05-29-2017, 10:05 AM
"You're Primes then? Both you and the..."
"Chakra, yes." Aang said, putting a hand on Chakravartin's shoulder.
The man who had come forward to speak with Aang narrowed his eyes, looking between the three. "... We don't want to cause trouble with Primes. Get whatever you need to do done, and leave. We won't give you any more trouble."
"Thank you." Aang said, smiling gratefully. Chakravartin was almost disgusted. These people were hostile and arrogant. But he supposed it wouldn't do to kill them after they had agreed to let them do business.
Aang took the lead, still being the only one in the group who the people of the town would even consider speaking openly with.
Lysandra, unfortunately, found that the town wasn't much better than the forest, in terms of lady's rooms. Camelot didn't have the nearly the level of technology or comfort that she had been used to in Coruscant. Chakravartin ended up having to summon one sufficiently space-aged in an alley. And while Aang's instincts were absolutely correct in identifying their strawberry season in the fields below, the villagers still proved... unwieldy.
"What do you mean that much for the entire box? That's- that's ridiculous!"
"You can pay it." the shopkeeper said to Lysandra, "You're with a Prime. They make money just by breathing."
"That has nothing to do with it!" Lysandra said, infuriated. Many of the shopkeepers simply had little desire to do business with foreigners. Aang had an air about him of kindness and understanding that could be felt no matter who it was who was looking, that let them know he was trustworthy. But Lysandra and Chakravartin, with their Empire technology, and being obviously inhuman, in Chakravartin's case, almost undid it.
As it was, they had been cheated at nearly every table. Not even Aang's love of haggling could get anyone back down to a more reasonable price.
By the time evening came, all three were heading back towards the barn where Aang had convinced a farmer to board and feed Appa with a promise of an entire new set of tools for farmwork. It was hard to do better than Prime-made, after all.
With six minutes worth of concentration from both Aang and Chakravartin, they left the farmer with his payment, and were off once more.
"Well, in order to avoid such a thing in the future," Chakravartin said, "I think more culturally accepted clothes are in order."
"I think I'm fine, for as long as we're in Camelot." Aang said, looking at his simple robes.
"That's probably true." Chakravartin admitted, before looking to Lysandra, "Any preferences in-" she quickly pulled out a tablet, something Aang didn't recognize, and pulled up a photo of a dress suitable for a princess.
"Please? I've kind of, um, been fantasizing about coming her for a while, and I was sure I was going to wear a princess' dress." she said, grinning, "Please?"
"Fine. Though it won't help us in trying to find cheaper prices in the next village we come across."
"Oh..."
"I can still make this, and something simpler." Chakravartin said, when Aang shot him a look, "It's no problem."
She perked up quickly, and Chakravartin set about making two outfits, one suitable for royalty, and one for a peasant. And after having done so, an idea began to blossom, "You know, Aang. It might help us if we could choose which part to look."
"What do you mean?"
"In one village we could be traveling peasants, in another, visiting royalty." Chakravartin said, "You never know, after all."
Aang grinned, it was dishonest, sure, but he enjoyed a good disguise. Fond memories of trying to come off as nobles and ending up becoming waiters in Ba Sing Se as a child came to mind. Chakravartin created two more sets for each of them, except Aang, who simply received a much fancier looking robe. "You might be able to come off as a bishop, rather than just a wandering monk."
"A what?"
"Nevermind."
The villagers had obviously also had a problem with his less human features, so Aang came up with a solution that had Lysandra cackling, but which Chakravartin simply found acceptable. A giant fake beard. And giant hair in general. "You look like a dwarf." Lysandra said, laughing.
"Is a dwarf a human?" Chakravartin asked, neither amused nor unamused.
"Well, maybe you can just tell people you're a short human."
New outfits in hand, they tried their luck at the next town.
"Chakra, yes." Aang said, putting a hand on Chakravartin's shoulder.
The man who had come forward to speak with Aang narrowed his eyes, looking between the three. "... We don't want to cause trouble with Primes. Get whatever you need to do done, and leave. We won't give you any more trouble."
"Thank you." Aang said, smiling gratefully. Chakravartin was almost disgusted. These people were hostile and arrogant. But he supposed it wouldn't do to kill them after they had agreed to let them do business.
Aang took the lead, still being the only one in the group who the people of the town would even consider speaking openly with.
Lysandra, unfortunately, found that the town wasn't much better than the forest, in terms of lady's rooms. Camelot didn't have the nearly the level of technology or comfort that she had been used to in Coruscant. Chakravartin ended up having to summon one sufficiently space-aged in an alley. And while Aang's instincts were absolutely correct in identifying their strawberry season in the fields below, the villagers still proved... unwieldy.
"What do you mean that much for the entire box? That's- that's ridiculous!"
"You can pay it." the shopkeeper said to Lysandra, "You're with a Prime. They make money just by breathing."
"That has nothing to do with it!" Lysandra said, infuriated. Many of the shopkeepers simply had little desire to do business with foreigners. Aang had an air about him of kindness and understanding that could be felt no matter who it was who was looking, that let them know he was trustworthy. But Lysandra and Chakravartin, with their Empire technology, and being obviously inhuman, in Chakravartin's case, almost undid it.
As it was, they had been cheated at nearly every table. Not even Aang's love of haggling could get anyone back down to a more reasonable price.
By the time evening came, all three were heading back towards the barn where Aang had convinced a farmer to board and feed Appa with a promise of an entire new set of tools for farmwork. It was hard to do better than Prime-made, after all.
With six minutes worth of concentration from both Aang and Chakravartin, they left the farmer with his payment, and were off once more.
"Well, in order to avoid such a thing in the future," Chakravartin said, "I think more culturally accepted clothes are in order."
"I think I'm fine, for as long as we're in Camelot." Aang said, looking at his simple robes.
"That's probably true." Chakravartin admitted, before looking to Lysandra, "Any preferences in-" she quickly pulled out a tablet, something Aang didn't recognize, and pulled up a photo of a dress suitable for a princess.
"Please? I've kind of, um, been fantasizing about coming her for a while, and I was sure I was going to wear a princess' dress." she said, grinning, "Please?"
"Fine. Though it won't help us in trying to find cheaper prices in the next village we come across."
"Oh..."
"I can still make this, and something simpler." Chakravartin said, when Aang shot him a look, "It's no problem."
She perked up quickly, and Chakravartin set about making two outfits, one suitable for royalty, and one for a peasant. And after having done so, an idea began to blossom, "You know, Aang. It might help us if we could choose which part to look."
"What do you mean?"
"In one village we could be traveling peasants, in another, visiting royalty." Chakravartin said, "You never know, after all."
Aang grinned, it was dishonest, sure, but he enjoyed a good disguise. Fond memories of trying to come off as nobles and ending up becoming waiters in Ba Sing Se as a child came to mind. Chakravartin created two more sets for each of them, except Aang, who simply received a much fancier looking robe. "You might be able to come off as a bishop, rather than just a wandering monk."
"A what?"
"Nevermind."
The villagers had obviously also had a problem with his less human features, so Aang came up with a solution that had Lysandra cackling, but which Chakravartin simply found acceptable. A giant fake beard. And giant hair in general. "You look like a dwarf." Lysandra said, laughing.
"Is a dwarf a human?" Chakravartin asked, neither amused nor unamused.
"Well, maybe you can just tell people you're a short human."
New outfits in hand, they tried their luck at the next town.
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