Re: [Chapter Three] What Was Once Lost
The young lady that had approached Cassiel gave both Nova and the Elysian a cursory glance. She had yet to get a real response from the man, at least, one in Sal'saari. For the moment she just stood there a little uncomfortably, giving herself a nervous little giggle as she began to play with one of her horns. The slightly tanned girl entwined one of her fingers in her blonde hair, before looking at Nova.
"Ah... Did I offend him?" she asked the Freespacer.
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One of the guards gave Ellis a long, uncomfortable stare, likely trying to decode just exactly what the Nepleslian had said. The Iroma looked to his other hurt comrade to see him eying the odd four-armed outlander. With no avail, he turned back to the man and held up his hands.
"
What?" he said with an incredulous, possibly offended look on his face.
"LASSE LOS!" the panicking Abwehran suddenly snapped at the woman in his own language, which only made him sound angry and harsh.
The other guard watched what he may perceived as a couple. He kept trading glances between the clothed, robed woman, and the outlander himself. Especially so now that Oskar was rambling angrily, and appearing more an abusive man to an outwardly innocent woman.
He didn't move to strike her though...that could probably kill her. Instead, he flicked the woman's hand rather hard.
She squealed in pain as the Abwehran's iron-rodded fingers thumped into her delicate hands. In pain, she recoiled, cursing shrilly, whilst whimpering pitifully. For the moment, she appeared to be genuinely in pain. Though, the disguised woman appeared to egg it further as she held her head, in apparent defense from Oskar. Every time he raised his voice she'd fearfully recoil. She looked up at him, wailing, "Please husband! Don't hit me again! I'm tired of the beatings!"
The Abwehran, in his limited understanding of the language would miss out on the word, husband, and a few others. Yet, he wasn't ignorant of the local dialect enough to miss out on the fact that she was acting like he did this to her often.
With that, Oskar felt himself gripped by the collar. The other guard stepping in on what looked like a lover's quarrel.
"Listen here,
Alien" snarled the Guard through his mouth-covering cloth. Oskar could see the blood in his eyes, apparent ignorance of the Abwehran's own language. "I don't know how they handle things like this on
your planet, but we don't tolerate abuse on Maekardan."
Ellis was not getting a too kind look from the other man due to his association either.
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"FRESH FOOOOODS!? FRESH FOODS!?" yelled the Merchant Hamza, his rectangular face and whole body flexing. He appeared to be showing off his muscles again, before he slammed his fist on the table. He seemed angry. He spun around, like a ballerina, before scooping up a wooden crate of vegetables, and slamming it on the table, then a box of fruit, then a box of preserved meats. "WHY THIS LEVEL OF FRESHNESS KNOWS NO BOUNDS,
NO SOVEREIGNTY, NO LAW. The vegetables are UNLAWFULLY CRISP!" Flex and pose, as he usually did. "The fruits are juicy to UNRESTRAINED LEVELS!" Another flex, and pose. "And these meats will provide enough protein to PRODUCE MUSCLES OF UNPARALLELED RIPPLING!"
He spun away on his tip-toes, once more, before grabbing another box, filled with various assortments of baked bread and setting them down in front of her gently, and gracefully.
"And here are the grains." he said with a sweetened smile, words rather soft, a complete contrast of his previous behavior. He began stroking his moustache. "Take your pick!"
