@ctrldburn (1) "Well as far as I'm concerned, the existence of *your* zone is an unexpected turn of events. Yet, here we are. As for the Guardian authorizing my actions, it is Lamashtu the Royal General of zone Jupiter," he pauses.
@ctrldburn Flustered, he puts the ID back. "I, uhh… I mean-- To defend the zones against all enemies, foreign and domestic," he quotes diligently, standing straight. "...My apologies if this ID isn't valid in your zone, I did not end up here of my own volition."
@BanditElsen "This is... an acceptable exchange. I'll take a few pieces," Pilot smiles and takes out an appropriate amount of credits, putting them onto Bandit's open palm stiffly. You can notice his hand trembling a little, which he tries his best to hide. "T..thank you!"
@BanditElsen “…No, WAIT!” Pilot suddenly finds himself clutching at Bandit’s shirt. “Do you have any... any….. any caramel, per chance??”
Abruptly realizing his impulsive action, he lets go and promptly switches to searching for his wallet. “O..one moment..!”
@Elsen101 Oh no no! This looks like a lot of fun! It's just that I... tend to get a bit lost when I’m not given direct orders, I suppose. But, I shall try it!! *He rolls on the floor a little, then looks to the other Elsen for approval* ...is that how you do it?
Hmm, is that so? You’re rather suspicious, but it’s not like I haven’t trusted suspicious individuals before. Well, then, have you got any ammo? .357, please. A couple of Jokers, ten Silver fleshes. Should be enough for now. And, uh… I suppose there’s one last thing, but… umm…
@Elsen101 Gets down on the floor as well, first sitting, then lying back, and takes a deep breath. “This is kinda like... uhh, training, right? Roll left, then right, then left again?”
Woah!! ...You sure appear outta nowhere. Gave me a fright.
Are you... a merchant of some sort? Hmm, I'm not exactly sure you're gonna have what I need. But, I suppose there's no harm in taking a look, either way.