice and fair."
He gives Dinobot a challenging smirk before hearing what Elita-1 says, turning to face her and eying that weird thing in her hand. He doesn't much care for it, but that doesn't mean that he isn't willing to help a fellow Autobot out. "Feh. If you want it that bad, I can chip in."
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Post by Dinobot on Sept 17, 2010 22:56:34 GMT -5
Dinobot doesn't always think about fighting. Just most of the time. He supposes souvenirs are sort of like mementos of victories past, so he's okay with Elita-1 getting them.
He turns to look Guzzle in the optics. "Don't confuse fair with nice. You cannot truly test yourself unless you face the enemy on an even field. A blade takes skill to use, unlike a firearm which any grunt can wield. Spar with me and we'll see who 'dances and prances' as I watch your optics gutter out while you die on my sword!"
This is perhaps not the most appropriate conversation to have in a public place.
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Glyph
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Post by Glyph on Sept 19, 2010 9:48:47 GMT -5
Skipping Ramulus due to time-out.
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For a moment, Glyph turns her sensors back on - she caught that bit of energy reading just as she was shutting them off before, and just wants to confirm it. Curious...
Once she shuts it off again, she takes another look at the bauble - once she notices the characters on it, she cannot locate her coinpurse fast enough. "I'll gladly chip in, long as you'll let me examine it - the thing has writing on it!" She's a bit excited!
However, Guzzle and Dinobot's conversation is quite the mood-dampener. She frowns a bit at the both of them - "Is such a topic in a public area really necessary?"
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Sept 19, 2010 10:06:26 GMT -5
//Is not being as ugly as yours, brother! Is why I was leaving dust cloud for you to hide in!// Jetstorm laughs as he jabs at his brother.
He does a quick loop in the air, then notices that their group has stopped. He tilts his head, then heads back for them to see what's up.
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