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tushanshu_ooc2016-02-10 05:00 pm
Bastian Greene | Original Character
[The marketplace had been quieter that day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and people were going about their business in a peaceful, calm manner. That peace was now on the brink of destruction. A scruffy looking man in his mid-thirties stood before one of the kedan merchants, two dead birdlike creatures dangling from one hand while the other points at the merchant. It's a debate between the two, and it's getting more and more heated with each word.]
Whoa, whoa- hey! No. No way are you backing out on this. You said if I bring you two of these goosey... alien bird things, then you'd give me that chunk of scrap over there.
[He shakes the birds at the merchant.]
Well lookie here, friend. I've got your stinkin' birds and--
[But the merchant has changed his mind. The human man wants the shiny metal thing too much and two birds seems too low of a trade. Things can only escalate from here.]
[3]
[Bastian is walking, frown on his face and hands shoved into his pockets as he trudges along. It's been a long day, a longer week and a decade from hell. He's tired. Sleep doesn't come easy anymore and honestly, it hasn't since he and his wife parted ways. There's a void in his life that he's never quite been able to fill since she left and it's one he knows is going to take a long time to get by.
So he turns his thoughts away from the past and focuses on the here and now. Right now he has A. Sleep Deprivation. B. A dwindling source of money and C. Really, really sore feet. What he would give for a bike of some form. A speeder. An oldschool Earth motorcycle. Gosh, a Harley even. Bastian had never been big on the older bikes but right now he'd take about anything.
Anything at all.
It's a though that he regrets when a bright pink moped appears at the side of the path. There's a pause from the man as he looks around for an owner and finds... no one. He knows it wasn't there a second ago. Bastian is tired but things like this just don't happen. Thus he approaches the poorly coloured moped and stands it up to get a better look at it. There's a helmet too; just as pink as the bike itself with 'You're a Star!!' written on the side.
For the first time in a long time, Bastian smirks and makes an amused sound before tossing the helmet to the side. Time to see what this little bike can do.]
3
Dat be one impressive lookin' ride mon.
[He grins a big toothy grin.]
Ya sure ya can handle all dat power?
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Oh I know I can. What I want to know is who owns it and how the shit did it just pop up out of nowhere?
[As he speaks, the little pink bike is getting a check over. Thus far, all systems look good to go.]
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If I had to guess I say ya be da owner mon. Finders keepers and all dat right?
[His moral compass might be a tad askew when it comes to things like this.]
As for da latter, well, why look a gift horse in da mouth ya know?
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You'd do better t'honour your deal, lad. It's a poor merchant who backs out o' his promise at the last minute. Word of that gets around, and other people start t'wonder what else he might be shortin' them on.
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Exactly.
[A beat. Bastian really isn't used to this.]
Yeah, exactly! Listen to the lady, buster. You've lost yourself more than a few customers if word gets out you're going back on a deal.
[The kedan looks to argue but, seeing as it's now two on one and the pretty lady does indeed have a point, he sighs and gives a curt nod. The hunk of metal is slapped down on the table before him and Bastian tosses the birds down beside it before picking up his prize.]
See? That wasn't so hard, was it?
[He makes no effort to hide his sarcasm. Bastian is tired and getting that one little engine piece took far too much trouble. The man is about to walk away when he realizes that his helper is still right by him.]
Um...
[He scratches the back of his head.]
Thanks.
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Take your victory with grace, lad. No one likes a poor winner, after all.
[ It's chiding, but gently. Like a parent would. ]
My name's Meidhbhín... yours?