Agent Frost
Moon
- Joined
- Jan 10, 2012
It's the usual cacophony of yelling voices in the Merchant Quarter of the space station; strange new scents, wondrous gadgets, robots calling out in their overly cheerful pre-programmed greetings and heckling, and children running past laughing and screeching... all reminding you why people hate visiting the merchant quarter.
Drawing near one particular merchant who seems to be the only one not calling out and yelling from his designated space, you take note of the usual arrangement of light body armors for sale, displayed across one single table top. A rather sad selection of wares compared to all the other merchants here... unmarked crates behind him and the small selection hints at the likelihood of this man selling something under-the-table; something you'd normally have to ask about.
The facially obscured-for-the-most-part merchant nods to you, his light grey green eyes stare back into yours, the only feature of his face you can make out, as he speaks in soft yet broken speech,
“My selection also spans... in.. to medications.. of a much-sought-after sort.. if you are in.. <he coughs> a'hem, if you are interested.”
You note he is wearing a medical filtration fabric covering his nose and mouth, meaning he is either trying to avoid sickness, just xenophobic... or avoiding facial recognition if those medications he's talking about are unlisted among his public merchandise.
explain your appearance, and what is you response to the man?
Drawing near one particular merchant who seems to be the only one not calling out and yelling from his designated space, you take note of the usual arrangement of light body armors for sale, displayed across one single table top. A rather sad selection of wares compared to all the other merchants here... unmarked crates behind him and the small selection hints at the likelihood of this man selling something under-the-table; something you'd normally have to ask about.
The facially obscured-for-the-most-part merchant nods to you, his light grey green eyes stare back into yours, the only feature of his face you can make out, as he speaks in soft yet broken speech,
“My selection also spans... in.. to medications.. of a much-sought-after sort.. if you are in.. <he coughs> a'hem, if you are interested.”
You note he is wearing a medical filtration fabric covering his nose and mouth, meaning he is either trying to avoid sickness, just xenophobic... or avoiding facial recognition if those medications he's talking about are unlisted among his public merchandise.
explain your appearance, and what is you response to the man?