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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 4:58:32 GMT
((Heavy Weights Enabled)) Three days… It took Zerori three days of staying with Ari and her doting habits to recover at a decent pace. Sure, she had enough to eat and she enjoyed the occasional pampering (if singing and storytelling was pampering) but nothing could compare to being out and ready for action. And if Pyrus had anything to say about it, she couldn’t put off her training any longer than necessary. So here she was, back in the desert she’d nearly died in and regretting every moment. The winds swept the sand up, throwing it in her eyes and cutting against her skin and she walked the dunes and hills. She wasn’t there to search for anything in particular, merely to walk it until she got to the other side of the great stretch. However, when she spotted what looked like a group of people gathered around a vehicle, she narrowed her eyes in curiosity. As usual, she wore her red armored torso that exposed her waist – which was a godsend because her darker skin couldn’t really get that much darker at this point and she really needed to cool off somewhere. She’d walked a little closer, trying to get a better look at the group, when her eyes set on an emblem against the truck. A snake eating it’s tail… “Fuck,” She muttered, immediately turning around and walking at a brisk pace back the way she came. However, because she was going down a slope, it was a hell of a lot harder to back up it and had to scramble to not slid down the sands. When a familiar chuckle could be heard behind her, she clenched her teeth and only barely chanced a glance over her shoulder. Beelzebub. How could she forget that pale skin, red hair and ephemeral blue eyes? Hell, they all shared that same appearance like a damn rock band so she was surprised she didn’t notice them before. Giving him a grin, she hissed, “Long time no see…” “Hey there, Kitty Cat; stay a while!” He began with a soft smile, ending it with a snarl as he reached for the back of her armor and threw her back towards their vehicle. Caught off guard by his strength, Zerori arced through the air before curling her body to land against the sand. As she rolled to a stop, spitting the particulates from her mouth that got inside, she shook her head and looked up from her spot on the ground at the four whom looked her over once more. “You didn’t die?” The woman drawled, her voice almost like velvet as she tilted her head at Zerori, “Such a shame…” “Lilith, don’t be such a bitch,” Another said, his hardened eyes twinkling in sadism, “We get revenge; you should be grateful for the chance.” Great… you steal money once and everyone wants revenge, Zerori thought with only a tinge of nervousness. She’d escape once; it was just a matter of out smarting them again. She leaned up to get off her back, only for a boot to push her back on her back. With a frustrated sigh, Zerori glared at the larger of the men that she knew was Pestilence, the silent one of the five. “So… what can I do for you guys?” She asked with very fake enthusiasm, putting a hand on the boot that held her down, “I’m sure we can come to an agreement with me not on my back.” “I wouldn’t be so sure,” Beelzebub chimed in, sauntering up the truck and leaning against it, “We haven’t f’got about th’last meeting we had, y’see…” Reaching behind him, she heard the sound a blade unsheathe and he brought a particularly jagged knife up to his face to look it over in an exaggerated gesture, “So, how’s about we bring it full circle, aye?” (( Money with a Mystery where Oroboros first appeared if ya want more info. Part 4 of the 5 parts they appear in. PM me for more info~ Words: 642)) |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2015 4:04:04 GMT
Several hours earlier, before Zerori ended up in her current predicament, our dear friend Chellon was flying through the skies of the desert, tackling a sandstorm headfirst with the hopes of finding salvage. He had passed over the desert once, after getting his ship back into working order and traversing the world in order to scan and take everything in. As he passed over it, Chellon knew at once that he'd want to return to this spot for the sole reason of searching for any lost bit of tech, ancient ruins, or perhaps even magical artifacts. Deserts often held secrets like these, and in such good condition they usually seemed like someone might had mis-placed them the day before. Only a few other places could ever promise such a well conditioned salvage, and even then half of them were forbidden to disturb, per his race's creed.
As for why he wasn't sitting safe and sound within his vessel, smoothly scanning the desert over in a much larger radius for any items that might peak his interest, was a simple one. He didn't want to mess his ship up so soon after getting it repaired. When he had scanned the desert before entering it, he was warned about adverse weather conditions that might be hazardous to the ship's navigation and engines, and he decided not to risk it. No reason to end up shipless again on a possibility of loot. He could fix up his own body easily, repair it back to normal if it got beaten up, but his ship was a much more expensive fix, and he wanted to avoid any extra expenses right now. He'd rather add to his own collection or wallet, which was why he was searching the desert in a sandstorm. No pain no gain right?
However, the further he flew into the desert, the further he searched for any clues of treasure, salvage, or possible zeni oppertunities, he found himself suddenly lowering in height before readjusting. This would happen for a while, and only after his navigation messed up that he decided that it'd be wiser to return to his ship and try again later. Except now he was lost, a little confused, and suddenly rocketing down toward the sand dunes at a speed he could not control. Moments before he hit the ground, he regretted waiting a little longer before wanting to return.
Present Time
Chellon's optical system returned only for him to be staring directly into nothing but darkness. As for what woke him, it was the sudden weight that pushed down on his chest. He tried to move, but couldn't, as if he was weighed down by something or something. Whatever was happening, he was stuck, and he at least wanted to see what was going on. With a bit of gas gathered round his mask, he released them and knocked up sand from his helm, revealing the white glass surface. Above him he could see several figures, each of them probably standing on a limb or some sort, keeping him pinned for now.
Of course, he wondered if the white dome of his helm would really be noticed.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2015 4:01:51 GMT
You know, I’ve gotten into some tough spots; nearly been spaced a handful of times, near-successful assassination attempts – the good stuff. This, however, Pausing her thoughts, feeling the boot shift into the metal of the armor she wore, the thoughts finished with an annoyed glare, This is the most annoying one of them all… Beelzebub tilted his head at her glare, the grin only slightly faltering as he looked to Wrath and gestured with his head to make him remove his foot. Having the pressure off of her, though foolish on his part, allowed her to nearly jump up to her feet. That was, until another boot of a different texture and color was shoved into her face and damn near buried it in the sand.
“Lesse here,” The leader drawled, “Ya break in ou’ house, take ou’ money and run off without sayin’ goodbye. That about covers it, Ay?” She was sure, beyond his boot that the other four flunkies were nodding their agreements but she couldn’t help but grimace, biting out stubbornly.
“No… I remember clearly telling you ‘Later’, or something like tha-Urk!” He pulled his boot back and shoved it back into her face, shutting her up for the moment, “Tch, you mother fucker…!” At this point, annoyance was no turning to actual frustration and if her temper actually breeched ‘pissed’…? Just when she was about to start really heating things up, the sound of air passing through the air made her flinch with a gasp.
Her face was held to the sands, half buried and leaving only one eye opened. Next to her feet, a stream of sand was blown from below and next to her face was some sort of white metal. What the fuck is this?! She thought in panic and tried to move her head. The denizen above her seemed to notice what was happening and let up, taking a step back as he tilted his head and scrunched up his face with a frown.
“-The hell is that?”
Taking the chance that was presented, Zerori swung a leg out and caught the inner part of his thigh with her own boot. With a grunt of pain, he buckled under his own weight and Zerori flipped to her feet in the same time it took him to struggle with getting his balance back. “See ya next fall, ya’ll!” She declared with a grip and threw both palms toward the group. In a flurry of heat, flames erupted and blew from her palms as she literally unleashed a gate of magic that poured from her skin. When she was certain they were pushed back sufficiently, she looked down at what she was laying on top of before.
“Is anyone in there?!” She yelled, tapping harshly against the metal of the helm with her foot, “-or are you just an automaton…?” By now, it was probably obvious she was just talking to herself.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2015 4:43:23 GMT
With the sand clear and no longer blocking his sight, which he correctly guessed he was buried beneath, he was moreso surprised to see another face was so close to his. It was... male..? No... no it was a female's face. He was about to say something when he noticed that there was a strange individual standing above her, pushing her into the ground as well. Smart thing to do right now was to stay still and let things pass, which the good thing to do was to help her our. However, he wasn't really about to blow his cover as a strange object in the sand for some random woman who his Scouter stated was clearly stronger then he was. Not only that, but it seemed as if the stranger and his allies were each pretty strong in their own right.
However, the woman who was pinned to the ground next to him took the moment of confusion to her advantage and knocked the male pinning her down off her and got to her feet. She yelled out a quick comment, one that he was certain she probably had saved up for moments just like that. He watched as her power level seemed to raise greatly before a strange burst of fire and heat shot forward and seemed to clear out the area. Luckily for him, that included a lot of his own body, no longer covered up by the sand. He felt like laying there for a few more moments, but the woman decided that he shouldn't just continue laying there... by kicking his head. Well, maybe kicking his head was a bit harsh, but she was tapping glass with her foot, and it was pretty loud within the suit.
Chellon sat up quickly and rubbed where she had kicked him, before turning around and getting on one knee and pushing himself up to his feet. Looking at her, Chellon walked right up to her and stared down at her for a few moments. "Just so you know... don't tap on the glass." He said, before walking past her and pulling his jetpack off his back and looking it over. "By the way... yes someone was and still is in here... and is not very fond of getting kicked in the head." Chellon said with a bit of a hiss, before tapping on his jetpack a bit and causing sand to fall out from it. "Jeez... I have to clear it out a bit before flying with it again.."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2015 6:37:54 GMT
“Oh, erm… My bad,” She muttered, watching as the man in the suit – which looked very nice in her technological opinion – sat up and started to shake the excess sand off of him. Overall, from what she could tell of his body type using the armor for reference, he looked fast and muscular but not entirely as strong as an ox or anything. He seemed quite compact for something based more toward stealth. When he walked up to her and nearly stared her entirely in the face, she couldn’t resist the urge to smirk at his command and chuckle, “Yes sir,” She responded, her voice tinged with a bit of sultry promise before she realized what was still going on. After all, she merely caught the group off guard…
“Y’little bitch…” Came the expectant snarl from the man with the unnatural yakuza accent. Looking up from the lack of debris that had finally cleared back into the sand around them – or the wind, stood Beelzebub sending a very powerful glare her way that sent chills down her spine. Something about those ephemeral blue eyes was constricting…
One by one, the posse from his crew extricated themselves from the sands to direct their ire openly toward the Halfling. Death was most certainly promised if she stuck around.
Add that to the fact that this man just now told them that he couldn’t fly made Zerori almost slap a hand to her forehead in frustration. Instead, she turned to him before swiveling her body into a stance where she looked about ready to run, “Well, if you can’t fly then you better haul your ass because like it, or not,” She stopped, her body fading into what looked like a whirlwind as her voice left behind, “I’m not repaying the favor!” Though her opponents would be confused, she hoped that he’d be able to follow her by whatever kind of technology he had behind that visor.
If not, she would try and catch him after losing the ‘Freaky Five’ behind her. A good twenty meters to the west of where she was, she reappeared again and yelled over her shoulder, “Race me to the clear, Metal Man, and I’ll think about paying ya forward!” Before she disappeared once more toward the west.
The group of supernatural’s all seemed to vent their frustration on each other, their boss’ aura nearly crushing their spirits around them. Oh, he would make certain to have is revenge on the Cat-eyed wench – one way or the other.
It wasn’t until Zerori could no longer breathe that she had to stop her movement speed and landed on the sands; well, more like almost tripped upon touching the group again and falling to her knees in exhaustion. She’s traveled, what…? Looking back, she blinked at the endless sands and thought of a bull shit amount of distance she felt she traveled, It felt like a hundred miles, easy! She complained, turning on her side to rest on her back as she breathed in and out heavily to try and regain her strength and magic.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2015 7:38:56 GMT
"Yes it is." He muttered, looking back at her before twisting his jetpack in his hands a few times before opening a panel in the back and using a small fan to blow out some of the sand from the inside. Though when she had responded with 'Yes Sir' he couldn't help but grin a bit beneath his mask, finding those words to actually be pretty nice to hear, even if it wasn't too a bit sincere, or at least that's what he had thought.
However, he froze when a voice came from behind him, and Chellon turned around to look at the group of people who had been pinning the woman down a few moments before he had interfered. Granted, all he was trying to do was get out of the sand, but he had no idea how they would treat him for allowing the woman to escape. She didn't seem all that bad though, and the way that they acted kind of make Chellon feel like she was the better of the two groups, perhaps the greenest of the poison ivy field.
He looked to the side as the woman suddenly changed her stance and got ready to run, based off how she was posed, and she said something to him before seeming to vanish, her power level moving to a different spot into the distance. Standing there with his jetpack in his hands and the group of angry people behind him, Chellon turned toward the group as his jetpack moved onto his back almost of its own free will, and he gave them a bit of wave. "Um... so... yeh... bye." He said, before turning on his jetpack and it giving him a very fast, very jerky boost toward the direction that the girl had went.
After a good bit of distance, the jetpack sputtered out and Chellon fell to the earth and stumbled roughly along the sandy ground before eventually regaining his balance and running some more, seeing strange marks in the sand, possibly where the woman had been moments before. He wasn't too keen on the idea of being caught, and was more then curious about what she meant by 'paying ya forward'. Every now and then he'd try his jetpack again, only for it to launch him several meters at a time before failing again, but he was getting better at catching himself when he landed.
Eventually, a shape appeared on the horizon, and Chellon had one last good boost of his jetpack, landing a few feet in front of the woman before coming to a stop. He shook his head a bit and looked at the woman, before moving up to her. "So... what the hell was that about and why did your... friends seem less then happy with you?" He asked. Granted, this was none of his business, but his own life was on the line for a moment there, and he wanted answers. Speaking of answers he wanted, he added, "And what did you mean 'paying me forward'? What does that mean?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 4:39:38 GMT
(With Oroboros)
It would be an understatement to say that Beelzebub, scourge of the cities and seas for his strength, was pissed at losing his prey. However, when his sights were changed to the other body that seemed to spring from the sand like a death lily, he contemplated some quicker vengeance. His thoughts were swirling in his mind like a cataclysmic hurricane as he took a threatening step toward the armored interloper. His back was to him, this guy, so if he just threw one good blast into his back-!
It was at that moment that the armored man seemed to notice him and the object he was observing moved to lock onto his back like some sort of baby on its mother; it really freaked him out! Coward as he was, the sand-dweller took off in a random direction – no doubt going after the wench he’d just swore revenge upon.
Kicking sand around his feet, he growled loudly as his aura flared brightly. Behind him, scorched but no in any immediate danger, the other four denizens lamented their ‘loss’ with the same – yet still uniquely different – ideas of torture… should they find her or this mysterious armored protector.
(With Zerori)
She’s only just caught her breath enough to not feel numb through her body when the figure before landed just in front of her laid out body. Closing her eyes when sand invaded them, she groaned deeply, “Fucking thanks…” She muttered and trying to rub the invasive substance off of her face and out of her eyes. Listening to him, despite the odd height difference between the two (and her on the ground) she waved a hand in the air nonchalantly.
“They’re just sore losers that can’t stand the thought of me taking off with their money,” She blinked, grimacing at the pain that there were still a few stragglers in her eyes, before trying to glare up at him, “-I already spent it anyway so I don’t see what the big deal is now… Unless they just want to kill my ass – which is more likely,” When she could finally see without any problem, she proceeded to get to her feet.
Out of danger and in a much better mood, the Halfling crossed her arms and gave him a smirk, “Thanks for the save back there; and by ‘paying ya forward’ – that means you get a reward.” After a few seconds of thinking, tapping her chin and she looked off to the side, she remembered that he might be looking for money. She added in there quickly, “I’m not paying you; never, will I be that generous for…” Looking him over, she opted for a very succinct nick-name, “-‘White Knights that come to the rescue’. It’s just not a good business practice for a mercenary to pay a mercenary for work, know what I’m sayin’?” She ended with a genuinely good-hearted chuckle, “You’ll have to ask for something in exchange. So… ask away.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 5:18:58 GMT
"Ah.. sorry about that..." Chellon said, looking at the woman after he accidentally sprayed her with some sand when he had landed. It certainly wasn't something that he was aiming to do, in fact, there wasn't much aiming involved in his landing, since it was more of a jump and hope for the best situation. Looking back from where he had come from, Chellon was sure he had sensed some sort of energy being launched at him before, but nothing had hit him, which he considered a success.
"Ah... so you stole from them... well that'd make sense..." He said, before giving a shrug and searching though his bag briefly, before producing a bottle of water. "Here, wash them out with this." Chellon said, before chuckling at what she added to the end of her sentence. "And... by helping you... there is a good chance they'd want to at the very least harm me in some way shape or form... so let's avoid that if at all possible." He mused, before watching her get to her feet.
"Ah... a reward eh?" Chellon said softly to himself, taking a moment to think about just what he could want from the woman. He rubbed his chin a bit and thought about what he could get for a reward, looking her over for a bit when she mentioned not paying him, though that wasn't what he was really interested in anyway. However, once he had walked around her in a full circle, Chellon realized what he wanted and looked her from head to feet. "I know what I want... take off your armor." He said, thinking that maybe he sounded a bit more demanding then he meant too.
He turned his back to her and thought some more, his thoughts racing with possibilities, ideas, and perhaps even a chance to mess around a bit. Turning back around, not really looking at her, he nodded his head. "I want to take a closer look at your armor, to see the tech in it... I might be able to fix it up a bit!" Chellon said, excited with the idea of it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 23:02:03 GMT
“No promises on that, my friend,” She laughed, noting the way he wanted to avoid getting in the same boat of trouble that she was in. If he hung around her, how the hell was she supposed to keep him from sharing in the lovely festivities? When he started to circle her as he thought, feeling like prey to a predator, her eyes brows raised high on her brow. What could he be thinking? And that was when he made his demands, the saiyaness looking over the man in earnest as immediate thoughts came to mind. So not only was this armored sand-dweller a jackass, but he was also perverted?
“Well now, I think I’m going to genuinely like a guy like you…” As he turned to think for a moment, Zerori didn’t hesitate to saunter up to him and press herself against the back of his own armored body. Leaning up as far as she could from her slightly shorter position, she purred into where she imagined his ear would be, “I think that’s a reward I can give, as long as the rewardee can enjoy a ‘shared’ experience,” Adding to the act, she raised a hand to the shoulder adjacent from her arm and unlocked the clip with a soft chuckle.
With a laugh, but not entirely lying at the idea of a one-night stand with the armored man (she’d had completely silhouetted encounters, after all), she disconnected the armor completely and let it fall to the sands where it sunk a bit. The armor she wore was a minimalist design, meant to give her more ease of movement than defensive advantage. If that was all this man wanted, then she was absolutely fine with letting him tinker around with it a bit. “Just make sure to return it to me after you’re done,” She stretched and sat back in the sand as the lack of metal against her skin let her suit air out a bit more, “-I might take more off, damn…”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 3:19:11 GMT
Chellon let out a chuckle and shook his head a bit. "Great... just great then." He had done a good job at avoiding trouble so far, but if just being around her would lead to trouble, perhaps he should just leave now. However, there was a feeling of adventure that he couldn't resist, something about the danger making him a little more reluctant to leave right away. He could have just turned around and continued til he was clear of the desert, or even call in his ship. The sandstorm was no more and wouldn't be an issue for his ship to come and get him. However, for now he'd just see how things would turn out and hope for the best.
When he felt her against his back, his insides shivered a little and he wondered when was the last time he had really enjoyed himself with one in such an act. Granted, for all he knew, he was simply reading into her action too much, but it had been a while and he wondered what he could enjoy with this one. When she spoke, or rather seemed to purr into the side of his helm, the smokey face within smiled a tad before letting such thoughts go for now. "You seem a little eager for such a thing... perhaps when we aren't being chased, we can see if you'd really want such a thing from me." He said, before looking down at the armor she had dropped.
He moved to the armor and picked it up, going over it in his hands a couple times before two metallic arms rose from the back of the jetpack and held it for him, letting him examine it easier. "This... this does not seem like something that can be found on world... this metal... its... harder then some..." He mused aloud, before looking over at her as she mentioned taking off more. He shook his head and focused back on the armor a bit more and scanned it as well as he could, before giving a curt little nod and walking over to her, handing the armor back to her. "Where can I find more of that metal?" Chellon asked, interested in possibly getting some for his own use.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 18:48:37 GMT
“Consider it a date, my armored friend,” She decided on the ground with a smile, and closed her eyes. Nothing felt better than soaking in the heat with barely any clothes on but with the storm gone and her company interested in other matters (such as her clothes) she decided it might be a good idea to rest and check over the E-Baos she’d been reluctant to read. She raised her hand to her scouter and placed the other behind her head, propping it up and lifting a knee in a comfortable laid position. This was usually how she checked in on her information when she wasn’t doing so ‘on the job’.
Let’s see… One from Denizen… Another… A-Another…? Sure enough, message after message was from the man she’d gotten her first job from on Earth. This guy was certainly persistent! What the hell does he want from me, a full-time effort?! When she started to actually open them to what he could possibly say or offer, it only took her five seconds before she let out a cry and threw her scouter down into the sand. Luckily, the sand made certain that she didn’t actually damage the machine, but given how angry she was – she really didn’t give a shit.
“Who the fuck does he think he is; throwing this shit jobs at me and then throwing it in my face that I’m the only one that can do it! Fucking pathetic-!” Forcing herself to stop, she looked up to the man as he made to give back her armor. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she ran a hand through her hair before taking it in hand, “Where…? Shit, um…” Looking up into the sky, as if looking towards space would help her to remember the dozens of planets she gone to, she grimaced before looking back at him, “Should be a planet called ‘Imeka’, I think. Very cutthroat people – had to break a few arms to get what wanted.”
She stood up from the sands and started to put the armor back on, gently kicking her scouter up from the ground with her boot as she did so. Catching it, she knocked the particles out and placed it back on her face, “And with that, I’ve got… a lot of jobs to do,” Looking over at him, she closed one eye while keeping one trained on him, “If you want, I’ll gladly split some profit with you, if you think small jobs are worth it…”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 23:13:32 GMT
Chellon grinned beneath his helm, since the idea of being able to once more enjoy such a thing was a pretty promising path in the future. When she pulled out her scouter and began to read over it though, Chellon watched her with interest, wondering just what she was up too. Eventually he figured it was none of his business, though she pulled his attention right back to herself when she let out a cry and threw the piece of tech to the ground, into the soft sand though. He tilted his head at her for a moment, before turning away, hoping to not bring attention to himself.
"You're a merc then, I take it? Private Contractor? Hero for hire?" He asked, trying to make simple conversation while trying to not make her any more upset then she already was. And when she went to answer his question about where she got the material from, he listened intensely, making sure not to miss a single word that she said. "Imeka... I see I see... I've got that saved now and will have to look it up later... that'd be a good trip to make." Chellon mused, happy about the new piece of information he got from her.
Chellon thought over her offer, one hand to his chin as he took a few steps, before giving her a nod and a chuckle. "Sure... sounds like it might just be worth it... besides... don't want to miss out on our date due to some business yeh?" He said, before looking around a bit. "Do you have a ride, or should I call mine in?" He asked her, lifting his arm so his wrist was around his chest area as he opened a panel and pressed a couple of buttons. "I can call my ship over here in a moment's notice, and we can get going."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2015 2:14:18 GMT
Scaring men off was the least of her worries, Zerori mused before Chellon asked about her occupation. Eyeing his curiously, she was confused since his armor and way of speaking made him seem like he was cut from the same stuff as she was. Maybe not as hard as she was, but he was a shrewd businessman and – instead of falling for feminine charms – he went straight for something useful and beneficial to him. She respected that in a man – much more than a man whom who take any woman to bed simply for offering or believing it to be owed to them.
Such men… she made sure to make an example of…
Shrugging nonchalantly, she outlined her skills, “Out of all of those options, I’m a little of both. But ‘Merc’ is definitely the overall job title.” Holding her hand out, she’d present a finger for every example she gave, palm up, “If a client has need of my scientific services; limited medical expertise, technological revisions – things that make good inventions better – I’ll draw up a contract and work schedule for them to accept or deny,” She flipped another finger out, “As for a ‘Hero for Hire’?” She chuckled, “That entirely depends on who the ‘hero’ is and how that benefits me. If I find it benefits me to side with the heroes for my own desires – I will do so. However…”
Her gaze darkened, her cat-like eyes dilating ever so slightly, “-If someone of ill-repute wants my services and can handle the compensation that goes with it? I’ll do it…” She let it hang there for a moment before seeming to wave the dark atmosphere away, “That aside! I’m down with that; until the preparations for my own ship are prepared, I’m still stranded here.” Pressing the buttons on her scouter, she finished, “I’ll search for the first mission that’s seems closest; prep time shouldn’t be too long since I keep more of my tools on me. The rest, though” She winked and placed her hands on her hips, “-I leave to you to do.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2015 2:45:49 GMT
As she listed off the different things she could and would do, Chellon made sure to keep them listed in his memory banks, as well as a few images and scans of the woman. Perhaps she could be useful in the future, or a potential threat on his very life. The fact that she was both made him wary of her and understood that with the right words she could be trust worthy, at least for a little while. However, for now he was more going to be a partner to assist her, and that was the real thread he wanted to grab hold of. He would allow himself to be useful, to have purpose, in multiple ways if need be, and then simply make sure she continued to think of him that way.
"Well... it seems as if you and I aren't too... fuck thats cliche... you and I have similar intrests but different means." Chellon said, amused with the woman. "I might not be the best with some situations, I dare you to find people better suited when it comes to tech, pun intended." Chellon said, his jetpack, working once more, lifting him into the air a tad while 4 long thin arms came out from the back with different tools one would need for tech. Landing again, he coughed into his hand, a need he did not really have, but still did for effect. "I try not to show off too much, but if there is one thing I'm proud of, its my tech." He said, pressing a few buttons on his wrist, calling forth his ship.
"My vessel will have extra tools of various kinds if you feel the need to get something else, though we Scavengers don't take to kindly to thieves." Chellon said, looking off in the direction of where he had left his ship. "That being said... I feel as if the both of us need to clean off some sand and perhaps get a bit of food before we continue, and that will be handled by the drones within the ship, so feel free to ask for assistance." He added, as the Mock Turtle, a vessel shaped like its name-sake, came to a stop while hovering just a few feet from the ground.
Floating up to the vessel and walking into the entrance, Chellon turned back at the woman and offered a hand. "Call me Chellon, and I'll need a name in return if we are to work together, yes?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2015 3:50:39 GMT
She tilted her head as he seemed to almost fall over his words before stating that as cliché as it was, they were after the same thing – just employing different methods to do so. She agreed, though felt no need to say such, as he showed off to her. That jetpack, she realized… How useful could it have been had I employed something similar? As much as I enjoy using magic, technology has always been ‘closer’ to me than anything. Watching him, however, made her realize that there were also very gross disadvantages to relying solely on technology. She didn’t miss how his jetpack sputtered out multiple times in the sand storm…
Dismissing his prideful display – after all, who was she to judge? – her eyes widened at the knowledge that his ship would be stocked for whatever means she might need for on her missions. So impressed was she that she couldn’t help walking over with a laugh and patting him on the back roughly a few times, “That’s really nice! I should try and employ handy people like you more often!” Dramatically, she placed a hand over her chest, “Being a loner has his charms but sometimes a woman just gets lonely with some sort of company from time to time and I-” She paused, leaning closer to mumble in a lower tone, “-love when a man knows what they’re doing.”
When his ship started to come in, a large craft that had a very particular shape to it (one that had Zerori tilting her head and narrowing her eyes at it curiously), she watched him go up to it and float toward the entrance. So this was it, huh? Their ride; for some reason, she was expecting something much more… his shape. Did he have some sort of odd interest? Canning her thoughts, she realized that through everything that had happened: nearly getting her ass kicked, the impromptu rescue and escape and then the mash-up of a partnership – she’d never gotten his, nor given her, name.
Chellon, huh? Well, with a name like that and a ship like this; he’s gotta be fun! Stepping up toward him and grabbing his to be pulled up to the ship, she looked herself over and looked back up at him, “Well, Chellon,” She shook his hand once, “-the names Zerori,” She shook it again, something she’d seen some humans do, “-and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
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