Puzzles skeptically glanced over NV, her arms crossed. " Oh!! Why are you SO SO weak minded??" She genuinley questioned. She didnt mean for it to come out as harsh as it did, she was truely curious. Puzzles approached closer, examining the wraps that covered NV's body, she smiled " are you hurt?? If not, why all the bandages??" Puzzles questioned, taking a seat so poor NV could take in the questions.
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It came to no surprise when Robi was tasked to bring in this strange specimen for a client. It'd would make sense to make it an in and out experience but, rather unfortunately, this wasn't the entire case. Now he's trapped in the lunatic's lab without anyway of getting out. Maybe there is a way for him to defuse this potentially explosive situation without the need for gunfire. Mind you, this Puzzles woman seems to have been dropped on her head during childbirth so trying to detangle the mess of words from this chaotic ball of energy might be trickier.
"Ok, I'll just lay out what's going to happen. You're coming with me to see someone about what's been coiling inside that cuckoo brain of yours if not, I'll have to knock you out. Either way, I can't leave without a shred of blood. Your call." He spoke, tapping his boot as the glowing core of his spacesuit/armor projected against the darkened room.
Robi! Was! So! Sad! Looking! And it made Shrike feel sad! The young man never seemed to smile much, and Shrike, a world-renowned idiot who didn't know when to stop being a pest even if she meant well, had to take it upon herself to make this grumpy teenage boy happy! Not that he ever seemed as thrilled as she was. Rather, it always seemed he was vexed by his presence.
She didn't know much about androids or space voyages or the technicalities of the young man's creations or how to cure migraines... but she knew about guns! She had a gun!! That had to be useful here!!!
"You! Me! We can go to a shooting range!" She crowed. Reading the room? What's that? "I have a pistol I have not treated to a night out! In so, so long! Would you like you? Oh, it will be fun! You can show me yours, I can show you mine, and it will be! So! It will be great. Yeah."
Nine gritted his teeth as he screwed his head back on. He was fuming, prepared to give this 'superhero' a lesson in why not to knock some strangers head off at 3 AM, until he noticed...
"ARE YOU EATING A GODDAMN RAW EGG?!" As he shoved down his head onto his neck with one hand, he slapped the egg out of hers with the other. Nevermind, he was going to give her a lesson about the dangers of eating raw eggs. "DO YOU KNOW YOU CAN GET, LIKE, SALMONELLA FROM THAT?" He jaw fell open as she nodded. He just turned around and walked away, shaking his head.
and it fell off.
Ra was not quite aware he was staring down a dead man, moreso taking things at a face value than anything else. He had traveled from planet to planet with Dacey and Zahir, seeing many many strange aliens. This was...fairly normal in his eyes.
And as a doctor, Ra felt it was his duty to help where he could as the alien approached Nine.
"Your head is rather unstable," He said plainly, "I do believe I can help with such a thing, if you don't mind me offering. I'm a professional, I assure you."
Was it rather rude to walk up to a stranger and make statements on their physical appearance? Yes. Was Ra really aware this was all rather weird and rude? No. He was used to doing such things on this travels. Usually others were thankful for free help in their ailments. ...Usually.
"Hello, hello, doctor! :) Are you busy? So busy helping others with their illnesses and pains? :)" Smiley hummed while circling Ra. "You have such an important job. Important, important. :) People aren't happy when they're sick or hurt, no, no. When you make them feel better, you make them feel happy, yes, yes! :) That's very important to me. Very, very. :)"
He stopped just besides the doctor and leaned in. "Say. Say, say, say. :) You search for all kinds of new cures, right, doctor? Right, right? :) Do you think you could help find a cure for unhappiness? :) If you could find a way to get people to smile forever, that would make me very, very happy. Yes, it would, yes, it would. :) I met a doctor like that once, but his cure wasn't complete yet, so I have to wear this bag to make sure I'm always smiling. :)" He pointed at his bag. "But I bet you could complete it! Or make it even better! :) It makes me excited just thinking about it! :) I'm sure there are plenty of people that would love to be part of this experiment, I can bring them over right now. :)"
With a friendly smile, Minwoo approached the masked man, "Nice bag you have there." He pointed at his head. "I like the little smiley face you drew. I gotta say, it's pretty cute." He laughed wholesomely as he complimented Smiley's mask.
The situation was strange, why would anyone approach a masked man in the middle of an empty street during odd hours at night? No matter how one looked at it, the first instinct would be to run--run as fast as their feet could carry them, but the thought was completely nonexistent for Minwoo. "I'm curious, what made you wanna put it on in the first place? Are you shy?" He placed a hand on his chin. "I'm sure you've got a killer smile behind that mask. You probably got shy from all the compliments thrown at you, no doubt about it. Why don't you show me your smile?" He slowly reached out to grasp Smiley's mask but stopped as he realized it 'may have' been a rude thing to do to a stranger. He remembered reading it from one of his 'Social Lessons' books.
"Sorry, sorry. That was rude. Looks like curiosity got the best of me." He still wore a friendly smile on his face, but his eyes were completely devoid of emotion. It was like staring into the dark abyss. "It was nice meeting you, by the way. I gotta go now, but I hope we run into each other again soon." He waved good-bye as he continued his walk on the empty streets, slowly disappearing into the darkness.
Roswell rolled a coin between his fingers. A fox-like grin rested on his lips as his eye was focused on the crowd before them and not on Luukas beside him. "How 'bout oi grease yet palms a bit. Fill yet pockets," Roswell said. While the cold metal of the coin still rolled around his fingers. Its dull golden color shined dimly in the grey of the morning. "Yer loike money? Roi?" Roswell finally looked at the youth beside him. "Of caurse yer do, lads yer age need it to buy cigs or 'n swing in de pub." Roswell paused his fingers and held out the coin towards Luukas.
"Heard her we're quite de prankster. A talent oi can use 'round here, roi now." Roswell nodded his head towards the crowd. "Yer see dat aristocrat over der? De rich fellow. Drapped in furs with dat pampered hairdo. Roi," Roswell laughed. "Oi want yer to... Prank him. Distract him, make 'm laugh loike he have never before. Or scare 'm with dat mask of yers. Oi, do not care how yer accomplishes it but make him less focus on his wallet. Just for a wee period of toime." The thief leaned back. His smile had grown into a greasy grin. "'nd oi fill yer pockets with enough coin for yer to make yer, 'prom king' this year. Or however dat works."
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Roswell couldn't help but lean closer to J. His eye fixated on her. His entire posture, shoulders raised, back slightly bent, his fingers stretched, mimicked that one of a krō. It wasn't hard to see why people called him that. ""Oi collect foreign coin," he said. "Der is somethin' facinatin' about dem for me. Even if dey have lil' value in Drakenburg," he said. Roswell laughed shortly. Almost barked. "Its about de story dey tell," he explained. Roswell's head cocked slightly. "De Red Zone is in a rough patch hu?" he taunted as he heard the faith of the city. His empathy was short-lived though, and the big grin crept on his face as J offered to part with some of her coin. "Oi happy take dem," he said. As if he wouldn't have stolen them if J hadn't offered to part with them willingly. "Paper money is somethin' they try to introduce to he Pact as well. People seemed to be..." He pursed his lips. "Sceptical about it. It's harder to value sum printed bills than golden coins, yer see."
His eyebrows raised, and he leaned even closer to the pouch. Almost comically pushing his nose into her wallet. He leaned back as the other presented him the serpent coin, and he let out a small whistle. That surely looked polished to him as well. Roswell's eye traced the two serpent and rested on the bird for a bit. He frowned, stretched his fingers toward it, but paused. He looked J over, before slowly touching the coin. Roswell could feel the flower patterns under his thumb, the small details that were embedded in the coin, its rough edge. It was a beautiful coin. Easy to slip in someone's pocket as well.
"Oi've heard about a dollar before," he said. Removing his thumb from the coin and shrugged. "Its value is 'round a coin we call a Duit back home. Gold'nd ivory, with an anchor carved in de middle of it," he quickly explained. While his focus still rested on the small Red Zone Coin. "Oi am interested,"he said. As his gaze had not left the coin for a single second. He smiled at J. "Can yer tell me about it? We use coins back home to tell de story of our land. Our Emperor. He was a sea conqueror, some would even call him a pirate. A tyrant of de waves. Hence, de anchor on our more expensive coin," he said. "A note to all de citizens dat der loivegiver dat dey now still live under, came from de sea 1080 sumethin' year ago. What about de birds?" He nodded towards the coin. "Tell me about dem."
"I've been wanting to show you..." Maribelle trailed off as she led the older woman into her room. Her cramped, musty room. There was glass on the floor and drops of red that had never been cleaned, and her desk was squeezed in haphazardly in an attempt to save space. She had to weave around to even sit in her chair, and once she was down, she shuffled through her belongings. Books, stationary supplies, crumpled entries and studies, pinned insects... she paused at the last, going over the dead creatures arranged delicately behind glass.
"..I appreciate your focus on my own interests, even if it might only be dishonest." Maribelle continued on, not helping even the slightest self-deprecation, intermixed with ever slighter chagrin. "So, I wanted to give you something. Only something small, but I thought you would like it. Or at least appreciate it. I purchased it in the city..."
When she found what she was looking for, Maribelle passed it on to J. It was a glass case, not unlike the many she had stored her insects in, and what was inside... was also not at all unlike them. It was a scarab beetle -- sisyphus longipes, as noted underneath the insect's body and told by its hind legs -- mounted to the display.
"Scarab beetles -- dung beetles such as these especially -- are revered throughout the world... maybe in more places than some..." Maribelle held the case out to J. "They are a symbol of the life cycle and good fortune, some saying they are gifters of immortality... not that I believe it. You might. I don't know." She then sighed. "..But for you, with you, I think it will be safe, or at least provide... some luck to you. I know things are... not... easy. For you." She held the case further out. "Take it. Please. Miss J."
Vapor done
"Ya know, you've been study a lot recently and you seems like you've stressed out. Maybe I can take you a place where you can feel a bit better" Jimmy gave Maribelle a smile, much to her dismay but she's interested what kind of place Jimmy talking about. "Don't worry, it's not like I'm taking you to somewhere scary or stupid, okay? Just follow me, you'll be surprised". Jimmy ask Maribelle to follow him, waving his hand, signaling to go along with Jimmy. He didn't wanted to hold her arm tho, knowing that she's not a type of person who wants to be touched, even in the slightest. Jimmy and Maribelle began running, looking for the "place".
After like 20 minutes, they have arrived to the carnival, which is the "place" Jimmy are refering to. The carnival is very bright with vibrant colors with hundreds of crowds walking, laughing, and having fun, has a lot of rides like the ferris wheel, carousel, and drop tower, thrilling rollecoasters, games, and many more. Maribelle is, indeed surprised by it. "C'mon, we're not there yet" Jimmy ask Maribelle to continue follow him but this time, they walked instead of running, to avoid getting lost in the crowds. While walking, Jimmy began to say something. "Look, I know this is unexpected but I just want you to take some time out from studying ya know, for now you just have to relax and have fun. Don't worry, it's on me because I brought 50$ so we can do any kinds of stuff in here" Jimmy gave another smile to Maribelle, again. After the conversation, the two have fun in the carnival. They've rode many rollercoasters and rides, eat some popcorns and cotton candies, playing games, and many, many more.
"Ah, you're that young man that played the jazz solo on the alto saxophone the other day. I enjoyed your performance, and your skills are quite admirable. Are you self-taught? If so, that's impressive. You're displaying some excellent techniques." With a heavy THUD Allegro set down a large case that opened to show a bari sax. "I believe there was room towards the end for a little more flourish-- maybe a half-diminished chord? Regardless, I feel my bari's addition will be nice. It's been quite a while since I've played it, though. I feel I will enjoy myself."
A few minutes later and the prince had his instrument ready. He gave it a few test honks. "Let me play something. Afterwards, I want to see if you can add to it. Sounds good? Okay, let me start. Ah, I hope I'm not too rusty," he chuckled before starting.
"Some tea would be lovely. I believe I will go with your recommendation, the lavender tea, thank you," Allegro nodded while handing back the menu. He leaned forward in his seat and rested his chin against the palm of his hand. "This place is quite charming. Do you run it by yourself? What else would you recommend? Why not take a break and have some tea with me?"