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Trading Post (Open)

Postby Anu Laar » Mon Jul 30, 2012 10:56 pm

There were things Anu needed. He could go to the nearby town, which was a horrible idea, or go to the base and remind the People he was still there, which was simply a bad idea. Nobody had bothered him so far. They weren’t interested in the swamp, where so far nothing but the beast had really challenged him. The Crab aside, he was just... a bit touched was what that all was.

Anu went back to the deck he’d woken up on, up onto the steps. He wouldn’t go inside, just pick up the pad and pencil left out there since his first visit. On the steps, he drew out what he’d come for and left it in front of him. Then he simply waited.

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His hair was messy. It had been in a braid, but that had broken free and now he was falling prey to tangles. He needed this human thing, a thing he didn't have in his growing trinket collection, and some small old vanity from another life wanted to avoid cutting it off. And he was not without something to pay for this much-needed instrument; laid behind the paper was a little something he'd picked up off the bottom of the river. A brass belt buckle; a big heavy oval with an eagle on the front, somewhat polished, but he didn't have much to work with.
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I actually have a plot idea for this

Postby Tentacles » Tue Jul 31, 2012 7:37 am

The inital drama surrounding the death of the monster had finally calmed, and the salamander had figured it was finally safe enough to search the waters for Rod's respawn chip. Seemed he had bitten off a bit more then he could chew, but a deal was a deal, and it wasn't like he had a whole lot else happening. Maybe he should ask Gerhard for help?

Oblivous, the slippery arsonist stepped out the front door whistling jauntily AND SAW THERE WAS A HUGE OCTOPUS MAN ON THE PORCH STEPS.

"HOLY SHIT-!" James fumbled with his ax. Yeah, he had seen a lot of weird shit out here, and Connal and the dog-man didn't seem to think the new freak was so bad, but christ he was getting tired of this monster bullshit. "What the hell are you doing back here, you've been gone for WEEKS, we---oh?"

The salamander shut up long enough to see the little pictograph and the barter offering, and the wheels in his head started turning. "Oh, this thing? No, this won't do. Ppfff. You want your vanity shit I need a favor, not a trinket."
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-my- patch of mud >:[

Postby Anu Laar » Tue Jul 31, 2012 8:52 am

If he was going out into the water, chances were good they may have run into each other, anyway. Anu had grown quickly bolder with the death of the beast, scouting out the edges of what he felt very comfortable designating as His. Unlike the beast, he was not planning on eating everybody that wandered into it. But out there, just like over here, the People didn't have to worry about him. They were behaving, so would he.

Were they? Anu slowly began coiling defensively at the reach for the weapon, but he restrained himself. Good thing, as the Pyro did, too.

He didn't remember ever seeing this one; he knew there were more than the two that watched him wake up, but the details were hazy at best. But clearly, this one had seen him, too. Anu crossed his arms and straightened up a bit. Not aiming for threatening, but imposing, eyes narrowed a bit.

Alright, fine. He was listening. But he was keeping a whole lot of stipulations of 'favours' he'd perform. He didn't need tidy hair that badly.
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guess who's away from scanner

Postby Tentacles » Tue Jul 31, 2012 9:05 am

The salamander's throat inflated a bit nervously, but fortunately no squeaking followed. Anu seemed to be listening, but the guy still gave him the creeps. He wasn't like Gerhard or Jericho, but obviously something a bit more...feral? Angry? Less sociable at any rate. It didn't help that the octopus was HUGE.

"Anu, is it? Right. I'm James. There's a dead friend of ours who's sort of stuck as a ghost..." he cut himself off there. "Look, shit's complicated. Obviously you're a better swimmer and you've got better eyeballs then I do. This idiot died somewhere in the swamp, probably near the docks. I bet his bones have rotted away by now but his chip has got to be around. Here, its kind of like..."

He took the pad and was already scribbling away. The salamander was no Michalangeo himself, but he managed to make a pretty clear image: a hasty representation of a respawn chip, looking something like a thin memory card. He held it out to the octopus for inspection.

"...sorta like that, but really small, like a couple of inches. If you can find me one of those, jesus christ I will get you a fucking SOLID GOLD BRUSH."
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Re: Trading Post (Open)

Postby Anu Laar » Tue Jul 31, 2012 10:01 am

So, the odd little not-man wanted him to go digging around in the mud and muck, for an object only a few inches long, that was in a corpse left there for a very long time. He wasn't so sure skeletons would rot in the time a man could die and the living still remembered him, but it was clearly still long enough that it may well be buried.

He could be looking for days if the body was buried. Weeks if the device had somehow become separated from the remains.

Anu pulled the brush picture toward himself, pointed down at it, then hitched his thumb at himself then behind him toward the docks. For a down-payment of this vanity item, he'd go looking. But for the chip itself... he pushed the image of it toward James, then shrugged out his arm. There weren't going to be any solid gold brushes around, much to his displeasure, but surely there was something to offer in exchange for his success.
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yeah james is kind of an ass like that

Postby Tentacles » Tue Jul 31, 2012 10:11 am

The salamander got the distinct impression that the octopus felt the deal was lopsided. "Alright alright..." he yeilded, holding up his hands. "...you get the comb and crap if you at least keep an eye out for it. Or any bones. Or anything out of the ordinary."

"But if you do find it..." the slippery arsonist's brow furrowed in thought. There was really nothing he could offer this bastard - apparently Anu was already finding food and shelter for himself with no problems, and as a not-a-human-fucking-being that sort of limited the things they could barter. More importantly, he didn't want to make any promises he couldn't keep.

"Well, we can burn that bridge when we get to it. Surely there's something you'll think of by then."
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If it's shiny, he's probably interested.

Postby Anu Laar » Tue Jul 31, 2012 10:18 am

Fair enough. But it wasn't him doing the thinking, he didn't know what shiny things they had in there. No damned way he was going in any of those buildings, with or without all those wonderful smells in there he wanted to investigate. He pointed at James, shaking the finger once. Anu might just show up with that chip, he better have something by then. He'd put his not-foot down about it, too; bartering was something he wasn't going to screw around with, he wasn't worried the People would go to war with him over the price of his services. That would be stupid.

So he'd go looking for the chip. For now, he had a problem needing some solving; Anu pushed his drawing back at James.
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i will give you all of the hats

Postby Tentacles » Tue Jul 31, 2012 10:27 am

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you. Don't get your tentacles in a knot." what the hell was he supposed to know what the damn monster man wanted? Still, it might be pretty easy, if Anu thought more like an animal then a person...but first things first. The salamander disappeared into the building, letting the door slam behind himself.

What he returned with was definately NOT shiny, but the objects would do the job. "RED obviously thinks we should all look our Sunday fuckin' best while we're getting our brains shot out...guess they didn't think you were pretty enough to get these." the Pyro held out the meanger offerings: a cheap plastic comb and an equally quality brush, both embossed with the RED logo. "I got these ages ago, but obviously I don't really need them anymore." he grinned, croaking softly. "Could get you better ones next time somebody rolls into town."
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Re: Trading Post (Open)

Postby Anu Laar » Tue Jul 31, 2012 10:54 am

Don't get your tentacles in a knot? Anu arched a brow, but they'd struck their bargain, so that was that. He crossed his arms again, waiting.

And then... ah. Yes. He knew these; used to have a set just like it. A lifetime back. Anu picked them up in a curling tentacle, scooped up to be inspected. They had a smell not quite like James all over them.. ah. Anu pressed them against his belly as he nodded his head down in understanding and gratitude. There were scars on that belly. Left to finish healing on their own, without a fretting scientist versed in cosmetic surgery, they left purple marks from stitches and healed-up gashes. But it was the hair Anu worried about, the scars he earned.

Better ones later, good. But these would do. So Anu turned and left, in a particularly octopus-like fashion. Tentacles creeping forward, a big pull of progress, and repeat. And he took that belt buckle with him; if the odd little not-man didn't want it, he sure did. All held in the ends of his tentacles, while his hands walked him closer to home. For now. He'd go looking after he got some use out of his new things.
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Re: Trading Post (Open)

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Tue Jul 31, 2012 3:46 pm

Some small distance away from the duo on the porch, someone a bit more familiar was taking advantage of the monster's absence to reacquaint himself with the waterways, though it was really more of an excuse to just get out and go swimming like he hadn't been able to ever since the damn thing crashed in.
Gerhard bobbed up under one of the bridges, sweeping his hair out of his face so he could get a better look at a bit of debris he'd found on the swamp's bottom. His eyesight was usually much better underwater, but it was rather murky and dark at the moment, so he needed to surface so he could investigate whatever it was that had caught his eye in the gloom.
"Ach, anozzer liquor bottle... Tom's no doubt, zhat drunkard..."
Shaking his head, he reached up to set the bottle up on the bridge next to a few others he'd found. Apparently, RED's old Head Medic had found the bridges to be a favored place to get plastered...
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Re: Trading Post (Open)

Postby Anu Laar » Tue Jul 31, 2012 8:48 pm

Anu didn't end up going all the way back. Just out of sight of the base, up on a rock to begin brushing his hair.

The Other was there. The one he had almost wanted to go visit up on the land. But at the same time... he didn't want to find out if there would be some kind of problem between the two of them where he clearly lacked an advantage. So he never investigated. Another one like him. He'd never been allowed to get near one.

Now there was no cage, no glass, just a sunny afternoon. He watched Gerhard from a distance, no threats here.
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Re: Trading Post (Open)

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Tue Jul 31, 2012 11:16 pm

The TentaMedic didn't even notice the other hybrid, having ducked back down underwater to see what he could see. It had been disturbingly lifeless for a long time, so when he caught sight of a small school of fish, he couldn't help but smile, glad that the monster's influence was already beginning to wane. He was really quite looking forward to catching something fresh to nibble on...
Something glinted in the dull sunlight, and Gerhard immediately set to investigate, cautiously poking at the silt with a tentacle to be sure it wasn't a forgotten trap or something equally unpleasant before moving forward to get a better look, reaching a hand forward to feel out the edges of whatever it was.
Rounded, mostly smooth...
Wait, that felt familiar.
Finding an edge to grab, he used it to feel out the rest of the object, digging it out of the mud before bringing it with him to the surface. A pair of glasses, large and rounded, with a crack through the right hand lens. He felt a sharp pang of melancholy as he recognized the item, and sighed as he stroked a thumb over the now-rusted metal frame.
"Fritz..."
Perhaps the kindly little Medic was only missing still, but- This didn't look good.
Gerhard quickly heaved himself up to sit amidst the expansive roots of a nearby cypress tree, debating whether or not to bring his find back to base. The few who had been around to know the little Medic and his kitten- Most of them were gone too. Was it really up to him to remember...?
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Re: Trading Post (Open)

Postby Anu Laar » Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:54 am

Regardless of the sentimental value, it became rather clear to Anu what was going on. The Other was rummaging around for things. In his spot. Anu had nothing for so long that he was clinging to territorial instincts, letting them run rampant and make him a little irritated that he might find something good and run off with it.

Anu slipped into the water and began began swimming up to him, all bristling and angry. His piece of swamp, that clothes-wearing mostly-person was just visiting. How dare he! He knew how People were buzzing and talking all the time, they knew he was there, didn't they?

Unless they didn't care, he didn't really like that idea, either. He normally did, it meant being left alone, but right that second he didn't actually care about that, popping up out of the water with a scowl. Anu tilted his head a bit like a bit of an admonishment for ignoring him. Head and shoulders above the water, he continued to approach slowly. Not attacking, just trying to make a point.

And he was a lot more presentable for saying hello, too.
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Re: Trading Post (Open)

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Thu Aug 02, 2012 12:40 am

Gerhard didn't see the other hybrid at first, distracted by his own thoughts, but then he caught onto the sound of water being disturbed and looked up, brow furrowed curiously as he did his best to make his less than stellar vision work for him.
Was that a person...?
"Hello? Can I help you?"
He didn't recognize the stranger, the darker coloration and longer hair not features he knew any member of either team to have, but he had heard about the plane crash and a survivor- Could this be them?
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Re: Trading Post (Open)

Postby Anu Laar » Thu Aug 02, 2012 12:04 pm

Could he help him? In a manner of speaking.

Anu bared his teeth and pulled himself up on the tree's wide roots, too, now rather obviously not a person. He was an irritated monster-thing not unlike Gerhard himself, just in a less friendly mood. Keeping low, colourful limbs all wrapping around the roots, he'd be growling if he could. His claws dug into wood, with a little cracking noise.
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Re: Trading Post (Open)

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:59 pm

Oh.
Well.
That was new.
The TentaMedic blinked, brows arching upwards in obvious surprise, not sure what to make of the abrupt aggression. Sure, the stranger was cross with him and seemed to be somewhat feral if the growling and lack of speech were anything to go by, but... Why? He wasn't intruding anywhere or taking food (yet), and it wasn't like there were any territory markings around- Were there?
"I'm not sure vhy you are cross vizh mich, but I assure you I meant no offense. I can leave if you like, I don't mind."
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Re: Trading Post (Open)

Postby Anu Laar » Sat Aug 04, 2012 10:13 am

Oh. Anu straightened, put his teeth away, drew his hands up to rest on his mantle. No, as long as he knew that Anu was the one to do any kicking-out they wouldn't have any trouble.

He looked at the Other closely, now that they were close. He was... there was something about him he couldn't put his finger on, something he didn't like. But he wanted to figure out what it was before starting anything over it. Generally speaking, he was awfully curious about him, how he got out here, how he lived, why he could stand to be with Them.

For now, this scavenging issue. Anu nodded at the glasses, then pointed at them. He didn't want them, his hand drew right back, but if this was his piece of swamp he couldn't just let people take things out of it willy-nilly-like. Like a miner with a staked claim.
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Re: Trading Post (Open)

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Sat Aug 04, 2012 1:10 pm

Gerhard watched as the other abruptly calmed, and wondered what it was he'd done or said to have prompted the aggressive action in the first place, when he saw the stranger move. It took him a moment to catch on, his far sightedness making everything near him blurry and indistinct (unlike how perfect his vision was underwater), then he realized the stranger was pointing to Frits' lost glasses.
The TentaMedic sighed, idly feeling over the battered wire frames.
"Zhese vere a freund of mine's. He hast been missingk for a long time now, I vas hopingk he vould be alright somevhere..."
His posture slackened in a dejected manner as his thumb claw felt over the cracked lens.
"But he vouldn't go anyvhere vizhout his glasses."
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Re: Trading Post (Open)

Postby Anu Laar » Mon Aug 06, 2012 5:38 pm

Ah. More preoccupied with that than some grumpy other from the swamp, was he? Didn't know who he was, why should he care? Still, this being upset... that could make him difficult to get through to. It was very simple. Don't take things out of my swamp.

But Anu could be sympathetic. He let him speak.

Then he began gesturing firmly at himself, at the glasses, at the swamp. That is from the swamp; this is my bit of swamp. That needed to be acknowledged; that was it. He wasn't going to be a jerk to his own kind. Not if he wasn't going to be a jerk first.
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Re: Trading Post (Open)

Postby Gerhard Melsbach » Tue Aug 07, 2012 12:34 am

The gesturing grabbed the Medic's attention, and he struggled to follow, brow furrowing in concentration as he squinted, trying to focus.
"I'm sorry, I cannot understand vhat you mean..."
He lifted a hand, tapping his temple.
"Mein eyesight ist not very gute above wasser. Uhm... I have mein glasses on zhe bank, zhey vould help. Vould you mind if I vent to get zhem?"
He wasn't going to bother asking the stranger to speak up. If they wanted to talk, they would have already, so rather than possibly irritate this person with attempts to make them use their voice, he was simply going to work with what was being offered.
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