Day: 39 Quarter: Tessera Year: 81379 Character:http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=759Moren Kor'nar</a> Moren Walked along the sand covered coble road that was jam packed with people selling just about every thing you could think of. Some of it was from off world, some of it stolen, some of it you just didn't want to know. This was of the best places to find some good food, if you know where to look, and to find old stories just waiting to be told. Moren had his white robe on, a long flowing thing that went down to just above his feet. He had this on cause it had lots of pockets on the inside, where only he could get to them, and it looked cool on him. As he walked venders called out about there wares. He saw one in the corner which look like they had old machina parts. Moren wondered over and started looking. "Good day sir, is there something I can help you find?" the Female Pendragon who was selling the goods asked. "Are there any of these parts from small transports, like ground or air transports?" She thought for a moment, pulling out a list and looking though it. "No, I don't think so, sorry." She said after setting the list down on the near by table. "Are there any Computer parts, say like an Opti-read or somthing like that." The female looked at him like is was strange. "I think there is some one selling those down the way go take a look there." she said, in a more harsh tone now. Moren noded to her and keep walking down the way. Some must have something to read this old Opti-card He thought to him self. He then walked down the street to find an other vender in the middle of a intersection that had all kinds of Computer parts on his table, Moren wondered over and started look though them. "Can I help you?" A male, or he thought it as a male, of an off world race asked him in a hising tone. "I'm looking for on Opti-reader, the old stlye that read the cards." Moren said to him. "Humm, well let me see what I have here, but I'm very sure we can get you something....for the right price." Moren Roled his eyes, this was going to be a fun one to deal with.
Character. http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=486Muerrin Djaam</a> Ah, Bhim's Black Market. It was the kind of place that had a particular effect on the senses - a certain smell of burning oil and incense, a clever way the stalls hung long curtains of black shadow across the street, a palpable weight to the atmosphere, a cacophonous blend of gravel voices and rich accents. It was a tiny world all laid out haplessly along the main-street, self-sufficient, possessing all items from the range of bare necessity to frivolous trinket to diagnostic specimen. It was, in a way, romantic. A number of her colleagues had suggested that she spent much too much time in the market, but Muerrin had denied it. She didn't see anything wrong with regular visits, especially since they always yielded interesting and fairly-priced finds, and she'd never been in danger, even around the notorious criminals. Well, there had been an incident once. Since then, the Lukuo had resolved never to visit the market after sundown. Glancing about the avenue, Muerrin's golden eyes flicked from stall to stall in search of a certain one. She'd shed her white lab coat earlier in exchange for more practical attire - slightly-too-long jeans and a red t-shirt bearing the emblem of one of her favorite bands, the Postal Service, over which she wore a half-zipped black sweater to fend against the chilly Tessera weather. Her flip-flops flapped against the cobblestones as she sauntered down the street, forepaws in pockets. Nodding to herself, she sidled up to the stall she'd been on the lookout for. It was a computer-parts shop manned by an arden she'd briefly conversed with before, when buying nearly a gigabyte of internal RAM chips for her lab computer. Someone else was already being helped, however, so she leaned up against a counter in bored nonchalance. Giving the customer a glance, and then several more, she began puzzling over why he was wearing a long, white robe. "Are you a laboratory scientist, or do you just like that timeless fashion?" she asked with a short laugh.
Moren was setting him self in the haggling mode. He really didn't like it, but by the sounds of it he would have to to get the Reader he needed. As the off-worlder was bent over getting something out from under the counter he heard a comment. It took a moment for his mind to get out of its mode and pick up on it, but it got him to smile and give a short laugh. He turned to see a female lukuo at the counter beside him. He gave her a playful smile and said." I think like the look, makes me look a little wiser then I really am." He laughed, "but really its just to keep cool, its still a bit warm for me with all my fur." He said pulling on some of the fur around his face. She was rather nice looking, the way she held her self, and the feeling she gave off, not like most the people around this market, but that was great thing about this place, you never knew what, or who you would meet. The off worlder came back up from the Counter and nodded to the Female who had come up to the counter. He then said to Moren." You are in luck, I have the reader, but not the interface." he said the last word with a hiss. "Do you have the cable with it? what kind is it?" it was time to haggle again. "It is an LTEE interface, and I can get you a cable..." Moren interrupted him, "Is the cable here?" The vender gave him a bit of dirty look, and pulled one out form his jacket. "And what about an interface chip, I can do the rest." The vender began to play his side now, "Do you really think, I would keep, theses chips around, the are garbage with the boards.." he said in a raised voice, hissing more so now on some of his words.. "Then Why do you have a boards with blank chip slots for sale.?" The Vender paused, then un-happily pulled out the chip, and with a thud put all the thing on the counter in a box, "5, no more, no less." "Here is 5, and .20 for the for the connector that in not on the cable." The vender put down the connector as well. Moren grabbed the box and thanked vender for his time, the vender turned his back to him and filled the counter on the other side with blank chip borads. Moren then turned to the Female lukuo, "I hope I did make you wait to long, I just really needed these parts to read some old cards I found. By the way, My name is Moren." Moren said has he held the box with one forepaw, and offered the other to the female.
Muerrin raised her eyebrows in mixed amusement and awe towards the arden's skillful haggling. She watched as he coerced the shopkeeper into producing a card-reader of some sort and a number of accessories she knew relatively little about. Obsolete, she figured, as the pieces looked rather old-fashioned, nothing which she recognized. She couldn't help but let out a stifled giggle as the offworder begrudgingly gave his customer all the parts he needed, at the price he demanded. Turning to the arden, she tucked her long milky-colored hair behind her ear with one hand and replaced it in her pocket, using the other hand to shake the khell's lightly, with a nod and a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Moren. I'm Muerrin." Grinning inanely, she pointed out, "our names are almost the same." With a habitual shake of her head, loosening the lock of her she'd just tucked back, she continued, "why would you possibly have such an old card? I'm sorry if I'm being nosy, but I can't help my own curiosity."
Muerrin Introduced her self, and made the statment about how simular thier names where, Moren smiled at this and said, "Its a pleaser to meet you Muerrin, and yes, it seems they are very close. Its fun how things like that happen." Muerrin then asked about the opti-card reader he had just bought. "Oh no, its not noisy at all," Moren moved around to the other side of Muerrin, as not to block the counter of the seller which he just hagled. "This is a 30 year old optical card reader. All of the system ID cards use to be in this format befor they went to the magnetice pick-up cards they use now." Moren pulled out a semi-transparent card, which in the upper left hand part of it had a photo, which Moren covered up. "They found these could be change to easly, and so peole where changing them to fake IDs." Moren put the card back in one the inner pockets of his robes, he didn't want to lose that card. "So do you come here offeten for parts, or do you just like to watch strange Khell's hangle?" Moren made a small laugh and leaned on the counter a little.
The scientist viewed the opti-card with vague curiosity. Obviously it was a highly coveted item, as it drove Moren to great lengths to find a reader just to view its contents, so Muerrin decided not to press her luck by questioning any further about the issue. Instead, she gave a light chuckle to the arden's second comment, and crossed her arms indignantly over her chest as she answered. "How did you guess?" she mocked playfully. "I absolutely love watching haggling Khells! It's one of my favorite hobbies!" Removing a long, narrow slip of paper from her pocket, she placed it lightly on the stall counter without turning around. The shopkeep picked it up, looked at it, and disappeared into his various piles of scrap parts. "I come to the Market often enough. Too often, maybe, but it's just such a useful place! And on the occasion, I meet interesting people," she said with a smile and a wave of her hand, indicating Moren.
Moren laughed at Muerrin playfulness in her response. Moren then saw she pulled out what he guessed was a list and hand slip it to the vender. He guessed she had worked with him befor. She then made the comment of how useful of a place the market was, Moren noded, then smiled at her last comment. "Yes the market is a very neat place. You get a sensation here that you can find no where else on this plante. I do have to say the part that keeps drawing me back is the people, you never know who you will meet." He smiled at Muerrin, it had been a little while for Moren sense he had a conversation with an intelgent, good looking female, and he was enjoy evey second of it. "So, do you work with computer equipment or is more of a hobby for you?"
Muerrin smiled, glad to see that the arden felt the same way she did. At the moment he asked his question, however, the shopkeeper placed a strange object on the counter. The lukuo's answer was delayed by her inspection of the piece, which, when she picked it up and turned it over several times, could be clearly categorized as some special adaptor cable. One of its ends was a flat metal plate, from the top of which protruded several prongs, which would logically plug into the bottom of some matching contraption. The other end of the adaptor was a classic serial port which was compatible with most of today's government-class computers. "Neither," she finally answered with a smile, turning to give a nod of approval to the shopkeeper (who promptly disappeared again) and then going on. "I'm a medical researcher, so periodically I buy upgrades and adaptors for my laboratory computers and equipment. I don't really know how they work, though," she laughed at her own incompetence.
Moren watch as the shop keeper hand Muerrin what looked to be some sort of adapter that he had never seen befor. He knew the Serial port looking end, but not the other. Muerrin then smiled and Noded to the shop keepper, in which he then went off again. Muerrin then asnwered Moren's Question. "Ah, I see. The medical trade. I work in that trade, of sorts. I'm healer as my Primary trade. I use traditional means of plants and Fronima to do my job. Its a skill I learned from my mother." Moren had had mixed response from people in the medical trade to his job, but Muerrin seemed to be a open minded female. "I have always wanted to compare notes with some one in your trade so I could see a comparesion to how things are done the same and differently in our trades. I'm always looking to learn how do things better. But saddly, most I have talked to who are in the medical trade are a bit put off by my way doing things." Moren laughed, "I guess they don't see my use of Fronima to be correct, but it has always worked for me." Moren Shurged and smiled.
The shopkeeper brought around another piece of hardware, this time an odd bit of metal that looked like a little like a wire spring. The ends of it were slightly singed, as if by a disastrous malfunction in its past use. Muerrin picked it up and viewed it skeptically. "Don't you have one in better condition?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at the shopkeeper. "Sorry, that's the only one." She nodded. "I'm afraid I can't pay your asking price, then." He gawked in disbelief, but before he could protest, the Lukuo fished three large coins out of her pocket and placed them in the off-worlder's open palm. He looked down at the money, then back up at her. "Alright, fine. But only because you're a repeat customer," he surrendered. "Thanks!" she said cheerfully, a big smile growing across her sunny face. Turning back to Moren, she gave him the smile as well, then nodded in understanding response to his comments. She was very interested in the work of herbal healers, and had been long trying to incorporate plant properties into her research. "I'm a biologist, primarily, and when I went to Janardan I took a few classes on natural science and organic chemistry, so our methods can't be so different. I've always been interested in healing with natural remedies... maybe you can teach me something?" she suggested with a shrug and a little laugh, swinging her backpack over her shoulder and putting her new computer parts into it. "I don't have much experience in working with Fronima, though."
((OOC: O_o' I hope this isn't out of place, but I was wondering if this was still an open thread! I didn't see a 'P' or 'Private' notice, and these characters both seem very interesting. :3 Could I join in, or are you guys set on a plot? (Boot me in the head if I'm supposed to get ahold of you some other way--I'm still getting the hang of things around here!)))
ooc x It's alright. This might end up causing thread clutter, but we could try asking a moderator really politely to delete our OOC posts, so no worries. :3 I'd be alright with you joining our thread, but we are a little far progressed in terms of the plot, or in this case, discussion. It's ultimately up to Menya, though, since it's her thread. ^^
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Its alright with me, I'm sure we can fit you in some where. And sorry that it took so long to post. Been kind of busy.</td></tr></table> Moren watched the Second transactions with the shop keeper with a smile, and laughed to him self. His smile got even bigger when Muerrin said she was a biologist, his smile was beaming when she said she wanted to learn some of his trade. "It would be wonderful if I could teach you some of my trade." Moren said as she was putting her part in her bag, she then made her comment about Fronima. "That comes with time. I'm not sure if I can explane how that works, some of it is not all that clear to me. But I know it works." Moren said with a nod. As she finnished putting her bag back on Moren held his hand out to Muerrin, "So shall we talks some more over something to eat. All this hagling is making me a bit hungry."
Muerrin looked down at the arden's outheld hand, wondering momentarily what it was for. Tentatively, almost experimentally, she put her hand in his and gave it a light shake, grinning up at Moren. "Sure," she said with a smile, "let's go grab a bite. I could use a little something to eat, and a good conversation." She gave a short laugh, then turned away from the vender's booth with a wave to the scowling offlander. "So where to?" she asked, casting her golden eyes about the Market, spying for any more respectable restaurants.
Muerrin looked at Morens hand for a moment, then put her hand in his. She kind of shook it like it was shaking hands. Moren put is other hand on hers and smiled at her, and her answer. She waved good bye the steaming off-worlder and asked where to. Moren smiled, still having her hand is his he said, "follow me." with a grin. he then started leading her through the crowd, by the hand. As the moved along the streets and inbetween the people you could see and smell all there was about the market, but Moren knew what smell he was going for. "I hope you don't mind non-meat kind of menu, I don't do the meat thing." He asked her as they past thougha small street out into the largist square of the city in which smells of very kind of food, flower, and un-wanted things could be smelled. Moren stopped in square and pointed a small little place in one of the walls. Just a window and a few seats in side, mostly empty. "thats the place." he said with a smile on his face.
Muerrin giggled lightly as she was lead by the hand through the throng of people that swarmed around the Market streets. Moren seemed quite familiar with the area, so she trusted his judgement and followed behind curiously, ducking in between all varieties of Ramathians in a struggle to stay connected with the arden. After a brief period of navigating they emerged into a large plaza that was thick with the scent of many foods, exotic and domestic. She breathed happily, savoring the tantalizing perfumes. "Oh, I enjoy a vegetarian menu as much as the next pendragon," she said cheerfully, nodding her head so that her gold hoop-earrings clinked merrily against her curled ebony horns. She tugged on Moren's hand as she ducked into the tiny restaurant, peering around curiously.
Moren Smiled at Muerrin's comment. Muerrin was now the one to drag Moren, as she pulled him in to the little shop. There was no one in the little restaurant at the moment, just some very good smelling thing slowly cooking away on a grill behind the counter. Muerrin was curiously look at the menu with a smile on her face that seem to spread from horn to horn. No one had yet come out from the back, so Moren called to the back, "hello?? service please." No one came out still, so he tried a more formal way, "hally?? tajbeka glauta!" This brought a cook from the back, or this is what Moren guessed from the stains on his cloths. "Kuna E halg iyo?" He asked with a little bow. Moren looked at Muerrin, "So what are you thinking of?" Moren asked with a smile that was about as big as Muerrin's.
Ramathian? Uh oh... Muerrin thought to herself. It had been a long time since she took Ramathian classes at Janardan, and she hadn't been much good, even then. She wasn't quite sure if she could still speak the language, but she didn't want to embarass herself in front of her new friend, so she gave it her best shot. "Um... Nui iyo deba sy na... um... sha kojji yv Fusaj Kjatt?" she fumbled, looking back and forth from the menu to the cook to Moren. With a slight blush that turned her golden-furred cheeks a rosy brown, she looked at the arden apologetically. "Did I just order curry, or an elephant?" she laughed.
Moren saw the worried look on Muerrin face when she seem to realize that they where speaking Ramathian. She stamered though it, look rather uneasy with her self. She then asked Moren if she had oreder a curry, or an elephant. Moren let a brust laugher out. "Now now Muerrin, we don't want any Elephant curries here." Moren said with a playful grin. "Don't worry, you did order a curry. You must be a little out of pratice." Moren still had a wide grin on his face as he look over the menu. He has seen it many times befor and wanted somthing sweet today. "Nui E huba....Fhaus rjaup fesh.... tuoka yv Chiscanth vojes ump tyna maksuj kucat glauta." The cook smiled at the two of them, "Baji dyyp khyekat. E fell huba shyta vyj iyo em qots u nynams. Glaut vaal vjaa sy tes fhaja iyo leca. " Moren Smiled and look at Muerrin, "Any place you would like to sit, or shale I pick?"
Muerrin squinted at the cook, nervously curling one of her golden locks around her finger as she tried to decipher his speech. Finally a smile broke across her face as understanding dawned, and she giggled at her own incompetence. Turning back to Moren, she heard his question and then proceeded to consider an answer. There weren't many tables in the dim room, and the most appealing to her was the one by the window, basked in sunlight. "Is that one alright?" she said, indicating her choice with a sweeping gesture.
