Note: The last bit with Lost and Sylia was a cooperative piece between me and Ops - this one's all my fault.
Wentworths rumbled with the hushed tones and mumbles of capitalism, buying
and selling going on in almost a cathedral atmosphere. Two bedraggled
figures trooped through the entry, striding swiftly towards one of the
auctioneers.
Lost Sabre, clad in her normal tattered martial arts outfit, stood before
the Wentworths auctioneer, who eyed her with a single raised eyebrow. Lost
held a hand over her shoulder, to receive an item.
The Auctioneer waited.
Lost waited.
the Auctioneer cleared his throat, and Lost whirled around, to confront
Gir Sabre, lost in rapt entrancement with the gleaming holographic cube of
a recipe. Lost snatched it out her hands, eliciting an alarmed squawk, and
presented it to the Auctioneer.
"I'd like to put this up for one MILLION influence!" Lost chirped
The Auctioneer blinked.
"That will be five thousand influence, please."
Lost rummaged through her gi and pulled out a handful of grubby notes,
which she thrust at the auctioneer. Emotionlessly, he disappeared the
notes, and held out his hand. Lost gently handed over the holographic cube
of the recipe, which the Auctioneer also disappeared.
Gir, peeking over Lost's shoulder, sighed as the recipe disappeared into
the works of Wentworths. Lost looked up at the Auctioneer, who stared back
impassively, before leaning forward a minute amount.
"Madame, your item has sold. You have sold One Level Ten Karma: Knockback
enhancement, for twenty-eight million influence. After Wentworths takes
our ten percent consignment, in this case, two point eight million
influence, you recieve twenty five point two million influence. Thank you
for patronizing Wentworths."
"OOoooooooooh!" Gir and Lost chimed simultaneously, as Lost took a credit
chit from the Auctioneer. In a daze, the two rumpled heroines wandered out
of Wentworths, clutching the credit chit between them.
Dark Seraph, Private Investigator, pulled his coat tighter about himself
as a chill rolled up his spine. "So, they have the rebuilding of the
restaurant covered, but they'd like me to... remove.. Gir and Lost...
OK.. as soon as possible.. ... PPD hardsuits?.. seven of them..
tacos?.. deluxe nacho platter... right."
DS rubbed the incipient headache behind his temples, then flipped his
phone back open. Punching speed dial one, he raised the set back to his
ear. "Silicon, this is DS.. I need a favor."
Dark Seraphim stood in front of the battleground, aghast at the sheer
scope of the destruction. Beside him, Silicon and Net Sabre stood, Silicon
quivering with suppressed laughter, Net shaking her head with unsuppressed
giggles. Before them, smoke roze lazily from the demolished hulk of the
Talos Island El Super Mexicano. In front of the smoldering wreckage, Lost
Saber lay supine, her head pillowed on Gir Saber's lap, as that worthy
shovelled tacos from a huge bag into her mouth.
"Hi, DS!" Gir chirped merrily, waving a taco-filled hand. "We had tacos!"
Lost languidly waved one arm, the other folded over her bulging stomach.
Behind them, the roof of the restaurant fell in, and a burst of cinders
rolled up into the sky.
"Gir.. why is the building ruined?"
"Dunno! Have a taco!"
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies
Wentworths rumbled with the hushed tones and mumbles of capitalism, buying
and selling going on in almost a cathedral atmosphere. Two bedraggled
figures trooped through the entry, striding swiftly towards one of the
auctioneers.
Lost Sabre, clad in her normal tattered martial arts outfit, stood before
the Wentworths auctioneer, who eyed her with a single raised eyebrow. Lost
held a hand over her shoulder, to receive an item.
The Auctioneer waited.
Lost waited.
the Auctioneer cleared his throat, and Lost whirled around, to confront
Gir Sabre, lost in rapt entrancement with the gleaming holographic cube of
a recipe. Lost snatched it out her hands, eliciting an alarmed squawk, and
presented it to the Auctioneer.
"I'd like to put this up for one MILLION influence!" Lost chirped
The Auctioneer blinked.
"That will be five thousand influence, please."
Lost rummaged through her gi and pulled out a handful of grubby notes,
which she thrust at the auctioneer. Emotionlessly, he disappeared the
notes, and held out his hand. Lost gently handed over the holographic cube
of the recipe, which the Auctioneer also disappeared.
Gir, peeking over Lost's shoulder, sighed as the recipe disappeared into
the works of Wentworths. Lost looked up at the Auctioneer, who stared back
impassively, before leaning forward a minute amount.
"Madame, your item has sold. You have sold One Level Ten Karma: Knockback
enhancement, for twenty-eight million influence. After Wentworths takes
our ten percent consignment, in this case, two point eight million
influence, you recieve twenty five point two million influence. Thank you
for patronizing Wentworths."
"OOoooooooooh!" Gir and Lost chimed simultaneously, as Lost took a credit
chit from the Auctioneer. In a daze, the two rumpled heroines wandered out
of Wentworths, clutching the credit chit between them.
Dark Seraph, Private Investigator, pulled his coat tighter about himself
as a chill rolled up his spine. "So, they have the rebuilding of the
restaurant covered, but they'd like me to... remove.. Gir and Lost...
OK.. as soon as possible.. ... PPD hardsuits?.. seven of them..
tacos?.. deluxe nacho platter... right."
DS rubbed the incipient headache behind his temples, then flipped his
phone back open. Punching speed dial one, he raised the set back to his
ear. "Silicon, this is DS.. I need a favor."
Dark Seraphim stood in front of the battleground, aghast at the sheer
scope of the destruction. Beside him, Silicon and Net Sabre stood, Silicon
quivering with suppressed laughter, Net shaking her head with unsuppressed
giggles. Before them, smoke roze lazily from the demolished hulk of the
Talos Island El Super Mexicano. In front of the smoldering wreckage, Lost
Saber lay supine, her head pillowed on Gir Saber's lap, as that worthy
shovelled tacos from a huge bag into her mouth.
"Hi, DS!" Gir chirped merrily, waving a taco-filled hand. "We had tacos!"
Lost languidly waved one arm, the other folded over her bulging stomach.
Behind them, the roof of the restaurant fell in, and a burst of cinders
rolled up into the sky.
"Gir.. why is the building ruined?"
"Dunno! Have a taco!"
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies