Post by Brisk on Nov 30, 2015 2:06:55 GMT
Brisk's two large pupils absorbed everything in sight. The mountainous landscape, the beautiful antiquated town that rested upon it, the bright brown eyes that met with his when they realized that someone had stumbled upon their abode. The town was by no means tiny, it was of substantial size. Although it appeared to be on the small side, and gave off a general vibe of homeliness, it still encompassed a large stretch of the mountainside. The mountain itself was several hundred feet tall, and one had to travel through a rather tedious pass to reach the plateau summit on which the town was firmly rooted into. However, the populace seemingly flourished, which would surely confound any passerby's.
Brisk, of course, was not a typical traveler, and was unaware of the existence of any path. He had been flying through the sky carelessly when the mountain had ever so rudely interrupted his path. He landed down on the outskirts of the town, his small feet sinking slightly into the shifty rocky soil. "I wonder what kind of people live way up here?" the boy thought to himself, whispering it unconsciously aloud. Perhaps everyone could fly. Were they all bird people? No, that was silly, the child decided, because they obviously had no wings. The people around him appeared to be dumbfounded. Brisk decided that it would be polite to introduce himself to the people who didn't have wings. "Hello," the boy tentatively offered his greeting, "I'm from space and your mountain got in the way of me flying." He then blushed, realizing what he said was rude. "It's okay though! No hard feelings." Brisk grinned, flawlessly clearing up any issues that could have arisen from his previous statement. The people continued to look dumbfounded, and not a single response was heard from the various mountain dwellers who were out and about. There wasn't a crowd forming, or anything of the sort, the lizard boy had just taken the few passerby's by surprise. Sheesh! Hadn't they ever seen an arcosian before? The three-foot wonder shrugged, and began to walk into the town, straight pass the stunned passerby's, who shuffled off to spread news of the occurrence.
Brisk continued into the town's streets, warranting strange glances from all those he passed by, varying from shocked, to disgusted. All of the citizens seemed to be wearing clothing, a practice Brisk had initially considered weird, but now had come to accept. They donned t-shirts and pants with cloaks draped over their shoulders. Earth-people were just weird like that. Brisk continued to curiously peruse the street corners, before he felt somebody roughly tug on his shoulder. It was a large, bulky man with a sturdy looking frame and scraggly black beard. He spoke to Brisk with a gruff growl. "C'mere you," he put a hand on Brisk's shoulder in a somewhat paternal fashion, and began walking the child towards a store quickly. He pushed open the rickety wooden door and turned around, grabbing a large white t-shirt off of a shelf and tossing it at the child. "Put this on boy," the gruff man said as the white fabric draped over Brisk's head like a curtain. "I dunno where you're from, but here in Farebury, lemmetellya, we don't walk around buck nakend." Brisk gracefully accepted the strange fabric from the man, attempting to mimic the way that he wore his, but ended up with his large head firmly stuck in an arm hole. The man scoffed and grunted, possibly with a tad of humor, as he helped the child into the t-shirt properly. Brisk ended up wearing it like a gown, the large shirt draping down nearly to his feet, and the neck hole almost exposing his shoulders. "Good n'ough," the kind man said with a hearty chuckle, giving Brisk a reassuring slap on the back and sending him on his way. Brisk didn't like all of this back slapping business, or this weird fabric dress business, but if that's what it took to explore mountain-land then he would play by the book. He blushed as he looked down at his ridiculous t-shirt, an earth garment which would have fit one of the passerby's just fine but looked rather silly on him.
Putting it out of his mind, the child decided to keep exploring the town. He had only traveled on one of the streets so far, and there were probably at least 10 more! Running with new found excitement down the street, he took a sharp left and suddenly was met with a glorious window, at least twice his hight. And stationed inside, labeled with brilliant blue popping decals on the window, was a set of weighted training clothes. Brisk knew plenty about weighted training clothes. He had seen all of his favorite fighters use them, he had even arrived on his ship to earth stowed away on a spacecraft transporting them. But he had never thought to steal them of course, that would be wrong. But wow, here they were, right in front of his face, advertised with the surefire flare of a master marketer. The child absolutely had to have them. He ran into the store, but even as he opened the doors, he knew what was going to happen. He had been in this situation before. On this planet they only accepted earth money, not space money, and he would have to get earth money, or trade the store owner something really good. The child adjusted his giant t-shirt, and put on a formal businesslike face before sauntering over to the counter where a store casheer leaned absent mindedly. Clearing his throat and raising one eyebrow, the child casually glanced over to the casheer. "Excuse me, Mister, but what would you accept as a trade for those," he paused, searching his vocabulary. "For those radiant looking weights over there?" He looked up, meeting eyes with the evidently emotionally dead teenaged casheer. The depressed retail worker allowed himself a few moments of patronizing staring before speaking tonelessly. "No bartering."
Brisk was not about to accept that. "What if I do you a favor?" the child asked, losing his ridiculous faux grown-up voice. "What if I stand there instead of you?" The casheer appeared to actually enjoy the slight bit of entertainment the young arcosian was providing. "You mean like a job? You want a job?" Brisk contemplated this deeply. He was right, Brisk did want a job, but he wanted a really quick job so he could get the weights as soon as possible. "Can I have a job but you just give me the weights for pay?" Brisk bartered skillfully. The worker now appeared to have lost interest again. "Here you get paid cash, it's a magic thing that you can do whatever you want with." The cashier could not believe he was actually talking to the alien child as if he would actually get a job here. Brisk contemplated the sarcastic response deeply. So Brisk would stand there, and then they would give him earth money, and then he would give the earth money BACK to them, and then they would give him the weights? It all seemed rather ridiculous to the child. Earth was stupid and weird and frankly Brisk would not stand for it. …But he really wanted the weights. "Okay!" the arcosian declared loudly, "I'll do it! I'll get a job here." He spoke with an air of dutiful commitment and superiority. "Okay, so, you go leave, and I'll stand where you're standing, and then you can give me earth money, and then I can give you the earth money back, and then you can give me the weights."
The cashier was on the border of being done with this little man's s***. "Listen man, if you want a job, you're going to have to apply like everyone else." The disgruntled teenager slapped a piece of paper on the counter in front of Brisk. "Now please leave the store if you're not going to buy anything." Brisk WAS going to buy something! He just didn't have the money yet. The child held back tears at the rude man's response, and then turned to leave. Before he did, he quickly grabbed a pen off of the countertop, and the thin sheet of paper that he needed to get a job, and then scampered out the door. The cashier leaned against the wall wearily, and began to silently sob because his father was always gone.
Brisk plopped down on the street corner, using the rock sidewalk as a writing board and beginning to fill out the application. There were a bunch of questions that he didn't understand but he could fly and knew that not everyone could fly so even though the application didn't ask if he could fly or not brisk STILL wrote that he could fly. When he finished writing up the application, he took a hearty look at it. It was his lifes work.
Brisk, of course, was not a typical traveler, and was unaware of the existence of any path. He had been flying through the sky carelessly when the mountain had ever so rudely interrupted his path. He landed down on the outskirts of the town, his small feet sinking slightly into the shifty rocky soil. "I wonder what kind of people live way up here?" the boy thought to himself, whispering it unconsciously aloud. Perhaps everyone could fly. Were they all bird people? No, that was silly, the child decided, because they obviously had no wings. The people around him appeared to be dumbfounded. Brisk decided that it would be polite to introduce himself to the people who didn't have wings. "Hello," the boy tentatively offered his greeting, "I'm from space and your mountain got in the way of me flying." He then blushed, realizing what he said was rude. "It's okay though! No hard feelings." Brisk grinned, flawlessly clearing up any issues that could have arisen from his previous statement. The people continued to look dumbfounded, and not a single response was heard from the various mountain dwellers who were out and about. There wasn't a crowd forming, or anything of the sort, the lizard boy had just taken the few passerby's by surprise. Sheesh! Hadn't they ever seen an arcosian before? The three-foot wonder shrugged, and began to walk into the town, straight pass the stunned passerby's, who shuffled off to spread news of the occurrence.
Brisk continued into the town's streets, warranting strange glances from all those he passed by, varying from shocked, to disgusted. All of the citizens seemed to be wearing clothing, a practice Brisk had initially considered weird, but now had come to accept. They donned t-shirts and pants with cloaks draped over their shoulders. Earth-people were just weird like that. Brisk continued to curiously peruse the street corners, before he felt somebody roughly tug on his shoulder. It was a large, bulky man with a sturdy looking frame and scraggly black beard. He spoke to Brisk with a gruff growl. "C'mere you," he put a hand on Brisk's shoulder in a somewhat paternal fashion, and began walking the child towards a store quickly. He pushed open the rickety wooden door and turned around, grabbing a large white t-shirt off of a shelf and tossing it at the child. "Put this on boy," the gruff man said as the white fabric draped over Brisk's head like a curtain. "I dunno where you're from, but here in Farebury, lemmetellya, we don't walk around buck nakend." Brisk gracefully accepted the strange fabric from the man, attempting to mimic the way that he wore his, but ended up with his large head firmly stuck in an arm hole. The man scoffed and grunted, possibly with a tad of humor, as he helped the child into the t-shirt properly. Brisk ended up wearing it like a gown, the large shirt draping down nearly to his feet, and the neck hole almost exposing his shoulders. "Good n'ough," the kind man said with a hearty chuckle, giving Brisk a reassuring slap on the back and sending him on his way. Brisk didn't like all of this back slapping business, or this weird fabric dress business, but if that's what it took to explore mountain-land then he would play by the book. He blushed as he looked down at his ridiculous t-shirt, an earth garment which would have fit one of the passerby's just fine but looked rather silly on him.
Putting it out of his mind, the child decided to keep exploring the town. He had only traveled on one of the streets so far, and there were probably at least 10 more! Running with new found excitement down the street, he took a sharp left and suddenly was met with a glorious window, at least twice his hight. And stationed inside, labeled with brilliant blue popping decals on the window, was a set of weighted training clothes. Brisk knew plenty about weighted training clothes. He had seen all of his favorite fighters use them, he had even arrived on his ship to earth stowed away on a spacecraft transporting them. But he had never thought to steal them of course, that would be wrong. But wow, here they were, right in front of his face, advertised with the surefire flare of a master marketer. The child absolutely had to have them. He ran into the store, but even as he opened the doors, he knew what was going to happen. He had been in this situation before. On this planet they only accepted earth money, not space money, and he would have to get earth money, or trade the store owner something really good. The child adjusted his giant t-shirt, and put on a formal businesslike face before sauntering over to the counter where a store casheer leaned absent mindedly. Clearing his throat and raising one eyebrow, the child casually glanced over to the casheer. "Excuse me, Mister, but what would you accept as a trade for those," he paused, searching his vocabulary. "For those radiant looking weights over there?" He looked up, meeting eyes with the evidently emotionally dead teenaged casheer. The depressed retail worker allowed himself a few moments of patronizing staring before speaking tonelessly. "No bartering."
Brisk was not about to accept that. "What if I do you a favor?" the child asked, losing his ridiculous faux grown-up voice. "What if I stand there instead of you?" The casheer appeared to actually enjoy the slight bit of entertainment the young arcosian was providing. "You mean like a job? You want a job?" Brisk contemplated this deeply. He was right, Brisk did want a job, but he wanted a really quick job so he could get the weights as soon as possible. "Can I have a job but you just give me the weights for pay?" Brisk bartered skillfully. The worker now appeared to have lost interest again. "Here you get paid cash, it's a magic thing that you can do whatever you want with." The cashier could not believe he was actually talking to the alien child as if he would actually get a job here. Brisk contemplated the sarcastic response deeply. So Brisk would stand there, and then they would give him earth money, and then he would give the earth money BACK to them, and then they would give him the weights? It all seemed rather ridiculous to the child. Earth was stupid and weird and frankly Brisk would not stand for it. …But he really wanted the weights. "Okay!" the arcosian declared loudly, "I'll do it! I'll get a job here." He spoke with an air of dutiful commitment and superiority. "Okay, so, you go leave, and I'll stand where you're standing, and then you can give me earth money, and then I can give you the earth money back, and then you can give me the weights."
The cashier was on the border of being done with this little man's s***. "Listen man, if you want a job, you're going to have to apply like everyone else." The disgruntled teenager slapped a piece of paper on the counter in front of Brisk. "Now please leave the store if you're not going to buy anything." Brisk WAS going to buy something! He just didn't have the money yet. The child held back tears at the rude man's response, and then turned to leave. Before he did, he quickly grabbed a pen off of the countertop, and the thin sheet of paper that he needed to get a job, and then scampered out the door. The cashier leaned against the wall wearily, and began to silently sob because his father was always gone.
Brisk plopped down on the street corner, using the rock sidewalk as a writing board and beginning to fill out the application. There were a bunch of questions that he didn't understand but he could fly and knew that not everyone could fly so even though the application didn't ask if he could fly or not brisk STILL wrote that he could fly. When he finished writing up the application, he took a hearty look at it. It was his lifes work.