Forsythe-Marcus starts thinking bad on traders.
-Isam comes in on a caravan. Marcus is dumb.
-Isam comes in on a caravan. Marcus is dumb.
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He was lucky he bit his tongue. Marcus knew the colors of that caravan coming in. He knew what he said about traders, but Isam was another story entirely. He could almost say that Isam was a friend of his. Marucs didn't have many friends, but he believed that he respected Isam to that sort of level, and hoped that the leader of a completely new and successful civilization felt the same.
Just like those in the city, Marcus kept tabs on Isam and his other friends. Something about his just seemed more... alive. He may have had a hardened soul like every else, but what divided Isam from Ravenia and himself was the fact that he had life in his eyes, something Marcus didn't seem to remember years ago.
Indeed, it had been a while, and while Marcus said nothing to the man, he did nod and smile back at him out of respect, closing the gate behind his caravan. Marcus looked to Sasha, then Ravenia, and finally Isam. A melancholic smile graced his face as he remembered the past. Life had not gotten much harder, but it didn't get easier in the least. Life gave and took away, balancing the good with the bad. While new people came in, others left. New settlements, more area to keep track of and defend until it can defend itself.
Just like those in the city, Marcus kept tabs on Isam and his other friends. Something about his just seemed more... alive. He may have had a hardened soul like every else, but what divided Isam from Ravenia and himself was the fact that he had life in his eyes, something Marcus didn't seem to remember years ago.
Indeed, it had been a while, and while Marcus said nothing to the man, he did nod and smile back at him out of respect, closing the gate behind his caravan. Marcus looked to Sasha, then Ravenia, and finally Isam. A melancholic smile graced his face as he remembered the past. Life had not gotten much harder, but it didn't get easier in the least. Life gave and took away, balancing the good with the bad. While new people came in, others left. New settlements, more area to keep track of and defend until it can defend itself.
Poor Sklog. We'll get you fixed yet buddy.
Prism let out a panicked grunt, worried for the life of the dinobot over her shoulders. Sklog wasn't putting her mind at ease, and neither was Nightscream with her explanation of how the poison worked through his body. If nightscream's entrance into the sublevel was of any indication, the shaft was probable inoperable at the moment.
"Hold him up, I want to check something." Prism told Turbulence, snaking out from underneath Sklog to inspect the elevator shaft. It was just as she thought. With a dark chuckle, she looked to the three other bots as she pulled something out of a hidden compartment in her back. "So. Back down to the operating room? Or is there something in one of the higher sub-levels that can fix this?"
"Either way... I always wanted to blow up a decepticon base..."
"Hold him up, I want to check something." Prism told Turbulence, snaking out from underneath Sklog to inspect the elevator shaft. It was just as she thought. With a dark chuckle, she looked to the three other bots as she pulled something out of a hidden compartment in her back. "So. Back down to the operating room? Or is there something in one of the higher sub-levels that can fix this?"
"Either way... I always wanted to blow up a decepticon base..."
Chalcopyrite's attack seemed to have been a success. The gem mutant had poofed out of existence, leaving only it's gem. The impact of the crash was not enough to make Chal split in two, thankfully enough, but it was not the softest landing that she ever had.
She hit the floor and tumbled to a halt, laying on her back and facing up to the sky. "Well." She said to herself. "Now that the mutant is dealt with, I need to find the commander." She stood up and looked around, hoping that those other gems would be able to direct her up the chair of command to Bloodstone, or at the very least, whoever was acting for him in this battle.
She hit the floor and tumbled to a halt, laying on her back and facing up to the sky. "Well." She said to herself. "Now that the mutant is dealt with, I need to find the commander." She stood up and looked around, hoping that those other gems would be able to direct her up the chair of command to Bloodstone, or at the very least, whoever was acting for him in this battle.
@ForsytheAs far as blackarachnia goes, she has served her part. Maybe she'll come back, maybe not, we'll have to see. But as of right now, you're good.
Ravenia was right, and after the trader had made their entrance, Marcus had gone back to his work in making sure all of the lines were secure. "Yeah." His gravely voice sounded out the single word to the leader of the city. Even if they were to pass through the gates a thousand times, they were still just as likely to turn on the city as the first time they had come in. Traders were the least likely to actually earn trust within the city. They talked to too many people, made too many deals to be fully trustworthy.
Even if he didn't give Sasha full trust, he did respect the man and what he had been doing since his arrival, and was thankful that he could step in whenever Ravenia needed him there. Even if he wasn't aware of it, Marcus had been keeping tabs on all of the newcomers in the city since the Three-day war. He didn't invade their privacy to get his information, but simple observed when they were around him to take notes.
With the last of the lines done, Marcus planted his feet into the ground and looked about, wondering if there was anything else that needed to be fixed or worked on. He didn't have any projects going on at the moment, somehow, but there was always something to do, and something to inspire him to make something new.
Even if he didn't give Sasha full trust, he did respect the man and what he had been doing since his arrival, and was thankful that he could step in whenever Ravenia needed him there. Even if he wasn't aware of it, Marcus had been keeping tabs on all of the newcomers in the city since the Three-day war. He didn't invade their privacy to get his information, but simple observed when they were around him to take notes.
With the last of the lines done, Marcus planted his feet into the ground and looked about, wondering if there was anything else that needed to be fixed or worked on. He didn't have any projects going on at the moment, somehow, but there was always something to do, and something to inspire him to make something new.
Ohhhhhhhhhh clo returns!
edited since I forgot to move our favorite arachnid
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