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bravenewworld2014-01-22 09:16 pm
moonbay) wrote in bravenewworld2014-01-22 09:16 pm
1 || action ; voice
[action-- business district: salvage shop and (later) surrounding areas]
[The salvage shop is a frequent stop on Moonbay's travels, earning a visit from her roughly twice a week. Its owner has come to both fear, respect and tolerate her throughout the years, and one could say the feeling is mutual. Arguments over decent prices are often heard during those visits, and today is no exception.
Anyone around the shop, or even out on the street, can most likely hear some shouting, a few choice words more prominent than others.]
Twenty bucks for this piece?! C'mon, I could get more from the guy two streets over-- the one who eats Pokemon food, and he doesn't even know what it is!! Thirty or no deal.
[Similar talks continue for at least another half hour until Moonbay grabs her bag of remainders, pockets a wad of cash, and steps out the door to leave with a wave to the store owner.
Then she finds her rhyhorn missing. Again. With an exasperated sigh, she takes her warp band and begins to speak.]
[voice;]
If anyone's around the business district, specifically the salvage shop, I've got a little issue. My rhyhorn's wandered off [again] and I have no idea which way he went. So if you see a random one nosing through stuff or generally being weirdly social, gimme a call. Name's Moonbay. Damned thing.
I'll be looking myself, so... I guess watch out?
[The salvage shop is a frequent stop on Moonbay's travels, earning a visit from her roughly twice a week. Its owner has come to both fear, respect and tolerate her throughout the years, and one could say the feeling is mutual. Arguments over decent prices are often heard during those visits, and today is no exception.
Anyone around the shop, or even out on the street, can most likely hear some shouting, a few choice words more prominent than others.]
Twenty bucks for this piece?! C'mon, I could get more from the guy two streets over-- the one who eats Pokemon food, and he doesn't even know what it is!! Thirty or no deal.
[Similar talks continue for at least another half hour until Moonbay grabs her bag of remainders, pockets a wad of cash, and steps out the door to leave with a wave to the store owner.
Then she finds her rhyhorn missing. Again. With an exasperated sigh, she takes her warp band and begins to speak.]
[voice;]
If anyone's around the business district, specifically the salvage shop, I've got a little issue. My rhyhorn's wandered off [again] and I have no idea which way he went. So if you see a random one nosing through stuff or generally being weirdly social, gimme a call. Name's Moonbay. Damned thing.
I'll be looking myself, so... I guess watch out?
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[God dammit, Sora! Moonbay advances, but luckily for the kid, a crashing sound from a few streets over brings her to her senses and reminds her of what she's out here for. Scowl still on her face, she turns to the direction the noise came from.]
Ugh, come on.
no subject
[He gives a sigh of relief] O-Okay!
[Following along in that direction!]