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Post by Loner。 on Mar 26, 2017 19:52:32 GMT
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The pregnant skies had hinted at rain all day. Not a drop had fallen yet but they grew dark, so dark that Malik kept looking up in dread, reminded of the demonic attack which had happened not long ago. It was still rather fresh in his memory thanks to the occasional nightmare. But fear never was a legitimate reason to stop when there were things to do.
It was about 6pm when the heavy clouds finally unleashed their burden. Still ominous weather turned to a deluge in moments leaving anyone outside soaked to the bone before there was a chance to take out umbrellas or find shelter. It was tempting to go home, but Malik still had a few stops to make and those destinations were actually closer than his small apartment on the outskirts of a neighborhood in need of much repair. Because it was off the beaten trail demonic damage wasn't the problem, but there were many other issues in that place.
Malik pulled his clothes around him, and kept his head low. Even though few would look at anything other than the way ahead in this weather, Malik didn't want to be noticed. He could not always be sure that his skin wasn't giving off some inhuman glow which might be emphasized by the unpleasant weather.
Malik entered a small shop. "Oi, you got a towel or something?" He called out to any employees that might be around. He didn't expect this place to actually sell towels, but the male hoped to not track water further than the entryway. The place was a hybrid music and antiques shop. Wherever shelves were not stacked with sorted CDs and records, wares of intricate wood, stone and weird odds and ends filled any extra space. They were organized seemingly at random. There were plenty of things that shouldn't get wet.
The pale man who came from the back was no older than 30. He was skinny with a hawk like nose and a multitude of tattoos and piercings. To the more conservative Malik, the appearance was a bit off putting. He handed Malik a small towel.
"Man, What company's been pumping soot in the air this time." The employee noted grimly as Malik mopped up water from his skin and clothes. White clothing had been dyed grey in various degrees depending on how wet it had gotten, while with Malik's colored clothing, the dark water lent everything to become more subdued and grimy looking. The towel itself came away with a hue close to black. This was not the first time within living memory where some company or institution had ignored environmental regulations leading to strange weather. It was a fair assumption to make that this time might be the same instead of a supernatural cause. Malik didn't know and he didn't have a guess so he simply shrugged.
Once damp instead of dripping, he folded the soaked and blackened towel. "You can set it by the door." The employee suggested before Malik could ask. As the shorter male complied, the other continued to talk. "I totally get it if you stopped by only to get out of the rain. Of course I hope you'll look around anyway."
"Actually I've got a question." Malik corrected, unsure if he should go deeper into the small shop before explaining the details or not. He did take a few steps closer at the very least.
Malik withdrew a coin like object from his pocket. It was bigger and heavier than any sanctuary coin, but not by much. It was a yellow gold hue, but had qualities that made it different than pure gold such as its weight and hardness. It was marked with words in a language which Malik couldn't read, with characters which didn't even come close to resembling those used in english. The context to him bringing it here he'd explain. "Found this soon after visiting this shop a while back. Is it familiar at all?" This had occurred very early on, before the demon attack, before a lot of things... Malik would have come by sooner, but life had gotten stressful and honestly, he'd forgotten the shop's location, and didn't have a name by which to look it up. He'd looked for clues in other places, but had failed to find any leads for a while.
The other male looked at Malik's hand for a moment "Dude you joking? Nothing's there."
Malik wasn't sure if the man was joking or seriously couldn't see anything. If the latter was true, he may have seriously made a big mistake. "There is nothing?" He checked a second time. By the look on the other's face an answer wasn't needed. "Guess I'm seeing things. Maybe its the water." Malik tried to salvage an excuse. He palmed the coin, resisting putting it back in his pocket yet in an attempt to act like he couldn't see it.
The asking had at least not been fruitless. If he believed his senses about the coin's existence and also about it being unseen. It just meant the coin was of a certain kind of supernatural origin. "Thanks anyhow." Malik pulled up his jacket and turned to leave, bracing himself to encounter the brutal blackish rain once more.
"Dude don't. with this weather you may as well stay around unless you've got somewhere to be. " The man called behind him. "I doubt there will be many costumers, and there's some space in the back."
Malik turned back around. Considering the bad weather, staying was the more rational choice. He wasn't sure how much he should trust the Employee, who was probably human, but he doubted it would be worth while to try and reach anywhere else till the storm eased up.
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Post by 0 on Mar 28, 2017 5:01:27 GMT
Pekas wasn't sure how the other bats did it.
Maybe it was because she was more than twenty times as big.
The ones shuffling together among the rafters, tucked neatly as one big, tight group in the corner; each indvidual could be held in the palm of a human hand.
She could not -- heck, not even her head was that small.
The giant flying fox folded her black wings close around her dark body, huddling as close the ceiling and as far into the shadows as she could.
It was a difficult position, and she could only hope the golden crown of her head didn't look anything more than a bright fuzzy knot in the woodwork.
Tall ears extended to the sound of rain pattering away at the rooftop, sliding in drovess off of shingles.
A chill wind slid in through the small hole that she had squeezed herself through, just before the storm really started to take off.
The colony of pika-sized house bats and little brown bats had nearly scattered at her arrival, their wings making an audible rustle in the dark corners of the back room she now found herself in.
Shelves stuffed with odd objects she couldn't hope to identify spread out on the floor below, the wooden cabinets reaching high enough that she could prod at their dusty tops with her nose.
Which she did, uttering a raucous sneeze as a result, before pulling herself tighter among the ceiling's slanted beams.
She could hear noises from beyond the wall, and cast a curious a glance the way of the other bats.
All perched in a corner opposite the one she'd chosen so close to the entryway, and most of them were already sleeping soundly, although a few remained wary of the enormous stranger that had barged in, a dozen half-open single eyes staring her way.
The bat tried to imagine what could be shuffling and chirping beyond, yet so close to, these musty walls.
One of those smoke-belchers she'd seen crawling along through this area's stony passages?
Surely it couldn't fit...but hey; here she was.
The chirping whistles she heard sounded like birds, or perhaps a really weird rodent; even a bat was possible, though the loud footfalls spoke otherwise.
She couldn't deny her curiosity, but she was more tired than anything else.
She'd spent a long time flying that day, rising from a sparse woodland to soar high on wind currents, wingtips falling just short of glancing the cloudy ceiling.
The strange terrain came suddenly; one minute there were grassy hills, the next they were being ended by towers of white and grey rock.
The further in she went, the less of an end there seemed to be, and by the time she managed to pull her eyes away from the unfamiliar distraction below, deciding perhaps now would be a good time to head back, the sky had broken open, the large bat forced to make an emergency stop, bouncing along between alleys and over streets until the distinct sound of chiropteran chirps had caught her ears.
Now, she just wanted to nap through the night, rest her wings before rising early to meet back up with those woodlands, and hopefully get a well-earned meal while she was at it.
She hadn't smelled a single edible thing since she'd left the woods.
With a long stretch and wide yawn (to which some of the smaller bats hustled away from), the bat tucked her nose in, mind soothed by the sound of the wind and rain as her eyes slowly began to close.
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 29, 2017 22:45:08 GMT
Malik followed the man deeper into the shop now, slipping the coin back into his pocket when he thought he had a safe moment. "Hey what's your name?" He asked the employee. He might as well learn that much if he was going to wait out the storm here.
The man looked back at Malik for a moment. "Call me Tex." He encouraged.
It didn't quite seem like a real name but it was something to go on. "Malik" Malik introduced himself. "Since I'm here, anything I can do to help out Tex?" He asked, wanting to make himself useful since he was kind of imposing on Tex's shop, and hospitality
"Nah, You're good." The lanky man answered, pulling away some boxes cluttered near a door in the back before unlocking the door.
The back room was cluttered with things yet to be sorted and put out into the shop, but it did have a table and chairs.
"You still have that cd player that makes music sound like you're really there?" Malik asked, remembering the product which he'd been shown when he came here previously as he pulled himself a chair in the cluttered room.
"Sold it to a upper class uncle who wore a lot of black. I kinda miss the sound but you know, didn't know I'd gotten attached to her till after she was gone." Tex admitted with a shrug. "What happened to that pair you were with, the guy who tried to play a broken cd on it, and thought it was possessed and the quiet girl?"
Malik was surprised Tex remembered all of that, surely a lot of costumers would have come in between then and now. Maybe Tex simply had a good memory. "They moved on their separate ways." Malik said simply, preferring not to provide details on the matter. He'd seen neither of those two for a long time, and even though he remembered one with some fondness, he didn't have the means to find her or even send a message. He didn't think he would even if he knew how thanks to the local antisupernatural environment.
Suddenly all went dark. The lights went out across the whole block thanks to the rain, but more so the wind causing damage to the power system.
Tex tripped on something in the dark, then cursed. Malik got up and made his way over. He could see in the dark better than many. "There a flashlight somewhere?" He asked, helping the taller male back on his feet with a steady hand, and guiding Tex to a chair.
"Never thought we'd need one." Tex answered for power outages in this district were rare. "When ours broke, we never got to replacing it."
"Back up power. Box?" Malik asked.
"Owned by the district. We're stuck till someone gets to it."
Malik had an alternative solution but he wasn't sure if he should. In the back room there were not windows, while light from the street at the front was limited and blocked by the fat black droplets that streamed down the windows. Malik looked around for a way he could help, without revealing his potential as a living flashlight.
He rummaged around the shop. finally finding an oil lamp within the 'decorative' junk. Of course it held no oil but, maybe it could still be useful. Crouching between the stacks of goods, and shelves in hope of not being clearly seen, Malik tried to place his own light in the lamp. This wouldn't have been possible at all had the male not found a chance to sometimes practice with his powers at home. Of course he had only been doing that in order to prevent mistakes in public, but He wouldn't have thought this as something he could do otherwise.
The light, brighter than a natural flame, flared in the lamp. Malik tried to make sure it was the only light visible, with any relation to himself before making his way back to the back of the store.
If he was making any noticeable mistakes, Tex wasn't commenting on it.
"Dude, I didn't even think that'd work." Tex praised, as Malik carefully set the old lamp on the table. Malik looked Tex over to make sure the guy wasn't hurt from having tripped.
"Want an orange?" Tex offered, offering Malik a small thin skinned variety of the fruit. "I usually keep some fruit or another kind of snack back here for the days I can't grab lunch."
Malik accepted the offer, quietly stat in one of the empty chairs, and angled himself so he could see through the shop as he peeled the fruit.
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Post by 0 on Mar 30, 2017 1:13:06 GMT
Halfway into a nap, Pekas' ears pulled back as the rummagings and rustlings drew closer.
Her eyes squinted open, brain not quite processing what was going on through the drowsiness.
The bat's body was prepared to fall back and deeper into sleep, until a growing slat of light hit her in the pupil.
She caught a glimpse of some tall shadows just before the light flickered and vanished.
Her ears turned upright, wondering what could have caused the light to simply go away like that.
Was an even bigger creature approaching?
Eyes quick to readjust to what they had already been used to, she watched as one shadow stumbled around in the darkness, while another turned and left.
Though she had remained frozen at first, she realized that these animals' awkward pace must have meant they weren't at all accustomed to the darkness.
She took the chance to shift her position, again attempting to hunker down as deep down as she could among the criss-crossing wooden beams; she readjusted herself so that she was now a bit closer to the hole in the roof, but also somewhat facing the shadow that had tripped over itself.
Not quite sure what sort of beast it could be, she attempted to take in its scent for further clues.
Old dust, the odour of soggy bats, and even the distinct trace of moths filled the room, but she could detect hints of...something else.
Multiple somethings, really, only one of which she was barely familiar with, noticing it only after all others had been picked through.
It was sweet and strong, but well-hidden behind what was almost a grassy smell.
Although she saw nothing, the bat straightened herself anyhow, wings twitching in anticipation.
If it was she thought it was, she didn't want to miss it, and so began to stare in intense interest.
A warm glow was soon being cast upon the stacks of wood, the second animal finally returning.
The pair's chatter was quickly resuming, further reminding her of birds and rodents.
Maybe a macaque.
Pale amber eyes widened when something bright orange and round was presented from one to the other.
Her wings were already unfolding as the one who took it began to relax on a short-legged object.
With the creature's back now facing her, she knew the opportunity was supreme.
Flapping loudly, the bat launched herself from the ceiling, hoping to drop down, snatch the fruit, and hasten back to her perch.
Sharp chirps were made in the hope to further bewilder and stun the beast as her wings pasted a flurry around its face.
Unfortunately, she was anything but a predatory animal, and had absolutely no experience in such a surprise attack, soon finding herself stumbling for a quick way to scoop up the fruit and get out of there.
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 31, 2017 17:58:58 GMT
Malik sensed something before it happened. Not only did he sometimes pick up a glimpse of a future event, but his senses were sharper as well, allowing him to catch evidence of things he couldn't always see.
The male ducked out of the way of the massive bat, Since the creature had such a wide wingspan, it was definitely a challenge to fully evade. Malik might end up knocking into it in some way.
Tex jumped in surprise, uttering a short yell with words in it. He wasn't the one being targeted but it was a small room, and a large creature frantically flapping around took up far more space than its actual body size.
Malik dropped the orange in order to to fend off the bat. He waved his arms in order to keep the creature away from his face. It didn't even cross his mind that he might have better luck if he actually used his powers some like he had for the light.
The lamp was knocked over by flailing arms or wings. The light didn't go out, but remained blazing in the lamp on the floor, disconnected from the wick, revealing its nature as not a real flame for anyone who had the time to see. Of course no one had the time to look at such things with the bat in the cluttered room.
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Post by 0 on Apr 1, 2017 21:46:13 GMT
The stranger standing up and a few shouts in reaction should have been expected, but instead the bat was left flailing about in added confusion for a few more moments, searching the ducking creature's body for the fruit -- making a point of flapping about its shielded face, trying to get a glance of where it must be holding the thing in what she presumed to be a head -- before realizing that it had been dropped.
Noticing light pouring over the bright orange sphere, she slipped down to scoop it up by the tips of her toes and wings and into her jaws, before flapping back up into the rafters.
She made certain to remain some distance away from the other bats, mostly out of courtesy in an attempt to not reveal their position.
A curious and wary eye was left to the beasts below, while she hastened to eat the orange, biting, chewing, and drooling noisily as she haphazardly tried to choke it down before it could be stolen back.
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Post by Loner。 on Apr 4, 2017 16:02:50 GMT
The bat left quickly. Malik stopped waving his arms around when the air was still and silent. Malik bent down and picked up the lamp, trying to fix it so that the small ball of light rested where it should before Tex noticed anything odd about the light the lamp housed.
"What the hell was that?" Tex asked loudly, still looking startled by the fact that there was a giant bat in the room. He'd seen nothing of the bat but the flurry of frantic wings.
Malik held the lamp up high towards the rafters till the light cast itself on the furry form.
"Oh shit that's huge. How'd it even get in here, I just got this place inspected." Tex crowed in dismay as he saw the bat. It would take so much work to find and proof the whole from which the bat had gotten in. He wasn't looking forward to that at all.
"It's not even a local bat. why's it even here." Tex continued to observe in his annoyed tone.
Malik Shrugged. Tex seemed to know far more than he did on the subject of bats, and even that might not be much for all Malik knew.
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Post by 0 on Apr 4, 2017 23:08:21 GMT
Layers of orange skin began dropping to the floor as the bat skillfully peeled the fruit, snatching large bites every second she could.
Despite being in a rush to fill her empty belly, her worry about the fruit being taken away quickly began to dissipate; she'd tried to pick a high corner where they shouldn't be able to reach -- well, unless they climbed one of those tall wood pieces...and it seemed as though they've yet to even consider that option.
Even if they did, she was quick enough to slip back through the hole in the roof -- the storm would be a problem, but...in a forest full of stones, surely there would be more than one nook she could get into?
Not that she wanted to risk getting blown about in the high winds and grounded in the process.
Maybe she wouldn't have to, though?
They seemed rather clumsy and uncoordinated...she'd been so close to that one's mouth, and yet it didn't take a single snap at her!
Did they not eat bats?
As she swallowed a mouthful, all at once light was blinding her, the bat's eye narrowing as she twisted her head away, listening to the two prattle on.
She had to wonder what was so interesting for them to talk about.
Horking down a second-to-last bite, the bat took a split second to balance what little remained of the fruit in her thumbs.
"Hindi ka dalawang mangyayari magsalita ng Filipino?" she asked, of course, in the language of a bat, her chittering squeaks bouncing from rafter to rafter.
"أم العربية؟
English?"
At that moment she noticed that many of the other bats had woken up at these two beasts' arrival; all eyes were on them, but a few turned her way as she spoke.
They had all kept silent up until that point, where a very small one among them squeaked up.
"WOW YOU S--" the other bats crowded around the youngster to snuff its voice out.
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Post by Loner。 on Apr 9, 2017 12:20:32 GMT
Tex sighed. "I'll call someone tomorrow." He decided, going back to his seat. If only it wasn't storming this badly, and this late. He didn't like having shop accessible to bats but there was nothing he could do about it now.
Malik took longer to return watching the bat for a moment. It got noisy, but a lot of bat sounds were higher pitched than humans were used to listening to. He couldn't make anything of it. He didn't expect to either. Malik sat down and placed his hands on either side of his head. There was nothing to do but wait for this persistant storm to end.
And it didn't look like it would end anytime soon.
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Post by 0 on Apr 15, 2017 10:32:36 GMT
No reply came.
The bat hadn't really expected one to come, much as she had hoped for it.
Watching as both began to retreat, she gobbled down the last of the orange before staring at the duo.
Or one-o.
One of them left, and one had stayed, plopping itself down on the ground.
Maybe it had been hoping to get its fruit back, but it was too dumb and weak to.
At the same time, however, she wondered if there was more.
Pekas felt a little bad.
Not only did she steal it right out from under the poor creature's nose, but she'd snarfed it down right in front of its face, as well.
She should have saved some.
Even just a bite.
No matter how starving she was!
The bat's ears folded back as she hunkered back down in the ceiling, thinking through the sound of the rain.
She knew where some fruit was outside of this strange rocky woodland -- a whole three-thirds of a day's journey away.
Perhaps she could bring some back to it later?
Wait, but-- was this even where the things lived?
Or would they be gone after the storm was through?
Her eyes flickered to the small gathering of bats, who were already beginning to settle down again after the brief commotion.
Did they eat fruit, too?
Would she have to bring back a whole bushel?
Or could she somehow lead them away?
But hooow...; she can't even talk to them!
A thumb went to scratch at her head.
Ahh...this was too taxing.
There was probably another way she could do this!
She was just too tired to think of it right now, that's all....
The bat would continue to watch the creature below for a short while, tossing out a wide yawn in its direction.
If nothing of import happened, she would soon be drifting off again.
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Post by Loner。 on Apr 18, 2017 19:56:08 GMT
The black rain continued to thud on the rooftop and stream down the windows, Its distinctive hue altering what little light managed to get in from inside from the street.
Tex rummaged for more of the small oranges oranges, and fortunately found a few, although there were not many. He cast a wary glance at where he now knew the bat was, hoping it wouldn't come down for more fruit. Just in case, he set one aside so that if the bat did come down, it would hopefully take the easy to reach one and not bother himself or Malik. The males split the remaining fruit, and sat at the table together.
Tex tried to begin conversation again, asking seemingly random personal questions to see if he could get Malik talking and fill the time. Malik answered some of them but stuck with few words, regularly letting the conversation drop. There really was nothing to do but wait for a while.
Finally the electric lights flickered back on.
"Thank goodness." Tex exclaimed, rising to his feet. He got up and pulled down a radio from the stock available in the store and plugged the thing in. He tuned it to a news station.
Flash Flood warning continues over sanctuary. Citizen caution advised.
Bill, what's it like out there?
It's raining black cats and dogs out here. Like this rain's literally black. The high winds with it are making it hard to see anything. West Boulevard is already closed due to flooding. If you must go out check your gps for the best route and detour updates.
While Tex tuned to the weather, Malik covered the lamp with his hands so that he could resorb the magical light he had created. If it wasn't needed he rather not keep it around where it could be seen. He had been very lucky it had not raised questions so far, with its unnatural nature being overlooked.
"I guess we're not calling a Taxi." Tex noted, not fond of the idea of not being able to go home tonight but guessing that would be so. If the weather was this bad, public transportation would surely be cut back. That meant more waiting... The radio was not predicting the rain would stop before sometime tomorrow morning.
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Post by 0 on Apr 20, 2017 5:17:35 GMT
Although still hungry, the bat ended up ignoring most of what the strange creatures below were doing, including when another orange was left out.
Her weariness was taking over, and, by the time the lights were back on, she was out.
The rain droned on outside.
The sound of cars grew more distant and scattered, civilians rushing home to take shelter, and the storm growing ever heavier.
After a while, the door to the shop swung open, and a middle-aged, heavyset man stepped through, sopping wet to a point where it looked like he'd just crawled out from the bottom of the sea.
He was wearing a clearly too-tight gray suit, a bluish lavender tie undone and flung over his shoulders by the wind; the light gray collar of his suit and cuffs seemed to have a black dash-and-dot pattern to them.
He was near to being wholly bald, with only a few strands of hair swiped over his noggin', and the lenses of his thin-rimmed glasses appeared as though they had been painted black.
The man affixed his tie before shutting the door, dropping a hefty black luggage case as he moved to wipe off his glasses with a soggy pocket hanky of carmine.
When he put them back on, he could gather through the smudgings that he was, indeed, not the only one here.
"Can you believe it?" the man began, tugging at the buttons of his half-done jacket.
"Bus drops me off in the middle of nowhere 'cause the 'storm's worsening'."
He scoffed.
"Could have at least taken me to a shelter."
"It's black as oil out there, do you see it?"
Holding his jacket, he looked around for a place to hang it; whether or not he spotted one didn't matter, as he was soon folding it up and letting it hang over his arm.
"This building shone like a beacon; only place open that I could see."
He paused.
"It IS open, isn't it?"
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Post by Loner。 on Apr 20, 2017 12:54:01 GMT
Tex stood, finding another 'towel' (more of a rag in size and quality) that he could offer to the newcomer, before coming to the front of the store. He turned off the 'open' sign which came on with the lights before offering the cloth to the man. "We're not now." Tex answered in a way that was friendlier than the words might show. "No one's gonna come shopping in this rain, but but neither of us can get home in it, so," he shrugged. "Here were are. Better safe, than caught in the storm."
It was very dark out there. "Malik look at this, I swear this water's gotten even blacker than when you came in." Tex called, speaking again like a good friend rather than someone Malik barely knew. I thought this was just city pollution but it looks worse than that."
Grudgingly, Malik stood and began working his way through the cluttered store. So two had become three. He guessed it couldn't be helped. Of course there were others who had ended up stuck out in this storm.
"I see it." Malik answered Tex. "Hopefully it doesn't get into the tap." Would people even be able to drink the ugly looking liquid. Would it even be safe? Malik was not looking forward to the potential water advisory warning to come.
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Post by 0 on May 1, 2017 2:52:09 GMT
Approached by a stranger whose skin was covered in stylized ink and metal works, the new arrival accepted the rag with little thanks, wiping first at his face and smudging up his glasses even more, before moving on to the rest of his exposed skin.
He observed the stranger turn off the open sign, but, in light of not immediately being cursed at for trespassing, he figured it must have meant everything was fine and dandy.
Keeping hold of the rag, his eyes scanned the front area of the building, feet taking him between the shelves of disks and knick-knacks.
He paused in front of a record player, prodding almost carelessly at the needle with a comment of, "That's some ancient technology."
A drop of the black water fell onto the player, the man lifting the rag to brush the remaining moistness from his head, before returning to where he'd heard the stranger talking.
Apparently, he wasn't the only one here; there was a young man conversing with the (he assumed) manager, darker skinned but light of eyes and hair.
He might have found this, to his eyes, clash of natural genetics odd, but, honestly, he'd seen far stranger.
The man listened to and stared at the two for a few moments, before holding out his free hand and stating (the obvious), "Looks like your city here's having some precipitary troubles."
It sounded as though the black rain wasn't that normal of an occurrence.
Tossing the rag onto his shoulder, he rummaged around in the folded-up creases of his jacket, before pulling out two cards, and trying to hand one to each of them.
The cards were a light gray, and in thin, dark gray monoslab font read:
39317876512
BILL DRONE MONSOON
MDA DBD
-1264 +3891 =312 888
After handing out the cards (or, failing that, returning them to the jacket), he'd pull out a small white cardboard carton; from it, he removed one thin white cylinder with a neck of brown and a tip of silver, return the carton to the jacket, before starting to flick at the silver tip.
Sparks flew for a couple seconds before, in a tiny flash of fire, the silver tip went up in smoke, and the man placed the cylinder between his lips.
Through it, he mumbled thoughtfully, "Wonder if the rain's really oil."
He'd said it in jest, but, being able to look at it more clearly from where it was bright and dry, he could certainly see the black water as being something similar.
Watching through the door's window, his eyes glanced briefly down at the cylinder sticking out of his mouth.
"Could be flammable.
One small spark, and the whole city just might light up."
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Post by Loner。 on May 1, 2017 13:31:44 GMT
Tex smiled with pride over the old record player. "I fix them sometimes. Lucky for me there's people who still appreciate the work put into old tech." Mr. Monsoon might not, but Tex didn't mind. The few who could see the worth of old things made up for the many who didn't bother. Tex would have probably gone out of business otherwise since many of his wares were dated if not ancient enough to be thought of as the dinosaurs of technology.
Too bad it got wet. Tex hoped there wouldn't be water damage.
Tex took and pocketed the offered card. Malik scanned it, and finding the information largly meaningless, and failing to point to a business or vocation, refused. The numbers which seemed liked a math equasion at the bottom didn't seem right, and if they meant anything more than being just numbers, Malik didn't care.
Malik began to turn away as the man took out a smoke. Seriously? Inside? Without even asking Tex first? In a building housing some wooden or partially wooden nicknacks? The way the man lit the thing seemed a little odd but, Malik pushed that away from his mind.
But Tex didn't seem to mind. "If you truly thought that you wouldn't be smoking." Tex pointed out with a laugh lacing his tone. At least Tex knew it was the texture of water, not as slick as oil based on how he'd seen it fall. Immagine that. If it were flammable they'd all be doomed already.
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