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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 12, 2018 16:03:38 GMT -5
Draig silently listen as he tries to grasp a general feel for who she is, upon her mentioning the lack of sanity, the inconsistencies of her personality and reaction begin to make sense. Draig falters a moment before responding, not totally sure at first how much to say as he knows people don't like those who come to this world the way he did for the disaster it some times brings with it. "I... Am from another dimension entirely, apparently. There was a great war on my home planet. There were two forms of life with higher intelligence. There were my peoples, and the ones whom could change at will. My words for them are foreign to everyone else so I have long since cast the words away. Anyways. The other population that shared the space with us were prone to over consuming and were beginning to destroy our beautiful world. And this set things off. In the end, our world was essentially destroyed and I was sent away as well as several others. I know not where they are or who they were. I did not know them. I don't know the end goal of this either, but here I am so I shall remain I suppose. Does that answer things?"
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Post by Sirhaan on Dec 12, 2018 16:14:21 GMT -5
She hums, “Not what I was thinking, but yeah!” She turns back to the shops, “You don’t seem as sad as most would be, though I guess that’s ironic of me to say.”
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 12, 2018 16:21:26 GMT -5
Draig chuckles humorlessly and shrugs. "I said the world was beautiful. I didn't say I had anything left there. All my friends and family had been killed by the others some... Oh 102 years or so ago? Right before the war started. I barely recall what life was like before. In some way's, this is a vacation to what I was living in. Is it dangerous here? Yeah. But it's just the right amount to be fun for some one like me. I just wish there were more plants and that they wouldn't kill the planet for its resources. See this armor? This weapon? All made without harming the planet."
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Post by Sirhaan on Dec 12, 2018 16:27:03 GMT -5
She looks curiously at the weapon, “Very nice.” She spins her head around before turning back and changing the subject, “So, can you change into different forms? I can, but I prefer this one.” Her curiosity getting the better of her as she happily pads along
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 12, 2018 17:30:51 GMT -5
Draig's left eye twitches. "No. This is me and all I am and all I'll ever be." He states firmly. Most would gather from his tone it's likely a sensitive topic for him. "Anyways. What is it you eat? We have everything you can imagine here." With a broad gesture with his left hand he points out a large array of food stands selling all kinds of "Traditional" earth foods, some Alien foods and some down right weird looking "creations" that some people seem to be pawning off as food. Some of the more bizarre locals can be seen standing around trying to get ahold of these odd looking foods. "Pro tip. If its colorful and you have never had it before, and its a plant or meat... Don't. Eat. It. It could kill you."
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Post by Sirhaan on Dec 12, 2018 18:20:22 GMT -5
She flinches a bit, “I’m sorry, I was just curious.” Before returning back to her usual happy self, “Good to know, I’ll eat just about anything, as long as it’s food.” She smiles, “Since you paid for my stolen snack I’ll let you pick, I haven’t eaten anything outside of not colorful beef and once was able to get a slice of cake.”
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 12, 2018 18:27:44 GMT -5
The scent of the heavily seasoned meats drifts back over to Draig, causing him to drool a bit and totally forget about the stress. "MMmmm... Alright I have a treat for you then fellow meat enthusiast." The large man takes his left hand and directs it to a stand on the left side where what appears to be a female cat-like humanoid with hot weather clothes and a cooking apron working a flat stove top. Behind her is a series of insulated boxes and grinders and a few other contraptions. "I dunno where she came from but she makes the best damn sausage I've ever had."
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Post by Sirhaan on Dec 12, 2018 18:29:52 GMT -5
She tilts her head, “Never had it, but If its as good as you say then I’ll try it.” She starts slowly walking over making sure Draig follows.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 12, 2018 19:03:06 GMT -5
Draig's smile only increases in size as he approaches the stand. With an enthusiastic waves of his left hand he greets the owner. "Sasha! Good to see you! People been minding their own business lately?" He asks, attempting to be casual. Attempting to blend in with the "mundane" peoples here, Draig tries to lean on the counter top, only to burn his left hand. "Shit!" He hisses and flails his hand to cool it off.
Sasha rolls her ice-y eyes and sighs. "Oh Draig... You never learn do you? I'd be concerned if you were... Well. Almost anyone else. And to answer your question, no one has bothered me since you pulled that guys arm off. People have also stopped frequenting the place as they fear having their arm pulled off and shoved up their ass I believe is the threat you used." It's at this point she tries to whack him in the face with a steel spatula, but a quick tilt of the head is all that's needed to block it with a horn. With a resounding PANG of the spatula striking horn, Sasha hmpts and goes back to the grinder and shouts over her shoulder as she begins processing more meat down. "What do you want this time, Draig? I hope you have money, this time."
Draig winces. "Aha yeah I do actually have money! And no I didn't kill anyone for it...." He adds in a whisper "This time."
Sasha's ears twitch at his whisper. "I heard that. You men are all the same.. To a degree anyways. You're at least respectful to women and children I'll give you that. But SO violent!!! WHY?!?!" She demands. "You could be such a good person!"
Draigs ears droop a bit. "Hey I'm still an... Ok person. Not my fault lots of people here need killing. Anyways can my friend and I just get two order's of your spicy sausage biscuits and two normal? We will then be out of your hair in a moment."
Sasha freezes in place at the word "Friend." She turns sharply and sees No-name next to him. Seeing that he's not pulling her leg she gives No-name a soft smile and hands over one spicy biscuit and one normal. "On the house dear." She then turns up to Draig and waves the spatula. "You better be nice to your new friend. I know how you've been alone this whole time. Thats not healthy." Then shoves two more biscuits into his hands and shoo's them off. "Go on! Before I change my mind." With a slight smile and wave, the white furred woman strolls back into the depths of her tent and begins working on prepping more sausage.
"Well that was... Umm... Interesting. Sorry about that, shes kinda spicy herself." Draig says sheepishly.
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Post by Sirhaan on Dec 12, 2018 19:08:00 GMT -5
No-Name merely stares happily as they exchange words. She’s very surprised at the sudden kindness of the woman but happily takes the food. “It’s alright. She seems pretty cool.” She says muffled through the food.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 12, 2018 19:10:50 GMT -5
Draig scratches his head, realizing he doesn't really know what people are supposed to do after this. "Sooo uhhh... Do we go find a place away from everyone to sit down and eat? Is that what normal people do?"
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Post by Sirhaan on Dec 12, 2018 19:12:55 GMT -5
She laughs, “Usually, yes.” All of it being muffled. She starts walking away from the crowd and motions for him to follow.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 12, 2018 19:17:57 GMT -5
Draig rubs the back of his neck nervously as he follows No-name. "Is this an elaborate ruse? A trap?" He wonders to himself and pulls his food up to his chest where no one can touch it, not without being seen at least so that it can't be poisoned or stolen.
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Post by Sirhaan on Dec 12, 2018 19:22:05 GMT -5
No-Name sits down not too far but still out of the crowd. She sets down the food and notices Draig being very protective, and lowers her ears. “I know I said im a criminal, and I steal a lot, but I won’t ever from you, you’ve been too kind.” Her usual smile turns almost into a frown.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 12, 2018 19:27:55 GMT -5
Draig sighs and saunters over and plops down next to No-name. "It's not specifically you I am worried about. I don't trust any of these people." Draig gestures to the entirety of the populace before them. "The market's are a cover for a lot of shady things, meaning a lot of terrible people live here. There's even slavers in this area. We've probably passed them at some point today and didn't even notice. Speaking of which.... You may wanna be careful who you take anything from. By that I mean gifted or otherwise. Even trinkets can be coated in paralyzing agents."
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