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Who: Taako
Broadcast: None
Action: First Breath, Planetside
When: 9/28
First Breath
Planetside
Broadcast: None
Action: First Breath, Planetside
When: 9/28
First Breath
1. Kitchen
[The Marsiva had become boring after the first day of having absolutely nothing to do. He'd spent the time trying to understand what was going on, and then decided napping was probably the best thing since he was stuck anyway. Which is why he was in the middle of a trance-like nap when the Atroma jingle went off and he exploded onto the First Breath's kitchen with confetti and questionable looking chocolate pudding cups.
Taako blinked, then dusted the confetti off his clothes and wizard's hat. The first thing he saw was the sad state of this kitchen, and Taako put his hands on his hips with a sigh.]
Is this seriously what they want me to work with?
2. Cargo: Salvage
[After settling into the crew, Taako immediately went out salvaging. Something about that seemed to be the right thing to do, so he is dragging bits of metal sheeting, wires, robot parts, and sacks full of gears and pieces into the cargo hold. The planet is basically made for looting, so he's doing his level best to loot the shit out of it. He also has a Mage Hand - an invisible force - carrying several lush looking throw pillows trimmed in various colored fringe and blankets.
When he comes onto the ship, when he sees someone in here, he immediately motions to them.]
You, person whose name I totally remember, go grab the rest of this, hm? I'm not exactly the brawn type.
[The Marsiva had become boring after the first day of having absolutely nothing to do. He'd spent the time trying to understand what was going on, and then decided napping was probably the best thing since he was stuck anyway. Which is why he was in the middle of a trance-like nap when the Atroma jingle went off and he exploded onto the First Breath's kitchen with confetti and questionable looking chocolate pudding cups.
Taako blinked, then dusted the confetti off his clothes and wizard's hat. The first thing he saw was the sad state of this kitchen, and Taako put his hands on his hips with a sigh.]
Is this seriously what they want me to work with?
2. Cargo: Salvage
[After settling into the crew, Taako immediately went out salvaging. Something about that seemed to be the right thing to do, so he is dragging bits of metal sheeting, wires, robot parts, and sacks full of gears and pieces into the cargo hold. The planet is basically made for looting, so he's doing his level best to loot the shit out of it. He also has a Mage Hand - an invisible force - carrying several lush looking throw pillows trimmed in various colored fringe and blankets.
When he comes onto the ship, when he sees someone in here, he immediately motions to them.]
You, person whose name I totally remember, go grab the rest of this, hm? I'm not exactly the brawn type.
Planetside
1. Shopping
[You cannot expect Taako to go to a world of literal shopping and not come back with all the craziest shit. But sadly, he does not have a lot of money since he is recently arrived and was not part of this cargo haul that apparently got some people money and others not so much. Which means Taako has to do what Taako does best and improvise.
And he's doing a goddamn God Tier job at it. He's getting new outfits pieced together from clothing crates lost to the dumps, he's getting new throw pillows, blankets, random knick-knacks, and he's trying to find some goddamn weapons just because how bitchin' would it be to roll around the galaxy with a pair of machine guns strapped to his back? Totally, that's how much.
But he still has no money, so he'll slide over to the closest person in the same store as him and smile.]
Hey there, thug, you wanna help me with something?
2. Arena - Locked to Lup
[He could fight here, but why go through the effort? It's so much easier to wait until he sees a good bet and then toss as much of the Charmed credit he's earned so far straight into it. If he loses? Oh well. If he wins? Hell yeah.
So the second he sees Lup enter the arena, he knows exactly what to do. He bets every single credit he's earned so far on her winning. He highly doubts anyone here could conquer her level of spellcasting and the utter destruction he has a feeling she's capable of doing. Most people here relied on melee combat and, well, wizards are made for smashing from afar. This is also a good way to check what she's capable of and she did not disappoint.
Once the battle is over, he waits down by the fighters' exit, leaning up against the wall with a pocket full of credits.]
Nice job, Destructo.
[You cannot expect Taako to go to a world of literal shopping and not come back with all the craziest shit. But sadly, he does not have a lot of money since he is recently arrived and was not part of this cargo haul that apparently got some people money and others not so much. Which means Taako has to do what Taako does best and improvise.
And he's doing a goddamn God Tier job at it. He's getting new outfits pieced together from clothing crates lost to the dumps, he's getting new throw pillows, blankets, random knick-knacks, and he's trying to find some goddamn weapons just because how bitchin' would it be to roll around the galaxy with a pair of machine guns strapped to his back? Totally, that's how much.
But he still has no money, so he'll slide over to the closest person in the same store as him and smile.]
Hey there, thug, you wanna help me with something?
2. Arena - Locked to Lup
[He could fight here, but why go through the effort? It's so much easier to wait until he sees a good bet and then toss as much of the Charmed credit he's earned so far straight into it. If he loses? Oh well. If he wins? Hell yeah.
So the second he sees Lup enter the arena, he knows exactly what to do. He bets every single credit he's earned so far on her winning. He highly doubts anyone here could conquer her level of spellcasting and the utter destruction he has a feeling she's capable of doing. Most people here relied on melee combat and, well, wizards are made for smashing from afar. This is also a good way to check what she's capable of and she did not disappoint.
Once the battle is over, he waits down by the fighters' exit, leaning up against the wall with a pocket full of credits.]
Nice job, Destructo.
Shopping!
Yeah? Depends.
[The greeting gets a hint of a grin - points for directness, if nothing else - and it says something for the whole cute bohemian witchy-chic thing that he notices the ears as an afterthought.]
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[He gives the stranger a wink and then jerks his thumb over his shoulder.]
You mind keeping a look out while I cast a spell real quick?
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On the other hand, holy shit, he has been in the fleet for literal years all together and he still cannot get over the concept of magic. It is a real problem, but apparently there are some elements of High Fantasy Nerd Childhood that you just cannot shake.]
Is this the kind of thing that ends in running? [He replies sotto voce, though he does lazily turn his gaze in the direction he's been pointed in and then up. Definitely at the wall display of ornate decanters. That's all the man with the crutch and the fashionable elf are talking about, yep.] Cause uh. I do need some warning for those.
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[He notes the leg and the things this guy has been looking at and smiles.]
In fact, I could swing it that you get exactly what you want without a single sweat broken. You just have to keep run interference in case anyone else comes in and keep him from noticing that I'm slinging magic over here.
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arena;
Well, he's plenty capable of taking care of himself, so it's probably fine. A cursory glance at the crowd circling the arena tells her that there's no way she'll find him in that mess without casting a spell, and she's not wasting her slots before the fight. Knowing he's there - or knowing he isn't - will only distract her, anyway.
Evidently they encourage melee here, and she's fine with that, ignoring the looks of confusion or disdain as she enters the field unarmed. But when the fighting starts she's quick to charge in, wasting no time; with a gesture and a flash of fire between her fingers she summons Flame Blade, dancing expertly around her opponents with practiced ease. Fire chars the dirt where she walks, bursts out around her as she dashes by to strike. The first round is over in a matter of seconds; the man who'd faced her goes down shrieking and patting at his clothes to bat the fire out, and he's dragged off by two companions who shoot her a look that could kill. She just smiles.
Flame Blade lasts ten minutes, so the next couple of rounds go much the same way. In the middle of the third it winks out between her fingers, and her opponent has just long enough to laugh, charge in, and get a good hit on her before her hands catch fire instead, and she's grinning like a fool as she summarily stomps him into the dirt.
Round four lasts six seconds, because she casts Evard's Black Tentacles that fill literally the entire arena - just for kicks, just in case Taako is here, because he likes that one - and her challenger passes out in the middle of it. Unconscious or maybe just someone with a tentacle phobia, she can't tell. It was hilarious, though.
Round five is tricky. The alien she's fighting is huge, with too many arms, and it's faster than she is, so she spends a lot of time bouncing around - mostly dodging attacks, but at least twice because she's picked up off her feet and thrown across the field. This was her favourite fight, though, and every time she gets knocked down she rises up again with a huge grin on her face. This is exactly what she needed. She trades blows with it for what feels like ages, loving every minute of it, feeling so fucking alive for the first time in ten years, until at last she reaches her limit. If it came down to hand-to-hand, this alien would beat her, but she's not here to lose. With a word and a gesture she makes a slashing motion, her spellcasting giving the creature a chance to get one final hit in- but the gesture also summons an enormous blade of force that cleaves it right through. It staggers, snarls, and falls, unconscious, bloody, and bruised. She rolls her tongue around in her mouth to check - sweet, she hadn't lost any teeth yet - and marches to the sidelines with her hands in the air.
Round six - the final fight - is pure showmanship; she's starting to get bored of hand-to-hand, so at the start of the fight she casts Mislead and steps off to the side, allowing her new double to take over. She uses it to duck, dodge, and run circles around the brute, and since illusions don't get tired he very quickly runs low on steam. Built for power and not endurance, that one. While he's huffing, puffing, and trying to regain some energy for a new onslaught of attack, she points a finger towards him and a blast of freezing ice swirls around him from behind. He doesn't even have a chance to see her reappear at the side, and as he goes down she steps over to stand beside her illusion. The two take a bow at the same time, until she dismisses the illusion and leaves to claim her prize.
Her pockets are just as heavy as she heads out, and she's idly wrapping a bandage around her wrist and hand when his voice catches her attention. Wow, he actually did come after all.
She grins, wiping a bit of blood off her cheek.]
You like that? I was thinking I might have another go later.
[Maybe when she's had a chance to nap and regain a few slots.]
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[And frankly, terrifying, but mostly awesome. The fights had been heavily leaning in her favor for most of it, but people always underestimated her. Who would think a tiny elven lady was going to slash some gigantic brute to the ground? Or cast his personal favorite, Evard's Black Tentacles? He notes her wrist and hand and feels his ears twitch faintly in concern, but he swipes it away and gives her a thumbs up. The Mislead and ice was pretty sweet too.
Mostly, he got to see a lot of her arsenal and realize just how outnumbered he'd be if they ever went toe to toe. For now, it was smarter to train up and start raising his own levels on the sly.]
Thanks for the credit boost, too. Nice job on that Evard's.
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You bet on me without even knowing what I could do? I mean, you're not wrong, I am amazing, but. Bold move.
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[He pushes off from the wall and his bag bounces against his hip.]
I know you felt my Arcane Check when we met earlier. I could tell you were going to kick ass - seemed like a safe bet.
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[ first breath; kitchen ]
What's wrong with it?
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That oven? Is ancient. The spices? Inadequate. There should be at least a three burner stove available and where are the vegetables? The actual meat?
[He makes a face of disgust at the dispensers.]
That thing cannot be called food.
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I store what I can when we arrive on a planet, but there's little to be done about the state of technology. I have requested the necessary upgrades, of course but we live to the whims of our . . . overlords.
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Well, not anymore. If I'm going to be living here, you're going to be eating with Taako and that means eating actual food.
[Speaking of which.]
Where is this anyway? I just got teleported here.
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shopping
At the least he certainly doesn't dress like a thug. Not since he let Biffy at his closet, which he is equal parts happy with and still getting comfortable with. Work in progress. He turns his head when Taako addresses him, looking somewhere between surprised and 'are you fucking serious?'. ]
Should you really be asking thugs for help? We're notoriously untrustworthy, you know.
[ Sarcasm of the highest order. ]
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Taako's smile widens into something that shouldn't be as charming, but it is. Then he gestures with a finger for the handsome stranger to come closer and whispers.]
That's what makes asking you so exciting. I just need a little cover while I do something. Mind helping me out?
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[ Charm meets charm. He likes them charming. It's like crossing swords, in a way. He briefly debated not coming closer but figured, hey, why not? His day wasn't exactly tipping the excitement scales at the moment. He cocked his head at the request. ]
What kind of cover are we talking about?
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[The low maintenance kind unless something goes ass backwards and Taako has to make a run for it.]
I can even get you something if you're so inclined.
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That moment when your character flirts better than you do /flails/
kaj;dfj it's okay, I get secondhand embarrassment whenever Taako flirts too orz
Re: kaj;dfj it's okay, I get secondhand embarrassment whenever Taako flirts too orz
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[ first breath; kitchen ]
Surely his owner was only just running a little late, wherever she was.]
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If you try to bite me, I'll fireball your ass, furball.
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If it helps any, he is sitting parked by his dish. His empty dish. There is perhaps
purrhapsa reason for his agitation.](no subject)
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[Shopping]
...what did you just call me?
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[Taako ticks off the alternatives on his fingers. It's not his place to decide a person's preferred nickname/pronouns.]
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From a stranger, "dude" would've been an improvement. But just "Shiro" works. [He takes a better look at the guy. An elf, maybe? You can never tell after meeting the Alteans. But judging by the clothes and appearance that doesn't fit with the rest of the planet, one guess he can make--] Are you new to the fleet?
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Shopping
So he glances over at the voice speaking to him, looking down at the other. He does raise an eyebrow. "Thug?"]
Is that a common greeting where you are from? Calling someone that?
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[Purple people weren't all that weird to Taako. He had an on-again-off-again relationship(?)/acquaintance with a bugbear after all. There are weirder things in this world that a tall af purple dude.]
But would you rather "Hail and well met, my dude"? Because I do that one, too.
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[Him, he really didn't care. He'd been called worse]
What did you need help with?
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