09-18-2015, 10:46 AM
Caira had crossed the Nexus calmly and ventured through the portal, sacrificing a little time to get to her next destination. The girl passed through the blank slate and merged into the next verse, a glittering, cold, and dreary bustle along with freshly frosted air nipping at her cheeks.
The Camelot soldier’s eyes slowly traced the immortal city, taking it all in. The prodigal pillars of buildings gleamed with wealth and beauty. They had both the lavish and grandiose decor of technology’s simple and pleasure-filled comforts. Strange forms of buzzing transport zoomed by overhead, humming like beetles before swiftly whipping tornadoes of spiraling air into the cascading walls. One figure emerged from the portal and nearly shoved the monk out of the way, “Why aren’t you taking a Sky-Taxi!” The male said into the black, two inch device in his ear; his expression soured by the complete ignorance of whomever he was speaking to and hailed one for himself.
The monk had been curious enough to visit the new land and now that she had, immediately she noticed the metro's refined sense of style. While it was flashing with glowing lights, howls of sirens, and the many murmurs of a thousand footsteps, it lacked something that she could not quite place. The thought remained as the word rolled like a top, spinning ungracefully on the tip of her tongue.
Purpose, perhaps that was the word. They were already - to her knowledge - dominating the Omniverse and surmounting Camelot with their sovereignty. “They” being the people of Coruscant, or perhaps simply the leader, dictator - or rather, Emperor - Palpatine, as she would come to know in the later findings of her adventures. The alarming sense of aspiration instilled in the individuals seemed to be lacking beyond their charismatic exterior.
Everyone’s shoes clicked hollow echoes against the ground.
CLICK! CLACK! CLICK!
But each made the same brisk sound. After a few moments of wondering how this could be, the Prime waved the thought away, the reason she was here was NOT to analyze the philosophies of these rogue mercenaries, but actually just to have a non-threatening look around at Camelot's competition.
The vibrant low hues of glistening city light flickered with curiosity, as if blinking at the arrival of someone who had never witnessed such exclusively elite technology. This thriving technology was the power of an economy that could be used to enrich, enforce, dominate, and assist the many verses. Coruscant, how was it’s potential being realized? To what extent of these had its fate been fulfilled? Of any of this, the technology-lacking monk hadn’t a clue.
...
Less than a day. That was the time it took for Caira to wander into a shop after being swept away by a beautiful melody of keyed piano music softly fall upon her ears. The interior of the store had no visible merchandise, and the walls glowed with light and small squares which she determined either stored the commodities or showed a three-dimensional picture of what item they were selling on a square screen.
Caira asked the woman, who in response, gave her a swooping and sizing gaze. A hinting smile lined her lips as the clerk determined the girl was a tourist and almost undeniably a Prime. Confidence streaked in every flamboyant gesture the woman could make. Everything in the store was sure to be considered a treasure to someone who looked like this tourist did: Uncollected. While Caira’s gushing dark attire didn’t exactly match the sleek theme of the city, that could be quickly fixed, the clerk was convinced she could make a sale to the the black clad Prime and began with the sale's pitched soliloquy on her store’s best designer attire.
“Oh, I actually just came in for the mus-”
“I have the perfect thing, wait here.”
The obedient Prime politely waited with a rather unsatisfactory expression crumpling her face. A strange looking suit was unveiled and it appeared as though it would fit only directly on top of her skin. “It’s even slightly reinforced for battle prone Primes.” The clerk’s informative voice fell on tone-deaf ears as she directed her gaze to the senselessly bewildered girl.
With a bit of persuasion, Caira tried it on.
The black fabric clung to her skin and then added heat to combat this chilly city climate, “Oh! That’s the temperature feature! It has a few settings, too hot and sunny for you? Cool down with this.” the stranger seemed to fiddle with it with tinkering fingers before finally the woman rested, her eyes beholding the glory of a completely "transformed" woman, now ready for the world.
Caira twisted an arm, and the fabric melded with her skin. It was lighter than air. It also felt like she was nude, an uncomfortable feeling for a monk who had never worn anything but a gown that was twelve sizes too big and[/] made for an all male monastery. “It’s called the Black-Zero. Or if you like nicknames [i]Celty. I sold one to a ninja from Tangled just the other day!” The pitching saleswoman continued with her banter, attempting to sell the luxury product, yet Caira, whom considered this extent of technology more sorcery than science, placed a tracing fingertip upon the thin fiber and glanced to the woman, raising concerns that it would not be a match to a sword that would meet her skin.
Deliberating its flexibility and with the help of the lady, Caira did a few tests to see if it would limit her movement in a challenging combat scenario. The sleek fabric covered her skin rather well and repelled, according to the woman, the most intense heat and would last longer in a furnace than most steel compounds. “It truly is elite technology, some call it the ultimate armor because its so thin, yet pliable AND durable.” Her eyes still fell over the thin seems in black, it was[i] a masterful piece of attire. Technological warfare even, and yet, Caira still harbored doubt.
Suddenly the woman pulled out a weak-looking carbine gun and shot her three times in the abdomen with blasts of energy rather than lead bullets. Caira gasped in belated horror as the suit absorbed the impact and left no scratches on the shining attractive mold.
“You could have killed me!” Caira seemed aghast and too quickly was her temperate neutrality set off.
“Oh you needn’t worry, you’re a [i]Prime after-all! And this... Just a prop.” The woman winked and during this time Caira stole the carbine and fired it at the window. Alarms sounded and the clerk grew frightful before her frazzled expression and frizzled hair quelled a bit.
After shaking off a few of the jitters and after procuring a remote, the woman clicked off the alarm and turned to the girl with her best game-face. “However with a little work, it'll protect you from fatal injuries with a built-in shock balancer.”
"Uh..." Caira was getting sick of the endless babble coming from the woman. Materialism seemed prioritized in this town, but the monk took this moment to be honest with the clerk, whose expression wrinkled with disgust after the Prime spoke the following words, “I was interested in the music playing when I entered this store.” Caira persisted, “Not in buying something with technology I can barely fathom.”
“Oh? You enjoy classical? Surprising.” The snarky woman looked at Caira’s previous troglodyte -esque attire, laid on a table and thought differently. “Yes, you’re not from around here are you?” the cheery woman stated the facts, enjoying them with a flaunting, haughty annoyance.
“Will you-” Caira began before the woman pulled out a shiny looking MP3 player, with headphones and earbuds.
“This is a device that plays music. Its also waterproof!”
The Prime blinked. She expected an instrument that produced sound to be bigger than a lute. Reading the monk's flummoxed expression, she continued, “Ah, but it is bigger on the inside.”
Plopping the two white cords in her ears, Caira’s jaw dropped to show that she was astounded. What the woman had said was true and never had she heard a more beautiful sound than Tchaikovsky. It was a soothing symphonic rhythm, ringing with its ups and downs and conducted by a wonderful symphony of carefully place cues.
"If you buy the suit, you can have the Ipod for free."
Inevitably, Caira ended up purchasing the sleek upgraded attire and as promised, the music player was a ‘free gift’ now stored it in her out of place satchel that was still heavy with the weight of books. Before she left the store, the lady explained some of the built-in gadgets of the suit before sending off her victim. The Prime was happy to have found the place, because not only did the saleswoman explain some of the mechanisms involved in the city's technology she also had explained it in a very simple way, easy enough for someone that was 'living under a rock' could understand. Information and secrets were practically their own currency in Coruscant, at least, for people with social or political positions, the woman had mentioned and told Caira that she looked very attractive in her new attire on her way out of the doors.
The Camelot soldier’s eyes slowly traced the immortal city, taking it all in. The prodigal pillars of buildings gleamed with wealth and beauty. They had both the lavish and grandiose decor of technology’s simple and pleasure-filled comforts. Strange forms of buzzing transport zoomed by overhead, humming like beetles before swiftly whipping tornadoes of spiraling air into the cascading walls. One figure emerged from the portal and nearly shoved the monk out of the way, “Why aren’t you taking a Sky-Taxi!” The male said into the black, two inch device in his ear; his expression soured by the complete ignorance of whomever he was speaking to and hailed one for himself.
The monk had been curious enough to visit the new land and now that she had, immediately she noticed the metro's refined sense of style. While it was flashing with glowing lights, howls of sirens, and the many murmurs of a thousand footsteps, it lacked something that she could not quite place. The thought remained as the word rolled like a top, spinning ungracefully on the tip of her tongue.
Purpose, perhaps that was the word. They were already - to her knowledge - dominating the Omniverse and surmounting Camelot with their sovereignty. “They” being the people of Coruscant, or perhaps simply the leader, dictator - or rather, Emperor - Palpatine, as she would come to know in the later findings of her adventures. The alarming sense of aspiration instilled in the individuals seemed to be lacking beyond their charismatic exterior.
Everyone’s shoes clicked hollow echoes against the ground.
CLICK! CLACK! CLICK!
But each made the same brisk sound. After a few moments of wondering how this could be, the Prime waved the thought away, the reason she was here was NOT to analyze the philosophies of these rogue mercenaries, but actually just to have a non-threatening look around at Camelot's competition.
The vibrant low hues of glistening city light flickered with curiosity, as if blinking at the arrival of someone who had never witnessed such exclusively elite technology. This thriving technology was the power of an economy that could be used to enrich, enforce, dominate, and assist the many verses. Coruscant, how was it’s potential being realized? To what extent of these had its fate been fulfilled? Of any of this, the technology-lacking monk hadn’t a clue.
...
Less than a day. That was the time it took for Caira to wander into a shop after being swept away by a beautiful melody of keyed piano music softly fall upon her ears. The interior of the store had no visible merchandise, and the walls glowed with light and small squares which she determined either stored the commodities or showed a three-dimensional picture of what item they were selling on a square screen.
Caira asked the woman, who in response, gave her a swooping and sizing gaze. A hinting smile lined her lips as the clerk determined the girl was a tourist and almost undeniably a Prime. Confidence streaked in every flamboyant gesture the woman could make. Everything in the store was sure to be considered a treasure to someone who looked like this tourist did: Uncollected. While Caira’s gushing dark attire didn’t exactly match the sleek theme of the city, that could be quickly fixed, the clerk was convinced she could make a sale to the the black clad Prime and began with the sale's pitched soliloquy on her store’s best designer attire.
“Oh, I actually just came in for the mus-”
“I have the perfect thing, wait here.”
The obedient Prime politely waited with a rather unsatisfactory expression crumpling her face. A strange looking suit was unveiled and it appeared as though it would fit only directly on top of her skin. “It’s even slightly reinforced for battle prone Primes.” The clerk’s informative voice fell on tone-deaf ears as she directed her gaze to the senselessly bewildered girl.
With a bit of persuasion, Caira tried it on.
The black fabric clung to her skin and then added heat to combat this chilly city climate, “Oh! That’s the temperature feature! It has a few settings, too hot and sunny for you? Cool down with this.” the stranger seemed to fiddle with it with tinkering fingers before finally the woman rested, her eyes beholding the glory of a completely "transformed" woman, now ready for the world.
Caira twisted an arm, and the fabric melded with her skin. It was lighter than air. It also felt like she was nude, an uncomfortable feeling for a monk who had never worn anything but a gown that was twelve sizes too big and[/] made for an all male monastery. “It’s called the Black-Zero. Or if you like nicknames [i]Celty. I sold one to a ninja from Tangled just the other day!” The pitching saleswoman continued with her banter, attempting to sell the luxury product, yet Caira, whom considered this extent of technology more sorcery than science, placed a tracing fingertip upon the thin fiber and glanced to the woman, raising concerns that it would not be a match to a sword that would meet her skin.
Deliberating its flexibility and with the help of the lady, Caira did a few tests to see if it would limit her movement in a challenging combat scenario. The sleek fabric covered her skin rather well and repelled, according to the woman, the most intense heat and would last longer in a furnace than most steel compounds. “It truly is elite technology, some call it the ultimate armor because its so thin, yet pliable AND durable.” Her eyes still fell over the thin seems in black, it was[i] a masterful piece of attire. Technological warfare even, and yet, Caira still harbored doubt.
Suddenly the woman pulled out a weak-looking carbine gun and shot her three times in the abdomen with blasts of energy rather than lead bullets. Caira gasped in belated horror as the suit absorbed the impact and left no scratches on the shining attractive mold.
“You could have killed me!” Caira seemed aghast and too quickly was her temperate neutrality set off.
“Oh you needn’t worry, you’re a [i]Prime after-all! And this... Just a prop.” The woman winked and during this time Caira stole the carbine and fired it at the window. Alarms sounded and the clerk grew frightful before her frazzled expression and frizzled hair quelled a bit.
After shaking off a few of the jitters and after procuring a remote, the woman clicked off the alarm and turned to the girl with her best game-face. “However with a little work, it'll protect you from fatal injuries with a built-in shock balancer.”
"Uh..." Caira was getting sick of the endless babble coming from the woman. Materialism seemed prioritized in this town, but the monk took this moment to be honest with the clerk, whose expression wrinkled with disgust after the Prime spoke the following words, “I was interested in the music playing when I entered this store.” Caira persisted, “Not in buying something with technology I can barely fathom.”
“Oh? You enjoy classical? Surprising.” The snarky woman looked at Caira’s previous troglodyte -esque attire, laid on a table and thought differently. “Yes, you’re not from around here are you?” the cheery woman stated the facts, enjoying them with a flaunting, haughty annoyance.
“Will you-” Caira began before the woman pulled out a shiny looking MP3 player, with headphones and earbuds.
“This is a device that plays music. Its also waterproof!”
The Prime blinked. She expected an instrument that produced sound to be bigger than a lute. Reading the monk's flummoxed expression, she continued, “Ah, but it is bigger on the inside.”
Plopping the two white cords in her ears, Caira’s jaw dropped to show that she was astounded. What the woman had said was true and never had she heard a more beautiful sound than Tchaikovsky. It was a soothing symphonic rhythm, ringing with its ups and downs and conducted by a wonderful symphony of carefully place cues.
"If you buy the suit, you can have the Ipod for free."
Inevitably, Caira ended up purchasing the sleek upgraded attire and as promised, the music player was a ‘free gift’ now stored it in her out of place satchel that was still heavy with the weight of books. Before she left the store, the lady explained some of the built-in gadgets of the suit before sending off her victim. The Prime was happy to have found the place, because not only did the saleswoman explain some of the mechanisms involved in the city's technology she also had explained it in a very simple way, easy enough for someone that was 'living under a rock' could understand. Information and secrets were practically their own currency in Coruscant, at least, for people with social or political positions, the woman had mentioned and told Caira that she looked very attractive in her new attire on her way out of the doors.
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