03 // Audio;

[justamobster]

Who: Ladon Ceto and yooooou~
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Waystation, near a non-fleet ship.
When: Prior to leaving the waystation/VRD area (obviously)

[ There's a sniff when the feed kicks on, like someone with allergies or a slightly runny nose. When Ladon finally speaks, he sounds a bit out of breath. ]

Anyone wanna make some quick dough? Need some help loadin' a shuttle. By the red and black ship, one that ain't ours. Might pay extra if you don't go askin' too many questions.

[ Action; ]

[ Ladon can be found loitering around a non-fleet ship with an open cargo bay and one of the Tourist's shuttles. The ship appears to be outfitted to carry cargo, a good seven large crates of which have been brought down to the end of the loading ramp.

Ladon himself looks a little worse for wear. The sniffing appears to be the result of a bloody nose, which he keeps mopping with a handkerchief. His one eye is starting to turn black and blue, and there are a few spatters of blood that have likely ruined his new white t-shirt, along with a tear at the shoulder.

More observant parties might notice the taste of electricity in the air and the subtle smell of some sort of gasoline/lighter fluid-like chemical. Whoever the crew are for this ship, none of them are around. There are a few smears of blood on the loading ramp, but nothing large enough to indicate anything too nefarious.

Something's fishy, but that's why he's offering extra money for no questions asked, after all. ]

Comments

[innercactus]

[ Asteffiel has to squint at him for a moment. Yes, Landing's face is swelling, is that what "that'd be swell" means?

... But there was yeahs in there, that means yes. So Asteffiel perks up again. ]

Okay! [ He sort of sweeps a hand, there's inky black and green light about it, and then there's a circle of the same colors on the ground. Landing should feel a better in small bursts, and then the circle fades. ]

[justamobster]

[ It's different, feeling someone else's healing magic. He's so used to Aza's warm, sunshine-like magic that imparts a shimmering glow to his wounds and a sense of well-being in its wake. He's a little disappointed in that he doesn't feel the same sense of comfort, but that's not Asteffiel's fault. He simply misses his cousin, even with all his nagging and incessant mothering.

After the magic fades, he reaches up and gives the bridge of his nose a tug from side to side. He doesn't jump out of his scales, so it's likely no longer broken. ]

Thanks, pal. Didn't know you could go healin' folks.

[innercactus]

A little! I have another one that can heal more people but it doesn't like working on.. this. [ He hops in place, and his point is the metal-hit-wood sound. ]

... Probably because it is a little plant.

[justamobster]

Ah, yeah, I getcha. Prob'ly ain't easy, growin' things in space. [ No doubt his plant magic is the only reason the plants on their ship survive at all. Senecia's plants somehow grow without direct sunlight in the Golden Apple. He's not sure how close Asteffiel is to a dryad, but he wagers that he and 'Necia have a considerable amount in common. And that puts Ladon somewhat at ease. ]

Guess we don't stick 'round any planets long 'nough to work with better ground or anythin', yeah?

[innercactus]

[ It also helps that he has lamps that act like sunlight. ]

Only one so far. It is where most of my plants came from. But I didn't get a big box of dirt or anything, so... [ Instead, he's got lots of compost to make. ]

... and I don't know if the dirt in one place would be okay for plants from another. What if there are little root bugs that are new in the new dirt's place?

[justamobster]

[ He shrugs at that. ] Guess that's somethin' to consider. Dunno much 'bout plants, prob'ly couldn't keep a cactus alive if I tried. Got a friend back home who's real good with 'em, though.

So you grow 'em just for healin'? Or they got other uses?

[innercactus]

... but cacti like deserts... [ ... not that Asteffiel has ever seen one in person.

.. well, drowning them might do it- ]

Healing seeds just heal. I can also grow seed turrets! Which shoot big spikey seeds, but they don't last very long. Or I can grow thick vines around someone's legs! ... If I'm on soil. ... or there's soil near by... or the thing I want to tangle is on soil.

And I can make things like tomato plants grow faster! But the tomatoes won't taste good if I speed them along after they flower, so I stop there.

[justamobster]

[ The rest of what Asteffiel says is probably very insightful about plant magic, but being both a weapons smuggler and a mobster, Ladon zeroes in on one thing. ]

Wait, you can grow plant guns?

[innercactus]

More like... Plant cannons? Only I can't move them once I grow them. But since they don't last that long, that's okay. I think.

There are plant pistols and rifles but I don't know how to make them.

[justamobster]

[ He rubs at his chin, thinking. ] Pistols and rifles, huh. Could be real useful, seein' as folks get their weapons taken away when they show up. [ He's still sore about his gun. He only had the one on him, and he'd gotten pretty attached. ]

Got any way of learnin', or would you haveta go back home for all that?

[innercactus]

[ He has to think very hard on this. ]

I could probably grow something in the right shape... But I learned to make clothes, and staffs, instead. Ah, cloth-clothes. [ Sorry, Asteffiel didn't take huntsman. ]