[Bazaar] Looking around

[JasonNightcaster]

One of the shop windows begins to ripple as if it were made of water and Jason Nightcaster steps out from it. He begins wandering around, obviously looking for something or someone.


Jason Nightcaster
House Citadel

[sigmacaine]

The door to a nearby shop opens, and Sigma steps out, holding a baguette. He notices Jason, and waves.

"Yo! Jason! Sorry I never caught back up with you at the last Gathering. How are you?"

[JasonNightcaster]

Jason seems mildly surprised to see Sigma, and then a light dawns in his eyes as if he just remembered something. "Ah, Sigma-rhya. Yes, I did need to speak with you. As I understand it, one of your House's abilities is to be able to protect others in combat. I was wondering how you go about that. Every time I've tried it so far it seems I am about a second too late."  Jason continues to look around while talking to Sigma.

Jason Nightcaster
House Citadel

[sigmacaine]

"Hmm. Well, if you're finding yourself just a little bit too late, it's likely not a problem of your reflexes, but rather your tactical senses. We Galahads don't really move any faster than the rest of you when it comes to defending people - it's more like we've got a sixth sense for knowing who's about to be in trouble." He gives Jason a crooked grin. "If you ask some people, though, we've all got a death wish, so maybe our House gift is to better facilitate that."

[JasonNightcaster]

Jason listens intently to what Sigma has to say, frowning slightly at his joke. "I see. I shall endeavor to work on that angle then. Thank you, Sigma-rhya." Jason looks inquiringly at Sigma and asks "By chance, you have not seen Echo Gamin of House Octagon recently, have you? I need to speak to her regarding an upcoming journey I am planning."

Jason Nightcaster
House Citadel

[sigmacaine]

"I haven't seen her since the last Gathering, but I have one of her business cards on me... Here, hold this." He hands the baguette to Jason, and assuming he takes the bread, Sigma digs out his wallet and pulls out a purple business card.

[JasonNightcaster]

Jason takes the bread and looks questioningly at the card, "Yes, she gave me one of those. I just don't know what to do with it. l don't have email or a phone here."

Jason Nightcaster
House Citadel

[sigmacaine]

"Oh! Well in that case..." He puts his wallet away and pulls out a phone and hands it to Jason, taking back the bread. "You can use mine. And once you get in touch with Echo, I'm sure she or one of the other Octagons can help you with the e-mail address thing."

((OOC: Modified in response to D's clarification involving the DigiNet.))

[D]

(OOC:  DigiNet is still closed, and in shambles, I believe.  If I'm correct, there is a plaque on the front of it, that is in tribute to "Spencer, and all those who suffered during the initial days of ghost rock...")

[Echo Gamin]

"You rang? Or were about to?"  Echo Gamin does a one-handed cartwheel off the roof of one of the lower buildings flips twice in the air and lands softly near the two avatars already in conversation.

The Octagon is dressed much as she did last Summer, wearing an emerald tank and white shorts with matching emerald racing stripes down the leg. Her low top converse sneakers are kelly green with white laces. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail quickly (rather than neatly). Nevertheless her appearance is markedly changed even from last winter. Last summer's wardrobe belonged to a skinny child. The clothing fits quite differently now on this young woman's body. She's painted her short, round fingernails a metalic emerald green, and is wearing a little bit of cherry lipgloss.

"Hey Sigma," She grins. "You underestimate Paladin if you think all that fuss is necessary to get in touch with me-- especially in the bazaar. If you so much as think about me too loudly around here, half my department is likely to know about it faster than hummingbird's hiccup."

She smiles shyly at Jason Nightcaster and blushes. "Hi, Jason."

[Fox McCloud]

A screech can be heard from overhead.  A bright streak can be seen tumbleing down twards the ground nearby.  Suddenly it adjusts course and comes at the group.  "Too hot too hot!" the screaming ball of metal and jets yells as it levels out trying desperately to slow down.  The object just kisses the ground and begins to tumble right between the members of the group.  Obscenities can be heard.  The object comes to a halt after skittering into a few trash bins in an alleyway. 

[JasonNightcaster]

Jason was reaching for the phone as Echo lands. Nodding to Sigma, Jason says "Sigma-rhya, thank you for all your help. Should you have need of me, please do not hesitate to call on me." While not trying to exclude Sigma in any way, Jason attention focuses on Echo. He smiles warmly at the Octagon, "Echo, my friend, I have a favor to ask. I need some help to create my Lightsaber and I hoped you would go with me." Jason seems to notice the changes in Echo and gets slightly flustered. "Um, I like the nail polish. It's very... green."


Jason Nightcaster
House Citadel

[Echo Gamin]

Echo absolutely lights up at the Citadel's awkward compliment. "Thank you." Her eyes sparkle. They're also a very brilliant kelly green flecked with streaks of amber and spring grass and stand in striking contrast to her auburn hair. "Green is my favorite color. And I'd be honored to accompany you on your quest. Is there anything we need to do in preparation? Because I could help with that too."  She beams.

The falling craft appears to be of absolutely no interest. Sigma appears all but forgotten.  Without looking away from Nightcaster she speaks to the Galahad, "Uh.. maybe you should go check that out, Sigma"

[sigmacaine]

Sigma waves at Echo and Jason, and with phone and baguette in hand, goes to investigate the crash. "FOX! Haven't you learned how to fly that thing by now?"

[Fox McCloud]

Fox stands up out of the tash heap his hand on his helmet.  The blue and white rocket power armor now sporting new scratches and dents.  Limping a little he walks away from the crash site.  "Fly?  Yeah...Land...Still working on that one." his voice distorted by the voice amp.