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Post by juicer on Mar 27, 2007 22:19:25 GMT -5
Marty sniffed a moment, then shrugged. Something small, whatever it was. He made for the wide strip of dusty sunlight and people at the entrance to the La Mish's cargobay. Maybe more crates needed moving. He didn't think so, but best to check. Sooner the job was done, sooner he could relax somewhere cool.
He stopped. His ears flicked, and he turned his head to regard Jolanda's hiding spot with a blank cougar stare. Psi. There was psi there. It made sense, he supposed; people were a lot more free and easy with psychics outside Coalition-held sectors. They could make good money with their talents. Maybe some of the crew were psychic too. He could feel the ambient aura of minds about. It still made him itchy, though. He hadn't quite overcome that part. Maybe he never would.
He stared at the hiding place for a few moments, then continued out, scratching absently underneath one arm with a claw. Stupid dust.
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Post by shiivster on Mar 27, 2007 22:33:24 GMT -5
* Jolanda is calm, or was until the big cat looked in her direction and then stared. the hairs rise on the back of her neck as she goes pale with fear and pain as she tries to raise the injured arm to ward off a possible attack .. then slumps against the wall to gather her thoughts together.
*the eyes unfocus briefly in her pain then straighten as she mutters to herself. 'i am not being hungry .. i am needing sleep'
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Post by frostwolf on Mar 29, 2007 0:12:44 GMT -5
"Thank you Jolanda" She had been surprised that she was receiving healing for a couple of stiff muscles and bruises. She did appreciate the healing from her friend though. She finished with the crates, noting that there had already been several moved by the time she arrived. That was not a good thing to have been late for. She walked up to the big cat. "Hello there. My name is Justice. I don't believe we've met. Welcome aboard here, you missed the fun earlier in town though." She smiled a bit, trying to be friendly to the newcomer. She wasn't sure how he would react to a justice ranger so she kept her guard, only until she was sure.
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Post by dhakael on Mar 29, 2007 17:17:52 GMT -5
As the loading progresses, Jerran gets warmer & warmer (Kevlar & heavy canvas do NOT breath), and so strips down to only his trousers. Thinking to self; 'Great... clothes already pretty ripe and sweating for most of the day probably hasn't helped. REALLY need to get to a stream or laundromatt before my wardrobe gains sentience'After everything has been loaded, De-Le Croix sits at the edge of the loading ramp and sips at a canteen of tepid water, noticing that Jolanda seems to be more agitated than the situation warrents. ... ... Then comprehension hits like a boom-gun salvo. *smacks head* "Jolanda? It is safe, gypsy lady! Our new feline friend is safe. He is either a free-born, or runaway from the Skulls. Regardless, no threat to us so you can relax. I have worked with someone much like him before back in Lazlo...only MUCH bigger." ;D Turning to the aformentioned battle-cat as sees him comming back out, Jerran waves and smiles (teeth fimly behind lips; knowing non-humans tend to see exposed teeth as agression sign). "Welcome hunter. M'name is Jerran, and before your nose gets whiff of me, YES...I'm in desperate need of a shower, so you may want to stay upwind of me, and I am also a magus, in case you smell something aside from my body odour."   *shrugging* "What brings you to our happy travelling circus?" |
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Post by juicer on Mar 29, 2007 21:00:30 GMT -5
Marty's nostrils flared. The Human calling himself Jerran smelled ripe. It reminded him of the field tents in the Lone Star sector. He looked at the two in front of him. They seemed friendly, not like the other one. That was good. He thought of the Professor, then, and older aquaintances. He didn't recognize the uniform of the female.
"Pleasurre." He said, with a nod, like he had learned. He still hadn't quite forgotten the urge to salute, and his hand touched his eyebrow before he realized it. It was part of his blood and bone. He scratched his muzzle, and looked at them. "Smells of enerrgy arround you two. Psi." The word sounded like a hiss of leaking steam. "Makes Marrty itch."
The puma hopped down onto the dusty ground. "Prrofessorr pay for job. Marrty accepts. Must find prrofessorr. Excuse, please." He looked back to them, squinting narrowly through the glare of the sun. "When is dinnerr?"
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Post by shiivster on Mar 29, 2007 21:07:21 GMT -5
*Jolanda's green eyes turn to watch Jerran, the fear apparent in the look and then as she blinks, the fear seems to trickle away and a cautionary look remains.
'being prey for them and the snow-faced one who ran them .. not being fun times .. scars not showing, but remain. being shocked, hoped i had to have outran them' *the quietness of the voice with the worsening grammar shows she's agitated and really spooked, but the fact she's still standing her ground says more.
*the good hand covers the eyes briefly, and then a deep sigh is heard and the body seems much calmer now. 'that was being then .. this is being now. i think facing the toothy ones was easier ... ' *she looks about now and this time emerges from the shadows. 'was it hard moving these .. wood coffins? they are being very small coffins. what manner of beast is inside them?'
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Post by dakota on Mar 31, 2007 0:32:34 GMT -5
" Not coffins. Crates. " Chaz corrected, setting down the last of the crates. " Filled with whatever the Prof found to help him in his studies." He sniffed. " Jerran, I've smelled roadkill less offensive than you. An Justice, we need to talk. Privately." He turned to Jolanda," How's the wing?"
Wes, seemingly calmed, followed Windrider to the bridge. He took the co-pilot's seat and leaned back, his feet rested atop the console. " Guess I kinda blew any chance of making new friends back there. any idea why the boss is so touchy?"
Macen shrugged. " Things are sometimes not meant to be. But I must be off. It was wonderful to see you again. He gave Kat a friendly goodbye hug, releasing as he saw Marty approaching. " ah Marty, I suppose you want this?" He reached in his pocket and pulled out a credit chit, offering it to the battlecat. " As we agreed."
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Post by Mierin on Mar 31, 2007 0:57:12 GMT -5
Kat returns the friendly hug and says, with a smile "It was good to see you too, Macen. Keep in touch." Kat checks to see if there's anything that needs doing or if anyone needs help with anything. If not, she'll head back to her bunk to relax for a bit.
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Post by shiivster on Mar 31, 2007 13:30:34 GMT -5
* Jolanda seems a bit stunned at the crates getting called 'crates' .. and that once again she's incorrect with this strange language
'ahh .. being sorry. my hold of your speak is hard. hard to know correct wordings of. ... wing? .. i was not aware i had wings ... ' *then turns about once checking her back, 'ah .. the arm? ... my arm is sore and i am sleepy once again. but i am being fine. the past is just that, being long gone, fears have no place now.
*nods and gives a faint smile, then her gaze travels over the cockpit area and a frown forms. 'i will not be entering that place. it is being for males who do things with the metals. my presence is not being needed in there, i will not be trespassing. that is *strange word*. for being males only' *she steps back and moves toward the stairs leading up to the bunk-room.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Mar 31, 2007 23:31:15 GMT -5
"I have only one idea." Windrider says, his hand over the engine actuator. "Ask Chaz."
A string dangles down in front of Wes.
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Post by shiivster on Apr 1, 2007 12:04:58 GMT -5
* the young gypsy climbs the stairs to the upper balcony and there, open up one of the canteen she carries. the yellow one with the scent killer she herself uses. her control over the liquid now shows itsel as it rises in a long rope and then hold its shape in a ball of liquid. it follows her commands and hover out of the bunk area, and then starts with light sprinkle of moisture above Jerran. The sprinkle gets a bit heavier and then descends in a mist form, and when it rises, it reforms and then wobbles as she directs it outside and to the parched ground.
*the water is now gone, and the strain shows on her face as she turns away. sitting, she puts the cap back on the canteen. she then sets it away in her pack, and reclines against the pack with closed eyes.
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[ooc - canteen contained water and a measure of extracted scent killer. natives use 'meadow sage' to wash corpses and make them 'non-stinky' ... she just gave Jerran a mist bath as far as the waist and then got rid of hte tainted water. Marty might detect the same scent on Jolanda that now is rising off Jerran]
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Post by juicer on Apr 1, 2007 18:14:04 GMT -5
"Thank you." The Battlecat made the credit-chit vanish into the pouch at his belt. He rubbed his nose, the scent of Jerran's unwashed form hovering about his head like some dreadful hallucinogenic miasma. He sneezed.
The ship was big, he admitted. Flying transports were one thing he hadn't had much experience with, unless the sunken one in the Great Lakes counted. Long time ago. He looked at the prof, scratching an ear with a clawtip.
"What now?"
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Post by shiivster on Apr 1, 2007 18:25:26 GMT -5
* Jolanda shifts her legs to get into a more comfortable position and then starts the process of relaxation that leads to 'meditation' so she can start to restore her own reserves.
* a deep breath is seen/heard then she's drifting on the waves of the mental ocean that is her being. unable to astral project, she is content to drift about her own body. she does just that, and the energy refilling starts. slow and steadily as there are now 2 areas that need refilling. her mind's energy and her body's life force were drained in the healing.
*her face has a gentle smile and the breathing is seen, but its very slow.
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Post by dakota on Apr 2, 2007 0:18:58 GMT -5
" Likewise Katherine. Safe journeys." Macen replied after Kat before turning back to Marty, smiling at his bluntness. " Now I must take my leave, my friend. I do not know the captain well, but I get the impression he is an honorable man. And you can trust my friend Katherine if something should happen." He patted the cat on the shoulder. " Enjoy your adventure, my young friend, and see just where it takes you. Farewell, I have an early train ride to Arnzo in the morning to catch." Macen turned and walked towards his truck.
" You're alot of help." Wes muttered, looking from Windrider to the source of the string. He glared at the monkey, before making a fruitless grab for the string. "Come here monkey." He made a lunge for Thinks I'm a Tree but missed, sputtering " Monkey!" before stopping and retaking his seat, still sputtering," Yes, I know, that was stupid and I only encouraged your pet."
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Post by shiivster on Apr 2, 2007 0:40:48 GMT -5
* the young Gypsy continues ... a pale glow flickers from time to time about her ... a sign that something is happening to her. the fact of her non-panicking is a tad unsettling.
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