<span style='font-family:Times'> Mid Nehlt-Sena 23 Tessera, 81380 Ygeusa scurried around the stone paved roads, alleyway to alleyway. Small creatures seemed to follow him. 6 to 10 of them, One was not sure. He stood and walked to the middle of the road, stretching a bit, <span style='color:seagreen'> "I'm not too sure why I even came here. There's nothing worth much value, even the in trash...."</span> The Mech Squirrels that had been following him, all stood around him and looked up as he talked. Losing interest quickly they all began looking in other directions either like a camera system designed to watch for danger or like a group of bored squirrels.... either way the sight of 'Geussy' wasn't one seen often. Suddenly, He looked up. Zooming in with his eye, like a scope. He may have found somthing worth of use, attached to a building... He began to contemplate how to take it without notice.</span>
Ooc: <span style='color:blue'>Baalberith, black padded suit and his rifle</span> Beal had been paid to stand guard over a large arms deal, between two terrorist groups. He was also being paid by the authorities to record the members their names and of-course what they were dealing. Watching the darkness was getting boring and the rifle was getting heavy. Thought Beal as he placed it on the wall the night scope was still on and everything was green. The faint sound of scratching little paws could be heard over the low hum of the vast machina devices kept the island aloft. "Hmm whats that then" he mumbled, trying to discern what the sound was. But as his brain kicked in gear the image of a robotic scanning thing srang to mind. Great party crashers Propping the rifle on its prongs and getting into his silent mode
<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:11pt;line-height:100%'>Geussy crouched down, prone. His squirrely mechs not paying attention to much of anything. Not one for much stealth he suddenly dived and clung to the side of an odd looking sign attached to a fancy resturant. Fiddling with bolts and screws, pushing and pulling violently, the sign didn't move. In an instant he was gone again and on top of the roof. Oddly enough, most of the quite empty street hadn't even noticed him. He let a slight whistle and his mechs were at his feet without a second thought. Handing them all little nail clippers, he seemed to be explaining the weak points of the sign. He watched and snickered a bit as they did their work assigned. Other than that they weren't too intelligent, and mostly just took sugary goods from others to fuel their parts. Just then the sign fell, a couple of people looked but payed no real attention. The only person that seemed to actually mind was the store manager who walked outside immediatly only to be addressed by the group, which didn't talk so it was really just an awkward stare. Ygeusa was right on top of the sign studying it still, as if the manager didn't exist. The paints on this sign were of fine metals. Tiny inscriptions that had deeper meanings, were all over this sign. Though they happened to be the kind of inscriptions that should never be on a sign for just a restaurant he payed no mind, For he had hit the 'jackpot' in a sense. This sign could be disenchanted piece by piece and he could make more than just a simple band of squirrels, He could've forged fire into the finest sword with this, but nonetheless this was not his intention. He began to pick the sign up and walk away, the manager grabbed his shoulder, but with a push, a shove, and a jump he was roughly two buildings away, atop a roof again just waving.</span></span>
Beal had been watching the entire comical show finding it completely hilarious he didnt bother shooting the strange silver-looking things. Well that cheered up this boring evening he agreed with himself giving a quick wink at the distant figure walk off with a sign. Odd for him to take the sign he's either a desperate tramp or just weird but afterall he was not a cop just a highly paid sneak taking advantage of the situation he took a quick picture of this "tramp" with his scope. Ooc:sorry if its a tad short, new here and still not used to long posts
<span style='font-family:Times'><span style='font-size:11pt;line-height:100%'> He turned and hopped down from the building his rodent companions following in his wake. He seemed to be stretching slightly with his mech arm bent back in a position suggesting such. His walk wasn't a normal one either. When he did walk on two legs he walked in a perfectly straight line. One foot in front of the other. He got tired of this and tied the sign to his back and began to walk how he usually did, awkwardly on all fours. But it worked for him so he made his way down the street. He was looking for the first port out of here that he could find. <span style='color:seagreen'>"Yea, when I need one they're not around.... Maybe there's a fancy magician around...."</span> He didn't seem to notice that the manager was running after him. A tackle and a roll they were off down the hill a ways off down the road. The road now in the way of Beal's scope due to the incline of the hill, Geussy and the manager bounced high, snatching the sign and kicking off the manager he was over a building to the left and in an alleyway... The squirrels just seemed to be lost now.</span></span>
After a few hours the business deal came through rushed due to the news that the disturbance a few blocks away was due to be investigated. This ment that Beal got paid early. He then went on a search for this strange tramp. It was easy to follow the tracks his quarry had made untill he reached a hill. Too much scatter far too hard to make out where he went. He sighed a little as he looked at the night star lit sky after a few minutes of contemplation he turned towards a building to the left. Beal slowly walked to it while looking every now and again at the photo. Its odd for the cam to be fooled into leaving a green speck. This was the reason why he decided to follow him. Due to his not looking where he was going he walked straight into the crazed manager, who was sprawled on the grassy bank.
<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:11pt;line-height:100%'>Geussy stood atop the roof and laughed as the dragons stumbled over one another. He sniffed his new found treasure, and noticed as his squirrly minions scurried past the two. He turned to walk away, kicking a couple pebbles on the roof. He crouched, prone to jump.. then he noticed a special enscription on the metal. He waited a couple seconds still prone to jump and studied this carving. </span></span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> Meh, sry for teh short. Not too much inspiration on a roof. :) </td></tr></table>
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Ooc: tell me about it same prob at the beginning</span> After a few seconds of rolling about he had managed to give this surprise opponant a good hit to the head, and thus began extracting himself from the iron-like grip of the manager who obviously thought it was him who nicked his sign. Once free from his clutches Beal just about noticed a figure flit from one roof to another, thanking his luck that it was low enough he jumped right behind the strange person bending the barrel of his rifle in the process. "Um hi, I doubt you remember me but I certainly remember you just what are you doing" Beal said sighing in dismay at his newly upgraded rifle. Typical every-time I upgrade it I somehow damage it.
<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:11pt;line-height:100%'> <span style='color:seagreen'> " 's there to remember? You pointed a gun at me, that's about it...." </span> He said with a twitch as he turned to the 'dragon that had hopped up behind him. <span style='color:seagreen'> "What I'm doin' shouldn't cocern you, But if you must know. I'm simply.. Collecting." </span> With a grin, he looked at the weapon that the Beal now held in his hands. Without manners or politeness he snatched the 'rifle' from Beal. He looked at it closer now, and just handed it to his squirrly friends, who were again at his side. All 10 of them held it up, they seemed to be measuring something... They all reared back, and threw the rifle off the roof. 'Geussy looked back up at Beal with another big smile on his face. He took a step back ready to be hit in the face, but he nodded for Beal to look over the side of the roof. The rifle had landed just right to where it bent back to how it was supposed to be. <span style='color:seagreen'> "It should be off about 3 inches to the left for each foot. The squirrels... they need some adjusting when we get back.." </span> He leaned down, patted one of 'em on the head, and stood back to adress Beal again. <span style='color:seagreen'> "Oh right, Introductions.. Hello. My name is Ygeussa, but you can call me 'Geussy if you'd like." </span> </span></span>
"Cheers, every time I have it upgraded something happens to it. Im Baalberith by the way." As he looked down noticing the strange metalic squirrels. Cute and useful and could hide instantly. "Nice little critters you have therethey can repair anything?" After losing interest in his pets Beal looked at Geussy, taking in the entire visage and overall feelings from the outfit and his face, as well as the helmet. Finally diciding in something he took another look at Geussy, he said in a slightly faster than normal. "You need some new cloths mate, and I will pay if I have to. So I'll repay you there."
<span style='font-family:Times'><span style='font-size:11pt;line-height:100%'> <span style='color:seagreen'> "They can help fix anything for the most part." </span> He said with a smile. Yet as Baal spoke. He looked at himself. Looked around, and looked back up at him. <span style='color:seagreen'> "Why is e'ery one I meet int'rested in the way I look? I could just go around naked like some of you all." </span> He said with another smile. He now walked on all fours to the ledge of the roof, and leaned off enough to look about. The squirrels made a sort of ladder next to him, One atop of another, to get a better view... obviously. <span style='color:seagreen'> "But if you're intent on it, I s'pose I can't say no to charity..." </span></span></span>
Beal was always in a charitable mood plus he knew that there was a nice store nearby. on their way there Beal talked about how boring guard duty is and vowed never to do it again. The shop itself was called "Any colour of the rainbow" Beal was a frequent customer. Once there he started to drift toward the robes and jackets section. Such a large selection, any colour of the rainbow indeed, he had forgotten just how much there was. Baalberith decided the a few deep emerald robes and leather jacket of the same colour would be perfect along with a black bowler hat to draw the eyes away from his eye (and camoflage it in a way). After selecting the correct sizes Beal talked to the shop keeper about the favour they owed him and so the clothes were his now. "Here, enjoy they owed me a fav anyway" He had stopped a rat problem for them, other than clearing the rats out he was able to some extra target practice. "They should look great on you. Again enjoy" Beal left 'Geussy on the street corner hmming softly into the darkness
<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:11pt;line-height:100%'>Geussy stood there, clothes in hand, and just kind of stared at them. He felt the materials, and tugged on the threads until they were slightly coming apart. He dropped the hat on the ground and let the squirrels play tug-o-war with it. <span style='color:seagreen'> "Thanks again." </span> He yelled around the corner. He walked inside, with the clothes. And politely sat them on the counter, asking for no money to be returned he walked back outside, picked up his piece of metal and walked the other way as not to be rude. He didn't feel much like telling the nice 'dragon that he didn't much like the clothes picked out, and he wasn't one to waste any more time on looks. Happily strolling out of town he noticed another glimmer in a trash can roughly a block away.... </span></span>
