10-08-2016, 05:02 AM
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Claptrap looked around as he wheeled into some sort of marketplace, dotted with stalls of all kinds. He had parted with the group as quickly as possible, which seemed strange for the friendly little robot but Gaige's Jakobs shotgun was making him feel nauseous.
As Claptrap flitted between the different stands, admiring all of the strange foods and knickknacks for sale, he would ask people if they knew anything about the man named Ballad. "He's, uh, green? And he wears a big trench coat" Claptrap said to a man selling an assortment of magical crystals. He shook his head but then thought for a moment.
"Y'know, if you want information, there's bound to be a shady character or two around who'll sell it to ya, for the right price of course." The shopkeeper said. Claptrap paused for a moment. Why hadn't he thought of that? "Oh, yeah, of course, haha." Claptrap chuckled. "I just wanted to, uh, save my coins, you know?" Claptrap backed away forcing laughter, drawing the stares of everyone around.
After convincing the crowd that his sanity was completely intact, Claptrap started searching all the dark, wet, foul smelling alleyways that dotted the marketplace. Cursing his manufacturers for giving him olfactory sensors, Claptrap bumped into a man covered entirely in dark clothing. "Watch yourself, lad." The man said in a gravelly voice that Claptrap suspected was forced, but decided to ignore.
"Hello, gentleman of dubious profession, would you happen to know anything about the green skinned man who went on a rampage in this area?" Claptrap chirped, deliberately ignoring the scowl that crossed the man's face as soon as he started speaking. Scowl still present, the man scratched his stubbly chin, the only part of his body that was visible. "I'm not sure," He said, the scowl transforming into a sly smirk. "You got anything to jog my memory?"
Claptrap knew that it was coming, but that did little to quell the annoyance that formed. Claptrap produced his orb of omnillium before being cut off by the man. "No no no, unlike you lad, I'm not a prime, so I've no use for the sparkly stuff. And if they catch me using summoned coins they'll bleed me for all I'm worth. I need real coins, ones you've gotten yourself."
Claptrap put the orb away, oddly excited at this opportunity. While most would be annoyed at the notion of gathering coins themselves, the little robot had been waiting for a chance to busk for as long as he could remember, and as a robot his memory was quite good.
Claptrap wheeled into the main street of the market and summoned a sign reading "Will dance for coins." and shoved it into the ground before unleashing dance moves the likes of which the Tirithians had never seen. Claptrap busted a move as if he was born to and hummed in time with the tune in his head.
"What is that?" Someone in the crowd shouted. "I think someone's construct escaped." Replied another. "No, it's a robot. You see them in the empire verses." a third cried. "Oh, I've heard of them. Do you think it's broken?" questioned the first.
As the crowd chattered in confusion and awe at the little machine, an onlooker would occasionally throw Claptrap a bit of change. This rapidly increased until the dancing robot was practically being showered in coins as he danced. Eventually, the crowd had seen enough and moved on to look at the rest of the market. Claptrap gathered up his money and found that he had gathered a large bag of coins. "This should be enough!" Claptrap remarked cheerily, oblivious to the laughter at his expense.
Claptrap brought the sack of coins to the man in the alley, who weighed it cautiously in his hands before giving it a satisfied smile. "Heh, so." Claptrap said nervously. "Do you know anything about the man named Ballad?" The man turned to him, blinked once and said "Nope." before walking off.
If Claptrap had a jaw, it would be wide open right now. He stood there, frozen, for a few seconds, before charging after the man. "Hey! Hey, you! Don't walk away from me!" The man spun around and to Claptrap's surprise, he had a nervous look on his face. They were in the middle of a busy street now, and a number of people had turned towards the shouting.
Claptrap suddenly realised that the man was effectively at his mercy now, and was probably not ready for that kind of power. The little robot laughed maniacally, or at least he thought it sounded maniacal, and wheeled up close to 'whisper' to the man. "Ok, you have two options." Claptrap said, his voice slightly less loud than usual. "Either you hand the coins back over, or I shout for the authorities, or we can fight over it."
A defiant look crossed the man's face before Claptrap summoned his pistol and attempted to spin it on his 'finger.' Although Claptrap dropped the gun, the message was clear enough and the man relented. "Here, take the bloody coins." He muttered as he threw the bag at Claptrap and walked off cursing under his breath.
Claptrap sighed and turned to find the rest of the group, disappointed that his attempt to gather information flopped so badly. "At least I have this bag of coins." Claptrap said to himself. "Maybe I could use it to buy Gaige a decent gun."
As Claptrap flitted between the different stands, admiring all of the strange foods and knickknacks for sale, he would ask people if they knew anything about the man named Ballad. "He's, uh, green? And he wears a big trench coat" Claptrap said to a man selling an assortment of magical crystals. He shook his head but then thought for a moment.
"Y'know, if you want information, there's bound to be a shady character or two around who'll sell it to ya, for the right price of course." The shopkeeper said. Claptrap paused for a moment. Why hadn't he thought of that? "Oh, yeah, of course, haha." Claptrap chuckled. "I just wanted to, uh, save my coins, you know?" Claptrap backed away forcing laughter, drawing the stares of everyone around.
After convincing the crowd that his sanity was completely intact, Claptrap started searching all the dark, wet, foul smelling alleyways that dotted the marketplace. Cursing his manufacturers for giving him olfactory sensors, Claptrap bumped into a man covered entirely in dark clothing. "Watch yourself, lad." The man said in a gravelly voice that Claptrap suspected was forced, but decided to ignore.
"Hello, gentleman of dubious profession, would you happen to know anything about the green skinned man who went on a rampage in this area?" Claptrap chirped, deliberately ignoring the scowl that crossed the man's face as soon as he started speaking. Scowl still present, the man scratched his stubbly chin, the only part of his body that was visible. "I'm not sure," He said, the scowl transforming into a sly smirk. "You got anything to jog my memory?"
Claptrap knew that it was coming, but that did little to quell the annoyance that formed. Claptrap produced his orb of omnillium before being cut off by the man. "No no no, unlike you lad, I'm not a prime, so I've no use for the sparkly stuff. And if they catch me using summoned coins they'll bleed me for all I'm worth. I need real coins, ones you've gotten yourself."
Claptrap put the orb away, oddly excited at this opportunity. While most would be annoyed at the notion of gathering coins themselves, the little robot had been waiting for a chance to busk for as long as he could remember, and as a robot his memory was quite good.
Claptrap wheeled into the main street of the market and summoned a sign reading "Will dance for coins." and shoved it into the ground before unleashing dance moves the likes of which the Tirithians had never seen. Claptrap busted a move as if he was born to and hummed in time with the tune in his head.
"What is that?" Someone in the crowd shouted. "I think someone's construct escaped." Replied another. "No, it's a robot. You see them in the empire verses." a third cried. "Oh, I've heard of them. Do you think it's broken?" questioned the first.
As the crowd chattered in confusion and awe at the little machine, an onlooker would occasionally throw Claptrap a bit of change. This rapidly increased until the dancing robot was practically being showered in coins as he danced. Eventually, the crowd had seen enough and moved on to look at the rest of the market. Claptrap gathered up his money and found that he had gathered a large bag of coins. "This should be enough!" Claptrap remarked cheerily, oblivious to the laughter at his expense.
Claptrap brought the sack of coins to the man in the alley, who weighed it cautiously in his hands before giving it a satisfied smile. "Heh, so." Claptrap said nervously. "Do you know anything about the man named Ballad?" The man turned to him, blinked once and said "Nope." before walking off.
If Claptrap had a jaw, it would be wide open right now. He stood there, frozen, for a few seconds, before charging after the man. "Hey! Hey, you! Don't walk away from me!" The man spun around and to Claptrap's surprise, he had a nervous look on his face. They were in the middle of a busy street now, and a number of people had turned towards the shouting.
Claptrap suddenly realised that the man was effectively at his mercy now, and was probably not ready for that kind of power. The little robot laughed maniacally, or at least he thought it sounded maniacal, and wheeled up close to 'whisper' to the man. "Ok, you have two options." Claptrap said, his voice slightly less loud than usual. "Either you hand the coins back over, or I shout for the authorities, or we can fight over it."
A defiant look crossed the man's face before Claptrap summoned his pistol and attempted to spin it on his 'finger.' Although Claptrap dropped the gun, the message was clear enough and the man relented. "Here, take the bloody coins." He muttered as he threw the bag at Claptrap and walked off cursing under his breath.
Claptrap sighed and turned to find the rest of the group, disappointed that his attempt to gather information flopped so badly. "At least I have this bag of coins." Claptrap said to himself. "Maybe I could use it to buy Gaige a decent gun."
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