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Post by Charity on Jul 31, 2011 20:31:48 GMT -5
Cylenia nodded, moving the gems awkwardly as they were on her back. "I have them." she said, her eyes traveling to the small ramshackel hut that was nestled like a spiders nest. The whole thing sent a small shiver down her spine. She did not trust this place, but since Alyssia was bringing them here, she would have to deal with it. Carrying the gems, she moved towards the building, entering the doorway slowly... Her eyes wandered around the store, it seemed as though it wasn't even big enough to afford to buy the gems off of them...
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Post by xena on Jul 31, 2011 20:41:49 GMT -5
Alyssia followed and dropping from the ceiling and stopping at eye before them was a man, his face an inch from Cylenia's, "A-ha!" He exclaimed in a raspy voice. It was a shriveled, scrawny old man with nothing but a tuft of white hair on his head, "You must be the two ladies Marcus spoke of, come in, come in," Lights turned on. The place was much bigger than it looked on the outside. It felt extremely cramped with random shells of experimental clanks and other some such half finished devices strewn about. The man was attached to a large mechanical apparatus that was the roof of the hut, connected to his back by numerous metal appendages and wires, grafted directly into his wrinkled skin all along his bony spine, "It's been a while since I've had company," He wheezed, "Please forgive the dust. So, I'm told you two have some very valuable gems you look to sell?" He articulated carefully, as he spoke he swung about, maintaining electrical appliances and tuning up more strange looking contraptions.
Alyssia sat down, shrinking into herself and holding onto Cylenia. The old man frightened her and she latched herself to Cylenia's arm.
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Post by Charity on Jul 31, 2011 21:09:25 GMT -5
Cylenia stepped forward, her eyes monitoring the machine that the man was attached to. She almost had pity for him. "We do have the gems, but don't worry about the dust, we don't mind." Feeling a tight latch, she looked over to see Alyssia shrinking from fear, "We were sent by Marcus, as you said... I apologize if you were waiting long for us." Stepping forward more, she placed the sack onto the counter, releasing the gems onto it. "Here is the loot, if you'd like me to hand you some of them..I can." she wasn't sure if he could move from his location, which made her feel even more sorry for him.
She stared around, admiring all of the random objects that were lying about. "So?" she asked, after giving him a chance to look them over.
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Post by xena on Aug 1, 2011 0:50:39 GMT -5
The machine appeared extremely complex with the base the man was attached to in the ceiling looked like it was in constant motion to support him as he maneuvered about and examined the treasures. He wore nothing on his torso, so occasionally the grisly connection of the machine to his back was visible when he didn't face them. His legs dangled, where feet belonged were two stumps covered by mis-matched socks, "Oh, I can help myself, thank you," he swung to the counter and hovered above it, picking up a piece and looking it over, "Oh ho ho, this is belonged to royalty. Skill and gumption, you girls must have." He coughed in a voice halted and cracked by age, "In case you didn't notice, I'm far from rich, but maybe I can interest you in a trade? Marcus mentioned you could use an A.I. programmer? No doubt two fine young women such as yourself could make use of an intelligent, completely obedient helper?"
Alyssia perked at hearing what must have been the man's trade. What luck! She still couldn't get herself to speak though, and decided to leave the talking to Cylenia.
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Post by Charity on Aug 1, 2011 10:53:53 GMT -5
((he reminds me of steampunk yoda))
Cylenia perked at the words as well, such a trade was very rare and worth their gems indeed. Almost feeling as though she was cheating him, she wondered what the catch to this trade would be. She eyed the man, trying not to be rude each time he turned. She could see that he was in terrible shape and could not help but wonder what caused him to be in such terrible conditions. Her eyes widened for a moment, "What kind of A.I. programmer do you suggest? We have been in need of one, recently." What luck, considering they were just talking about this earlier.
With slow movements, she raised her hand to scratch her head, almost feeling like a spider of sorts fell from the machinery and onto her head. With a raise of her brow, she waited for a response. "I'll take the trade, but what is the catch if there is one."
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