07-11-2017, 10:38 PM
Tearen walked slowly up to Ozal as the diminutive alien finished serving a small girl in a cape and her pet cat. Something about the girl's mind sparked a whiff of familiarity in the elder Prime's mind, but he decided to let it go for now. There was no need to go digging around the thoughts of young women to satiate a passing curiosity. As the juveniles walked away with their frozen confections, Tearen took a step closer to the Ferengi sweets peddler. His scalloped forehead was abuzz with thoughts of profit, money, greed, but not outright malevolence. A ruthless businessman, to be sure, but also fair. At least, as fair as anyone in sales could be. The Shadow let his sun-glassed eyes browse over the selection available in the small, chilled cart, and found himself smirking. Just because he was out of the circle of outer godhood didn't mean he couldn't mess with people on occasion.
"What's this one? Cumlump?"
The alien jumped slightly and glanced at a few passersby before clearing his throat politely.
"Ehm no. Chumlump."
Tearen nodded.
"Ah, I see. Chumphump."
"Chumlump!"
"Chunkfu-"
"How many scoops would you like, dear sir?" Ozal asked, his slurred words becoming even more desiccated as they passed over combination between a grin and a snarl.
"Just one, please. In a pretzel cone." Tearen said, beginning to dab a few mounds of Omnilium into his hands. The Ferengi's smile grew slightly more strained.
"I'm sorry, I'm not carrying pretzel cones currently."
Tearen feigned a small frown.
"Oh, well, can you check?"
Ozal blinked at the man. Was this human just incredibly thick, or was he earnestly trying to get on the businessman's nerves? If it was the latter, he was having an easy time of it. Still, if a game was afoot, the ferengi wouldn't allow his fluster to sate whatever bullying streak the dark-skinned human possessed. With a polite nod, Ozal slide open the door to the innards of his icecream stand, and was nearly driven to shouting when he spotted an unopened box of pretzel cones stored within. He knew that he had not stocked those; he kept meticulous track of all of his inventory! Ozal glanced up at the beaming, white-haired human and sighed as he scooped a dollop of chumlump into one of the salted cones. Tearen gripped the proffered tread and slapped a heavy wad of pure omnilium down on the counter in exchange. Ozal could not estimate how big the cannonball of raw power was worth, but it was enough to make him feel slightly feint.
"Primes..." he muttered, hastily shoving the priceless orb into his register.
Meanwhile, Tearen was enjoying the alien nature of his icecream. At first glance, it had a pleasant pink color, reminiscent of a strawberry or cherry base. It may very well have passed off as one of these staples, if not for the ragged chunks of offal half-buried in the frozen sweet. It was actually quite good, at least by the elder Prime's reckoning. He had a palate for the bizarre.
With slow decadence, the legendary prime eased himself back into his beach chair and took a passing lick of the chumlump. With his other hand, he flapped a newsprint sheet of crosswords and sudoke onto his other knee, and began to scratch in the tiny boxes while he did his real work within the depths of his mind...
"What's this one? Cumlump?"
The alien jumped slightly and glanced at a few passersby before clearing his throat politely.
"Ehm no. Chumlump."
Tearen nodded.
"Ah, I see. Chumphump."
"Chumlump!"
"Chunkfu-"
"How many scoops would you like, dear sir?" Ozal asked, his slurred words becoming even more desiccated as they passed over combination between a grin and a snarl.
"Just one, please. In a pretzel cone." Tearen said, beginning to dab a few mounds of Omnilium into his hands. The Ferengi's smile grew slightly more strained.
"I'm sorry, I'm not carrying pretzel cones currently."
Tearen feigned a small frown.
"Oh, well, can you check?"
Ozal blinked at the man. Was this human just incredibly thick, or was he earnestly trying to get on the businessman's nerves? If it was the latter, he was having an easy time of it. Still, if a game was afoot, the ferengi wouldn't allow his fluster to sate whatever bullying streak the dark-skinned human possessed. With a polite nod, Ozal slide open the door to the innards of his icecream stand, and was nearly driven to shouting when he spotted an unopened box of pretzel cones stored within. He knew that he had not stocked those; he kept meticulous track of all of his inventory! Ozal glanced up at the beaming, white-haired human and sighed as he scooped a dollop of chumlump into one of the salted cones. Tearen gripped the proffered tread and slapped a heavy wad of pure omnilium down on the counter in exchange. Ozal could not estimate how big the cannonball of raw power was worth, but it was enough to make him feel slightly feint.
"Primes..." he muttered, hastily shoving the priceless orb into his register.
Meanwhile, Tearen was enjoying the alien nature of his icecream. At first glance, it had a pleasant pink color, reminiscent of a strawberry or cherry base. It may very well have passed off as one of these staples, if not for the ragged chunks of offal half-buried in the frozen sweet. It was actually quite good, at least by the elder Prime's reckoning. He had a palate for the bizarre.
With slow decadence, the legendary prime eased himself back into his beach chair and took a passing lick of the chumlump. With his other hand, he flapped a newsprint sheet of crosswords and sudoke onto his other knee, and began to scratch in the tiny boxes while he did his real work within the depths of his mind...
Quote:Tearen is just kinda chilling and won't interact unless someone engages with him.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued