Thread: Worlds, among other things. Post-apocalypse RP with Lotherio & Cosmic

The bottom lip curled on Cid just a little, her answer was fair and straight forward enough, he couldnt deny. Not that he was looking for dung, but she knew of this city at least. This is what his employer wanted him to do, find it, find the lost technology they housed. Heck, she nearly affirmed by her claims of it being their Shining City. That wasnt far off from what city folk had believed in the lost city with their own telling of the tales. One hand came out of the fold of his arms then, to sway slightly in front of him when he responded to her. You can keep the dung, dont need it, her fair response deserved the honest truth at least. But this Shining City of yours whether I have the right or not, it is in my head. Its fantasy fills even our own heads in the city but, I have reason to believe it is more than some fable to keep the squatters and filth happy. As if his weekly shower made him any better than anyone else. If you know more about this fabled city of yours, we may have something to talk about. Im not trading munitions or weapons for dung, but knowledge has value. The guns not mine to trade, like I said, you need something else, I have fresh gear out of the city at my car that might be worth something to you. It was hers to take as she liked, he didnt so much wait for a reaction, he didnt want to stand around for too long. There was no going to the watering holecantinadive now, hes sure that a few others werent taking kindly to his presence and he was starting to think it might be better to get back to the Ute, find some place to park it for the night and get some rest. Maybe hed find a few more smiles amongst the morning people and land himself a guide who was willing to risk a journey out into the unknown to search for Zana DuRadu. That thought on his heels, he literally turned them and set his boot to mucking up the dusty path underneath his feet. It was an alley over and behind the old buildings that outlined the Night Bazaar where he had his vehicle parked behind the metal canister. Unbeknownst to Cid though was that a few local squatters with pack animals had been clever enough to latch a hitch to the chassis and with the right amount of whipping and muttering, those said pack animals were strong enough to pull the vehicle out of its parking brake. It practically served as a makeshift chariot and they could just as easily find a real mechanic to either trade for the vehicle or figure out how to get it started up and working without the keys. Sure, it was a backwards chariot, as the animals drove the tail end of the vehicle first, but the passenger compartment was well suited as a seat plus the semi-clear cover over the back allowed them to appraise the gear locked inside, at least what they could see. Even if no one traded for it, it was top of the line scavenged gear just the same. Hardly much used, probably few holes if any actually. The camping gear could stand up to a sudden downpour even. It was parked out of site, no one questioned them or those that witnessed didn't care if the Slicker lost his transportation. In fact, one little dirt rat went ahead and played lookout for the wanderers for a ration of clean water. It was a good price for literally doing nothing. He only had to run interference when the Slicker returned.