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driftfleet2018-09-29 12:49 pm
abracafcku) wrote in driftfleet2018-09-29 12:49 pm
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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.
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[He picks out a light colored bell sleeved off-the-shoulder top and an open backed vest, looking then over before sliding them on. He tucks the shirt in and then adds some bangles to the wrist without his bracer on it. Then he gives her a thumbs up.]
That dress is a yes.
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[She gives a little 360 degree turn and poses with all the drama that she can muster, which is a lot, considering who she grew up with.]
Right? Like it was made for me.
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We could throw our voices, have them declare themselves gods and that their curse is upon all those who don't pay tribute to their earthly emmissaries, then I can Enlarge them, you burn them and voila!
[He tosses the end of the boa over his shoulder.]
We Blink in wearing these bitchin' new threads.
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[She's laughing and clapping, absolutely delighted. It's like a moment fresh out of their old life, making a bit scene at the old IPRE to catch the eyes of their classmates and annoy the hell out of the professors. Just... slightly more extreme and aggressive, in this case. Which is fine by her.
She reaches into the pile to fetch the oversized hat she'd found, relocating her flower to rest at the center before putting it on and tipping the brim in his direction.]
We'd better plan for a quick getaway after the fact, or we'll definitely get arrested. Not that we couldn't easily escape from space jail, too...
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[She's going to love Garyl. Everyone loves Garyl. And Garyl will...well, he'll be chill because he's always chill. He'll just promise him spectral oats and then...never deliver. He's a spectral steed, he doesn't actually eat.
He does a neat golf clap to approve of her outfit and picks out a pair of oversized sunglasses.]
Although, it might be more fun to get arrested and then vanish from the cells though. Watch their heads just [He imitates an explosion with both hands.] boom.
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[She has her suspicions, based on the past year of watching him (and quite literally having the spells channeled through her, which was kind of wild) but she'd rather let him surprise her. From what she's already witnessed, he'd find it especially disconcerting that she knows, like, all of his spells.
She does have a particular bias for what he casts, though. Just one.
Anyway, one outfit down- she removes the hat and sets it aside for herself, bending down to fish through their selection for more. Too gaudy, too small, too boring- ooh, love that jacket, though.]
I think we should nix on the getting-caught idea. It could be fun, but it's also a huge pain to get arrested- they take all your shit, they drone at you for six hours, there's interrogations... who knows what kind of messy justice system they've got in this literal garbage planet. The novelty will wear off and then we'll just get bored.
[She speaks with the absolute certainty of someone who has been arrested multiple times before. Which she has. Thanks, 100-year journey! Full of life experiences.]
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[He starts rummaging too. He can't let her take all the good stuff, after all. Vests, some high waisted pants, a few good blouses and crop tops, and what?
Taako pulls out a neon pink tank top with a sheer black overlay. He isn't sure if he hates it for its lack of style or in love with it for that exact reason.]
Dibs.
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[And before she became a lich who could just float out of any trouble that became too much to handle. Buuuut she's going to keep that one close to her chest for a while yet.]
It's all yours, I'm not feeling the pink today. I'm mostly surprised you want it. Trying the old country rock look now?
[she can't not razz him, it's been too long.]
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[Taako certainly did. He made sure to be the most annoying little shit that it wasn't worth the headache to hold him in a jail cell.
He holds the top up with a pair of glam rock pants and shrugs.]
Why not? Maybe it'll help me blend in with the locals. Plus, I bet I can make even this look good.
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[Sometimes it took a while. A dish best served, right? Though in the case of the judges and that whole mess, their regret came in the form of the Hunger devouring their entire plane of existence. Hopefully they regretted something during that process.
Every other time mostly just involved explosions.]
I think you might wanna acknowledge your own limitations, babe.
[Some things just cannot be made to look good. Like those ugly-ass costumes. And in all fairness, Taako's probably right about the current outfit, but she likes to challenge him anyway. If everyone always gave him the praise he wanted, he'd be insufferable.]
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[And since she's challenged him, he starts pulling out things he thinks will work with this abomination of a top. A shimmery see-through sleeveless cardigan? Sure. A belt with holographic flames? Why not. A spiked collar? .... Maybe later. He finds all the pieces he wants and tosses them over to the pilot's seat to claim them. ]
You could do with a more adventurous outfit too, doncha think?
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After a moment of poking she draws something out and shows it to him, one eyebrow cocked.]
This one's pretty adventurous, I'd say.
[It's... definitely interesting! Kinda 80's style, broad at the top and tight at the waist and thighs before spreading out in a wide, flowing skirt. The colours are checkered yellow, black, and red, in shades that... mostly match? It's a challenge to one's bravery, certainly.]
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That.
[He takes a breath.]
Do it. High neck black top, and hike the skirt on one side to get a cascade. I bet you can do it.
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[She makes a mental note of his suggestion - because she prides herself in knowing how to handle her own shit but he's always been far more fashion-minded than she - and sets the dress in her pile. A bit more digging in the accessories pile nets her a couple of wide bracelets, necklaces, and a set of earrings that would go well with a few of the sets.]
You want a hand with that one? Looks tricky.
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He holds it up so Lup can see.]
I feel like I should have a tattoo on my back if I wear this that reads "Hot Mess."
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[She reaches out to help untangle a series of the strings while he has it upright, deftly setting them loose. It takes some effort but before too long they come loose.]
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[With the strings sorted he sets it carefully aside and then tosses some accessories that way.
He removed the boa and sets that aside too, going back to his treasure dive.]
How deep is this thing? I'm honestly surprised you could fit it all in here.
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[It's a pretty sizable chest, but they've gotten pretty far in by now, especially with some of the bigger bits already removed- like those ugly costumes. There's some dregs left, but they've probably gotten most of the interesting stuff out.
Ah- except-]
Oh shit, I forgot about this one.
[She draws from the chest a long, elegant gown, delicately beaded, two-layered, with a watercolour floral pattern. It's sleeveless but for a single ruffled flower on the shoulder, and the upper portion is a slimming corset design. It looks used, for sure (this is still a garbage planet) but a bit of magic can easily fix that.
She holds it up to him for all of three seconds before clutching it close to her body, eyes dancing.]
I'm gonna call this my finder's fee, and there's not a damn thing you can say to convince me otherwise.
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Also what.
WHAT.
Taako looks offended as Lup draws that elegant dress out, clutching it to herself.]
Hold up, dawg - at least let me borrow it sometime! That's got to be the best thing in here!
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She eyes him up and down, internally debating.]
This is special occasion shit, this isn't going in the dailies pile. I'll think about letting you borrow it... after I get to wear it somewhere fancy, first. Maybe.
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Fine, finder's fee and all, but I will be bugging you after you wear it.
[He rifles through the last of the loot and takes a vest and a pair of earrings.]
Looks like I've got what I need.
[Now he just has to start the marathon trip to his room and figure out where he's going to stuff it all.]
Thanks for this. I...[Hrm. No, no feelings mixed into this. It'll just make it weird.]
Call you when it's time to blow up the costumes on the planet?
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She gathers up the remaining clothes alongside her choices (as well as the ugly monsters) and throws them back in the chest, dismissing it and tucking the replica into her pocket. The only one left out is the sash, still worn loud and proud over her shoulder.]
Hell yeah, and you better not forget. I'll be waiting!
[She waves over her shoulder at him and heads out of the shuttle with a bit of a skip in her step, vanishing into the port and towards her own ship. Today was a really good day, turns out.]
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[I mean, he could, but it's highly unlikely considering the state of this ship. There's sequins and shag fluff and feathers in every corner. He'll have to get a robot or something to clean this, or else Loki will probably murder him.
Unless he can blame it on Tyrion.
As Taako watches Lup leave, he feels...strange. He only just met her this week and yet here they are pulling a job together and getting along like they were always meant to be. He felt calm and whole in a way he hadn't in a long, long time - in a way he hadn't felt until he met up with Magnus and Merle again. Despite how frustrating they were, he trusted them, which was hard for Taako to do.
And yet, this stranger with his face? He just fell into walking in-step with her without a thought. Taako checked himself, making sure he wasn't under some sort of Charm or Glamour, then sat down in the co-pilot's seat, looking at the clothes he'd just been given.]
...Well this is weird for sure.
[But beneficial. Once he was certain Lup had gone, he set about the task of taking his side of their ill-gotten gains to his room to rest.]