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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 21, 2018 20:49:36 GMT -5
"Lots of creatures. Most of those little silvery ones are just babies for that one." He points at a large, pale yellow creature that looked like a fancy, frilly leech. "It's a good mother unless there's a famine." They approach a door just sticking out at the end of the dock. It descends into what silver can see is an immense building, one story above and who knows how many underneath, just sitting peacefully in the water. --- Grendel broke eye contact to regard him. "Ah, the pleasure is mine, it's nice to meet someone with manners sometimes." He scans him with her eyes. "Well I can say I'm both a bit perturbed and very intrigued by the fact that you are standing here and working in that condition. If you were one of my charges I'd euthanize you." She says it matter-of-factly. Silver paused to look at the door opening before her. "I saw this in a movie once. It's.. fitting." --- He chuckled and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "As I said, a keen eye. Maybe that's what happened to this poor fellow. Maybe not. But he was dead and we need Jalgars. When I'm done using this body I'll be certain to give it a proper burial, or whatever Jalgar do for their dead." "Mr. Stitcher, what do you say we investigate what we can do for Grendel? The Trallyr won't be happy, but they might let me transfer you to a nicer facility. I favor the ones that allow talent to not go to waste in a cell." "Yes? Must have been a nice movie." They enter the complex. Jalgar must be fond of colored lighting for the lights in there, well bright enough to light the hall well, were that similar orange color. The floor is tile and the walls are metal. The stairs take them down to the first basement level, this must not be the main entrance. Silver can hear a cacophony of differing animal noises somewhere down the hall. "One... two.. three..." He counts doors until he comes to the one he is looking for and opens the door as it reacts to his hand swiping over it. The room they enter is well decorated. It's lit less brightly than the hall and the walls are decorated in colorful translucent silks that drape over each other and hold what looks reminiscent of incense sticks giving the room an alien, floral smell. The lighting in here is purple. Lounging on what can be described as a cushy therapy chair is a smaller female jalgar flipping through pages on her own tablet device. She turns it off and puts it down when they walk in. "Ah! That was so much faster than expected!" She wears a shawl around her shoulders that looks to be a similar material to the wall silks, but an opaque white. Her ears are cropped in a zig-zag and dangly earrings hang from the points delicately. She glides up to Huggort (her movements are smooth and purposeful) and puts her face to his for a moment, grinning, before turning and bending down to get a good look at Silver. "Hello there, you pretty thing. He brought you right here which means you must be especially intelligent. Hmm yes we can clean you up a bit can't we.." She reaches to touch silver's face in a non-threatening but certainly a bit invasive way. --- Grendel's ears flattened down reflexively upon processing that information but she did not flinch back. "Wrap and drop. The swamp can take him back." She repeated this burial information while the rest of her reached for the words she wanted. " Fascinating...." Her eyes snapped back to the speaker. "Excuse me? What is this?" |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 21, 2018 21:18:01 GMT -5
Silver paused to look at the door opening before her. "I saw this in a movie once. It's.. fitting." --- He chuckled and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "As I said, a keen eye. Maybe that's what happened to this poor fellow. Maybe not. But he was dead and we need Jalgars. When I'm done using this body I'll be certain to give it a proper burial, or whatever Jalgar do for their dead." "Mr. Stitcher, what do you say we investigate what we can do for Grendel? The Trallyr won't be happy, but they might let me transfer you to a nicer facility. I favor the ones that allow talent to not go to waste in a cell." "Yes? Must have been a nice movie." They enter the complex. Jalgar must be fond of colored lighting for the lights in there, well bright enough to light the hall well, were that similar orange color. The floor is tile and the walls are metal. The stairs take them down to the first basement level, this must not be the main entrance. Silver can hear a cacophony of differing animal noises somewhere down the hall. "One... two.. three..." He counts doors until he comes to the one he is looking for and opens the door as it reacts to his hand swiping over it. The room they enter is well decorated. It's lit less brightly than the hall and the walls are decorated in colorful translucent silks that drape over each other and hold what looks reminiscent of incense sticks giving the room an alien, floral smell. The lighting in here is purple. Lounging on what can be described as a cushy therapy chair is a smaller female jalgar flipping through pages on her own tablet device. She turns it off and puts it down when they walk in. "Ah! That was so much faster than expected!" She wears a shawl around her shoulders that looks to be a similar material to the wall silks, but an opaque white. Her ears are cropped in a zig-zag and dangly earrings hang from the points delicately. She glides up to Huggort (her movements are smooth and purposeful) and puts her face to his for a moment, grinning, before turning and bending down to get a good look at Silver. "Hello there, you pretty thing. He brought you right here which means you must be especially intelligent. Hmm yes we can clean you up a bit can't we.." She reaches to touch silver's face in a non-threatening but certainly a bit invasive way. --- Grendel's ears flattened down reflexively upon processing that information but she did not flinch back. "Wrap and drop. The swamp can take him back." She repeated this burial information while the rest of her reached for the words she wanted. " Fascinating...." Her eyes snapped back to the speaker. "Excuse me? What is this?" Silver's eyes widened at the sudden touch. Her tail puffed out, clinking like a disturbed wind chime. Her cheeks turned purple and she searched for the words to greet her new owner. "Um. Hello. You're pretty too." --- "I'm trying to think of ways to help you. Give you reasons to help us." Glyph said, tapping her fingertips together. "But the question does remain: how much can you help us? Is there anything you can give us that I couldn't hire another Jalgar for? We know this man took Silver, that doesn't mean she went to the Red Ring. Silver was not a fighter, so they might not be interested in her. And you don't, after all, know 'everyone who deserves it'." |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 21, 2018 21:33:02 GMT -5
"Yes? Must have been a nice movie." They enter the complex. Jalgar must be fond of colored lighting for the lights in there, well bright enough to light the hall well, were that similar orange color. The floor is tile and the walls are metal. The stairs take them down to the first basement level, this must not be the main entrance. Silver can hear a cacophony of differing animal noises somewhere down the hall. "One... two.. three..." He counts doors until he comes to the one he is looking for and opens the door as it reacts to his hand swiping over it. The room they enter is well decorated. It's lit less brightly than the hall and the walls are decorated in colorful translucent silks that drape over each other and hold what looks reminiscent of incense sticks giving the room an alien, floral smell. The lighting in here is purple. Lounging on what can be described as a cushy therapy chair is a smaller female jalgar flipping through pages on her own tablet device. She turns it off and puts it down when they walk in. "Ah! That was so much faster than expected!" She wears a shawl around her shoulders that looks to be a similar material to the wall silks, but an opaque white. Her ears are cropped in a zig-zag and dangly earrings hang from the points delicately. She glides up to Huggort (her movements are smooth and purposeful) and puts her face to his for a moment, grinning, before turning and bending down to get a good look at Silver. "Hello there, you pretty thing. He brought you right here which means you must be especially intelligent. Hmm yes we can clean you up a bit can't we.." She reaches to touch silver's face in a non-threatening but certainly a bit invasive way. --- Grendel's ears flattened down reflexively upon processing that information but she did not flinch back. "Wrap and drop. The swamp can take him back." She repeated this burial information while the rest of her reached for the words she wanted. " Fascinating...." Her eyes snapped back to the speaker. "Excuse me? What is this?" Silver's eyes widened at the sudden touch. Her tail puffed out, clinking like a disturbed wind chime. Her cheeks turned purple and she searched for the words to greet her new owner. "Um. Hello. You're pretty too." --- "I'm trying to think of ways to help you. Give you reasons to help us." Glyph said, tapping her fingertips together. "But the question does remain: how much can you help us? Is there anything you can give us that I couldn't hire another Jalgar for? We know this man took Silver, that doesn't mean she went to the Red Ring. Silver was not a fighter, so they might not be interested in her. And you don't, after all, know 'everyone who deserves it'." Krallika looked enthralled by the noise and the color. "Why you are too kind! Your manners match your looks." She straightens up and turns on her tablet device. "Alright, we both know that you are not what you told those buffoons you were, so would you care to inform me?" She uses the tablet to snap a picture of silver. --- Grendel's ears jump right back to where they were. "I- I know many of his clients! Chatted with him a few times I know how he operates... I could get you information, if they think it's just me they will divulge it-" She catches up to her brain. "It's not like the Red ring is a one act circus you know... Miss set up a deal with him. First to know. Highest bid. Always. He always brought living things at least by us in the past I don't know if he is still working that way now.." Her gaze is hawk-like. "Get me out of here and I can take you there. Just you though. I won't have those feathered fools step foot anywhere near." |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 21, 2018 21:57:38 GMT -5
Silver's eyes widened at the sudden touch. Her tail puffed out, clinking like a disturbed wind chime. Her cheeks turned purple and she searched for the words to greet her new owner. "Um. Hello. You're pretty too." --- "I'm trying to think of ways to help you. Give you reasons to help us." Glyph said, tapping her fingertips together. "But the question does remain: how much can you help us? Is there anything you can give us that I couldn't hire another Jalgar for? We know this man took Silver, that doesn't mean she went to the Red Ring. Silver was not a fighter, so they might not be interested in her. And you don't, after all, know 'everyone who deserves it'." Krallika looked enthralled by the noise and the color. "Why you are too kind! Your manners match your looks." She straightens up and turns on her tablet device. "Alright, we both know that you are not what you told those buffoons you were, so would you care to inform me?" She uses the tablet to snap a picture of silver. --- Grendel's ears jump right back to where they were. "I- I know many of his clients! Chatted with him a few times I know how he operates... I could get you information, if they think it's just me they will divulge it-" She catches up to her brain. "It's not like the Red ring is a one act circus you know... Miss set up a deal with him. First to know. Highest bid. Always. He always brought living things at least by us in the past I don't know if he is still working that way now.." Her gaze is hawk-like. "Get me out of here and I can take you there. Just you though. I won't have those feathered fools step foot anywhere near." Silver sighed and looked down. "I'm a Xweetok, native to the planet Neopia. I was living in a mixed species colony on the planet Netwaffle when I met a lost Trallyr who wanted to go home.." --- Glyph nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you, Grendel. I will talk with the Trallyr. Tell me, do you know that man's name?" she gestured to the Jalagar captain. |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 21, 2018 22:02:10 GMT -5
Krallika looked enthralled by the noise and the color. "Why you are too kind! Your manners match your looks." She straightens up and turns on her tablet device. "Alright, we both know that you are not what you told those buffoons you were, so would you care to inform me?" She uses the tablet to snap a picture of silver. --- Grendel's ears jump right back to where they were. "I- I know many of his clients! Chatted with him a few times I know how he operates... I could get you information, if they think it's just me they will divulge it-" She catches up to her brain. "It's not like the Red ring is a one act circus you know... Miss set up a deal with him. First to know. Highest bid. Always. He always brought living things at least by us in the past I don't know if he is still working that way now.." Her gaze is hawk-like. "Get me out of here and I can take you there. Just you though. I won't have those feathered fools step foot anywhere near." Silver sighed and looked down. "I'm a Xweetok, native to the planet Neopia. I was living in a mixed species colony on the planet Netwaffle when I met a lost Trallyr who wanted to go home.." --- Glyph nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you, Grendel. I will talk with the Trallyr. Tell me, do you know that man's name?" she gestured to the Jalagar captain. Krallika typed some stuff down and nodded. "Interesting... First one I've seen. Are all xweetok as shiny as you?" --- Grendel frowned. "No. And I'm not lying. I know names he uses but not his real one. No one does." |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 21, 2018 22:44:20 GMT -5
Silver sighed and looked down. "I'm a Xweetok, native to the planet Neopia. I was living in a mixed species colony on the planet Netwaffle when I met a lost Trallyr who wanted to go home.." --- Glyph nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you, Grendel. I will talk with the Trallyr. Tell me, do you know that man's name?" she gestured to the Jalagar captain. Krallika typed some stuff down and nodded. "Interesting... First one I've seen. Are all xweetok as shiny as you?" --- Grendel frowned. "No. And I'm not lying. I know names he uses but not his real one. No one does." "No. Most Xweetoks look like fluffier Chi'Suut with a red, green, yellow, or blue stripe, like mine, but against brown fur." Her stripe was electric blue, contrasting with her mostly otherwise cyan body. "There are a slew of less common colors, and a few subtypes of the species. The 'Ice' Xweetoks are a very rare and shiny subtype, and I closely resemble them but I am not technically one of them. I'm unclassified, and I've never met anyone who looked just like me." --- "Thank you, Grendel." Glyph went for the door, smiling. "Mr. Stitcher" and the Captain seemed pleased as well. "I will ask the Trallyr what can be done." She spoke quietly to the Trallyr outside, not wanting to cause a scene. |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 21, 2018 23:02:56 GMT -5
Krallika typed some stuff down and nodded. "Interesting... First one I've seen. Are all xweetok as shiny as you?" --- Grendel frowned. "No. And I'm not lying. I know names he uses but not his real one. No one does." "No. Most Xweetoks look like fluffier Chi'Suut with a red, green, yellow, or blue stripe, like mine, but against brown fur." Her stripe was electric blue, contrasting with her mostly otherwise cyan body. "There are a slew of less common colors, and a few subtypes of the species. The 'Ice' Xweetoks are a very rare and shiny subtype, and I closely resemble them but I am not technically one of them. I'm unclassified, and I've never met anyone who looked just like me." --- "Thank you, Grendel." Glyph went for the door, smiling. "Mr. Stitcher" and the Captain seemed pleased as well. "I will ask the Trallyr what can be done." She spoke quietly to the Trallyr outside, not wanting to cause a scene. This information pleased Krallika. "Perfect! What is your diet?" --- With some difficulty and the grace of Enie they managed to do it by filing it as a prisoner swap for Ira, recorded late. Grendel is given to them a few hours later cuffed and looking surprised. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 21, 2018 23:38:58 GMT -5
"No. Most Xweetoks look like fluffier Chi'Suut with a red, green, yellow, or blue stripe, like mine, but against brown fur." Her stripe was electric blue, contrasting with her mostly otherwise cyan body. "There are a slew of less common colors, and a few subtypes of the species. The 'Ice' Xweetoks are a very rare and shiny subtype, and I closely resemble them but I am not technically one of them. I'm unclassified, and I've never met anyone who looked just like me." --- "Thank you, Grendel." Glyph went for the door, smiling. "Mr. Stitcher" and the Captain seemed pleased as well. "I will ask the Trallyr what can be done." She spoke quietly to the Trallyr outside, not wanting to cause a scene. This information pleased Krallika. "Perfect! What is your diet?" --- With some difficulty and the grace of Enie they managed to do it by filing it as a prisoner swap for Ira, recorded late. Grendel is given to them a few hours later cuffed and looking surprised. Silver sighed again. "Batteries. Or live wires. I eat energy. I like rocks because they're crunchy and I need acid to keep my insides clean and help me use the energy I eat. I don't naturally produce acid like other species do." --- Mr. Stitcher took Grendel by the arm, smiling as they led her to the transport room. "Now, my lady, I believe we can have a chance to know each other better." The Captain took hold of Grendel's other arm. "You made that sound creepy." "My apologies, Miss, if I came off that way." Mr. Stitcher told Grendel. Glyph gave them all a tired smile, and took Mr. Stitcher and the Captain's free hands and teleported them to Taco City. She quickly moved away from Grendel in case of a negative reaction to the transportation. The building they were in smelled like electronics, and very little like life. |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 21, 2018 23:55:42 GMT -5
This information pleased Krallika. "Perfect! What is your diet?" --- With some difficulty and the grace of Enie they managed to do it by filing it as a prisoner swap for Ira, recorded late. Grendel is given to them a few hours later cuffed and looking surprised. Silver sighed again. "Batteries. Or live wires. I eat energy. I like rocks because they're crunchy and I need acid to keep my insides clean and help me use the energy I eat. I don't naturally produce acid like other species do." --- Mr. Stitcher took Grendel by the arm, smiling as they led her to the transport room. "Now, my lady, I believe we can have a chance to know each other better." The Captain took hold of Grendel's other arm. "You made that sound creepy." "My apologies, Miss, if I came off that way." Mr. Stitcher told Grendel. Glyph gave them all a tired smile, and took Mr. Stitcher and the Captain's free hands and teleported them to Taco City. She quickly moved away from Grendel in case of a negative reaction to the transportation. The building they were in smelled like electronics, and very little like life. Krallika takes notes down then turns off the machine. "Incredibly unique! I'll have to get some for you... Hm!" She straightens up and beckons silver to follow her back out into the hall. She leads her past the door where the most noise is coming from and takes a corner to a different door and it opens to a wide hall. The hall is lined with rooms, or are they cages? It's hard to tell but it is easy to see into them. The front walls lining the hallway are translucent. The rooms also seemed to have windows into the neighboring ones. It's lit in the orange again. Each room has some creature in it. No two alike. They walk down the hall and occasionally one watches them go by in a way that suggests that they are sentient as well. --- Grendel's time in prison made her more used to be handled but she did raise a brow at the stitcher. The transportation causes Grendel to become disoriented and she needs some support to stand for a moment but beyond that she ends up fine. Blinking, she looks around. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 22, 2018 0:24:45 GMT -5
Silver sighed again. "Batteries. Or live wires. I eat energy. I like rocks because they're crunchy and I need acid to keep my insides clean and help me use the energy I eat. I don't naturally produce acid like other species do." --- Mr. Stitcher took Grendel by the arm, smiling as they led her to the transport room. "Now, my lady, I believe we can have a chance to know each other better." The Captain took hold of Grendel's other arm. "You made that sound creepy." "My apologies, Miss, if I came off that way." Mr. Stitcher told Grendel. Glyph gave them all a tired smile, and took Mr. Stitcher and the Captain's free hands and teleported them to Taco City. She quickly moved away from Grendel in case of a negative reaction to the transportation. The building they were in smelled like electronics, and very little like life. Krallika takes notes down then turns off the machine. "Incredibly unique! I'll have to get some for you... Hm!" She straightens up and beckons silver to follow her back out into the hall. She leads her past the door where the most noise is coming from and takes a corner to a different door and it opens to a wide hall. The hall is lined with rooms, or are they cages? It's hard to tell but it is easy to see into them. The front walls lining the hallway are translucent. The rooms also seemed to have windows into the neighboring ones. It's lit in the orange again. Each room has some creature in it. No two alike. They walk down the hall and occasionally one watches them go by in a way that suggests that they are sentient as well. --- Grendel's time in prison made her more used to be handled but she did raise a brow at the stitcher. The transportation causes Grendel to become disoriented and she needs some support to stand for a moment but beyond that she ends up fine. Blinking, she looks around. Silver was interested until she realized there were intelligent species in the line-up. Her ears went back. The orange lighting reminded her of her cell on the ship. "How many sentients do you have? Are any of them here willingly? Do we get to go outside? It was.. nice outside." --- "Didn't hurl. Good job." the Captain congratulated Grendel as she helped steady her. Mr. Stitcher pulled away and opened one of the many boxes stacked on a counter along the wall. Each box had the symbol of the speaking sun on it, and was labeled in Scraccian. Glyph sat at a round table in the center of the room, which activated and showed projections of the Jalgar planet when she touched it. The lighting in the room was dim and green tinted. Mr. Stitcher turned around holding a device that looked something in-between a gun and a medical needle. "Hold still. I'm putting a tracker in you before we remove those cuffs." "Are you hungry?" asked Glyph. "Slow down." said Captain, "First we need names. Names of Red Ring members and of the nameless pirate's clients. Where is the Red Ring? How do we get in? How do we get Silver out? What would they want Silver for?" |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 22, 2018 16:39:58 GMT -5
Krallika takes notes down then turns off the machine. "Incredibly unique! I'll have to get some for you... Hm!" She straightens up and beckons silver to follow her back out into the hall. She leads her past the door where the most noise is coming from and takes a corner to a different door and it opens to a wide hall. The hall is lined with rooms, or are they cages? It's hard to tell but it is easy to see into them. The front walls lining the hallway are translucent. The rooms also seemed to have windows into the neighboring ones. It's lit in the orange again. Each room has some creature in it. No two alike. They walk down the hall and occasionally one watches them go by in a way that suggests that they are sentient as well. --- Grendel's time in prison made her more used to be handled but she did raise a brow at the stitcher. The transportation causes Grendel to become disoriented and she needs some support to stand for a moment but beyond that she ends up fine. Blinking, she looks around. Silver was interested until she realized there were intelligent species in the line-up. Her ears went back. The orange lighting reminded her of her cell on the ship. "How many sentients do you have? Are any of them here willingly? Do we get to go outside? It was.. nice outside." --- "Didn't hurl. Good job." the Captain congratulated Grendel as she helped steady her. Mr. Stitcher pulled away and opened one of the many boxes stacked on a counter along the wall. Each box had the symbol of the speaking sun on it, and was labeled in Scraccian. Glyph sat at a round table in the center of the room, which activated and showed projections of the Jalgar planet when she touched it. The lighting in the room was dim and green tinted. Mr. Stitcher turned around holding a device that looked something in-between a gun and a medical needle. "Hold still. I'm putting a tracker in you before we remove those cuffs." "Are you hungry?" asked Glyph. "Slow down." said Captain, "First we need names. Names of Red Ring members and of the nameless pirate's clients. Where is the Red Ring? How do we get in? How do we get Silver out? What would they want Silver for?" Krallika thought about it. "Not too many in this place I'm not the type to go after them but some are just too intriguing to resist... though for fighters it's a different case... Hm. Outside?" She looks surprised. "It may be pretty but it is also very dangerous. Don't underestimate the swamp, I got my prized possession from there." She brings her to an empty one. Inside there is more than expected in a way. There's a water tap and a bean-bag-like place probably meant for sleep. --- "How'd you get those..." She mumbled at the projection of her home. She glares at the tracking gun with a "tch". She makes a mental note of where he does it, knowing she probably can't avoid this one. She's a little fuzzy and slowly takes in all the questions. She shakes her head no at glyph and then looks to the captain. "Says slow down then keeps on talking.. Names names names... Ugh.... Hold on gosh..." She holds her head for a moment then exhales. "You know this doesn't have to be a big ol' thing, right? I can get you there I can get you what you need but you are aware you have no legal jurisdiction on Ghennekhan, right? You can't go in and arrest people and such nonsense.. Besides, she might not even be a fighter in which case there is really no cause for all the panic.. could probably just buy her back or trade her.. then alls well... But I am not going to do any of this helping if you all intend to go in there gung ho and try and be heroes, you got that?" |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 22, 2018 17:18:01 GMT -5
Silver was interested until she realized there were intelligent species in the line-up. Her ears went back. The orange lighting reminded her of her cell on the ship. "How many sentients do you have? Are any of them here willingly? Do we get to go outside? It was.. nice outside." --- "Didn't hurl. Good job." the Captain congratulated Grendel as she helped steady her. Mr. Stitcher pulled away and opened one of the many boxes stacked on a counter along the wall. Each box had the symbol of the speaking sun on it, and was labeled in Scraccian. Glyph sat at a round table in the center of the room, which activated and showed projections of the Jalgar planet when she touched it. The lighting in the room was dim and green tinted. Mr. Stitcher turned around holding a device that looked something in-between a gun and a medical needle. "Hold still. I'm putting a tracker in you before we remove those cuffs." "Are you hungry?" asked Glyph. "Slow down." said Captain, "First we need names. Names of Red Ring members and of the nameless pirate's clients. Where is the Red Ring? How do we get in? How do we get Silver out? What would they want Silver for?" Krallika thought about it. "Not too many in this place I'm not the type to go after them but some are just too intriguing to resist... though for fighters it's a different case... Hm. Outside?" She looks surprised. "It may be pretty but it is also very dangerous. Don't underestimate the swamp, I got my prized possession from there." She brings her to an empty one. Inside there is more than expected in a way. There's a water tap and a bean-bag-like place probably meant for sleep. --- "How'd you get those..." She mumbled at the projection of her home. She glares at the tracking gun with a "tch". She makes a mental note of where he does it, knowing she probably can't avoid this one. She's a little fuzzy and slowly takes in all the questions. She shakes her head no at glyph and then looks to the captain. "Says slow down then keeps on talking.. Names names names... Ugh.... Hold on gosh..." She holds her head for a moment then exhales. "You know this doesn't have to be a big ol' thing, right? I can get you there I can get you what you need but you are aware you have no legal jurisdiction on Ghennekhan, right? You can't go in and arrest people and such nonsense.. Besides, she might not even be a fighter in which case there is really no cause for all the panic.. could probably just buy her back or trade her.. then alls well... But I am not going to do any of this helping if you all intend to go in there gung ho and try and be heroes, you got that?" Silver stared flatly at the animal stall intended to be her new home. Seriously?"Is there a way to turn off the lights? And what fighters?" she asked in equally flat tones. --- Glyph went quiet while Mr. Stitcher injected the tracker in the back of Grendel's neck. "We're not cops, Grendel." the captain replied. "We're not arresting anyone. But we are traders, and information like that is valuable with the right client. You said you'd give us the information if we got you out of that prison, which we did. Time to pay up." |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 22, 2018 17:32:40 GMT -5
Krallika thought about it. "Not too many in this place I'm not the type to go after them but some are just too intriguing to resist... though for fighters it's a different case... Hm. Outside?" She looks surprised. "It may be pretty but it is also very dangerous. Don't underestimate the swamp, I got my prized possession from there." She brings her to an empty one. Inside there is more than expected in a way. There's a water tap and a bean-bag-like place probably meant for sleep. --- "How'd you get those..." She mumbled at the projection of her home. She glares at the tracking gun with a "tch". She makes a mental note of where he does it, knowing she probably can't avoid this one. She's a little fuzzy and slowly takes in all the questions. She shakes her head no at glyph and then looks to the captain. "Says slow down then keeps on talking.. Names names names... Ugh.... Hold on gosh..." She holds her head for a moment then exhales. "You know this doesn't have to be a big ol' thing, right? I can get you there I can get you what you need but you are aware you have no legal jurisdiction on Ghennekhan, right? You can't go in and arrest people and such nonsense.. Besides, she might not even be a fighter in which case there is really no cause for all the panic.. could probably just buy her back or trade her.. then alls well... But I am not going to do any of this helping if you all intend to go in there gung ho and try and be heroes, you got that?" Silver stared flatly at the animal stall intended to be her new home. Seriously?"Is there a way to turn off the lights? And what fighters?" --- Glyph went quiet while Mr. Stitcher injected the tracker in the back of Grendel's neck. "We're not cops, Grendel." the captain replied. "We're not arresting anyone. But we are traders, and information like that is valuable with the right client. You said you'd give us the information if we got you out of that prison, which we did. Time to pay up." Krallika showed her the switch to shut off the lights in the room but there is nothing to be done about the hallway lights. "Oh, I run a little event here but you don't have to worry about it unless you wanted to watch sometime, ahah. If you need something in here that's important just let me know. I wasn't really expecting you." --- Grendel looks unhappy at the tracker placement. She was probably very ready to chop off an arm. "Now to be fair I suppose I did agree to help you." She gives them the names of some of his other clients, and doesn't seem to care much about it. "Now regarding my people.. I can tell you things and I can get you there but I won't be having you spreading that around to no no one for no price. I don't trust like that. I'd rather go back to that bird brain craphole then rat out my people. I have very little to lose really. And don't say I have my life cause that's such a boring threat." She yawns "Now I was thinkin'... I can guide you to where you wanna be, get you your girl, you take this blasted nonsense out of my neck and leave me there and we all leave happy. That'd be optimal for me. And hardly a problem to you." |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 22, 2018 17:52:22 GMT -5
Silver stared flatly at the animal stall intended to be her new home. Seriously?"Is there a way to turn off the lights? And what fighters?" --- Glyph went quiet while Mr. Stitcher injected the tracker in the back of Grendel's neck. "We're not cops, Grendel." the captain replied. "We're not arresting anyone. But we are traders, and information like that is valuable with the right client. You said you'd give us the information if we got you out of that prison, which we did. Time to pay up." Krallika showed her the switch to shut off the lights in the room but there is nothing to be done about the hallway lights. "Oh, I run a little event here but you don't have to worry about it unless you wanted to watch sometime, ahah. If you need something in here that's important just let me know. I wasn't really expecting you." --- Grendel looks unhappy at the tracker placement. She was probably very ready to chop off an arm. "Now to be fair I suppose I did agree to help you." She gives them the names of some of his other clients, and doesn't seem to care much about it. "Now regarding my people.. I can tell you things and I can get you there but I won't be having you spreading that around to no no one for no price. I don't trust like that. I'd rather go back to that bird brain craphole then rat out my people. I have very little to lose really. And don't say I have my life cause that's such a boring threat." She yawns "Now I was thinkin'... I can guide you to where you wanna be, get you your girl, you take this blasted nonsense out of my neck and leave me there and we all leave happy. That'd be optimal for me. And hardly a problem to you." Silver cast her a sideways glance. "I see. If this cage is as boring as it looks, I would probably like to attend as many events as you'll allow." --- Muse busied himself with recording the information. "Fine with me." the captain replied. But Glyph shook her head. "I can't do that, Grendel. It wouldn't be legal by Jalgar law or the agreement I made with the Trallyr for you. I have no desire to find myself living in that "bird brain craphole". But I can respect your people and not trade their information." |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 22, 2018 18:03:01 GMT -5
Krallika showed her the switch to shut off the lights in the room but there is nothing to be done about the hallway lights. "Oh, I run a little event here but you don't have to worry about it unless you wanted to watch sometime, ahah. If you need something in here that's important just let me know. I wasn't really expecting you." --- Grendel looks unhappy at the tracker placement. She was probably very ready to chop off an arm. "Now to be fair I suppose I did agree to help you." She gives them the names of some of his other clients, and doesn't seem to care much about it. "Now regarding my people.. I can tell you things and I can get you there but I won't be having you spreading that around to no no one for no price. I don't trust like that. I'd rather go back to that bird brain craphole then rat out my people. I have very little to lose really. And don't say I have my life cause that's such a boring threat." She yawns "Now I was thinkin'... I can guide you to where you wanna be, get you your girl, you take this blasted nonsense out of my neck and leave me there and we all leave happy. That'd be optimal for me. And hardly a problem to you." Silver cast her a sideways glance. "I see. If this cage is as boring as it looks, I would probably like to attend as many events as you'll allow." --- Muse busied himself with recording the information. "Fine with me." the captain replied. But Glyph shook her head. "I can't do that, Grendel. It wouldn't be legal by Jalgar law or the agreement I made with the Trallyr for you. I have no desire to find myself living in that "bird brain craphole". But I can respect your people and not trade their information." Krallika grinned with a hospitality that's hard to place in the cold feeling it radiates. "If you'd like, My ven is in line for the next round." Silver can hear a cautionary gurgle from the stall beside them. <That thing. It is a terrible monster. I watched. I cannot forget.> Krallika pays it no mind. --- "Oh psh. Law shmaw. Fine. But you'll need something to give Krallika that's not me for your friend, then. I'll have to go with you anyway if you want to find it. You can't get in unless she knows you. But if I'm there she'll probably give you good seats, so to say." |
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