Post by Baalbatos on Mar 13, 2016 8:39:02 GMT -5
(Thread PL: 13,773)
(Heavy weights on!)
Baalbatos strode around his ship, the mass of his weights making his steps heavy and plodding, inspecting it. Nearby stood Xun Sun, the human man that Baalbatos called his contact. The man looked smug, proud, standing there with his arms crossed and stance prideful. Baalbatos had hired the Earthling to make some… modifications to his ship. The Earthling was a master craftsman and a businessman to boot. When Baalbatos had thought to convert part of his ship to a storefront, Baalbatos knew he was just the man to call. Baalbatos had met Xun Sun the first time he had come to Earth. Baalbatos and the Earthling had met in a crowded Earth bar, and gotten to talking by chance. As it turned out, the Earthling had many qualities that Baalbatos appreciated: he was crafty, talented, and unscrupulous. The perfect contact for a demon, particularly one that was concerned with making great things for himself. So, the two had kept in contact, waiting for the day Baalbatos returned to Earth and had need of him. And now, Baalbatos did.
“It looks… the same, Xun Sun. I thought you were converting this to a shop,” said Baalbatos, quietly.
“Ah ah, Baalbatos. Looks can be deceiving. Allow me to show you!” Exclaimed the Earthling, pulling a remote from his pocket and pointing it at the ship. “You see, Baalbatos,” continued Xun Sun, “If you press this button here, the side of the ship unfolds to reveal a store front. Here, allow me to demonstrate.”
Xun Sun tapped at the remote, and the ship began to whir with mechanical noise. And slowly, the ship began to unfold, electronics and mechanics taking the form of a small building that came from the ship. And then it was done. Baalbatos whistled, impressed. Xun Sun truly knew what he was doing with these mechanics. The Earthling man was a genius, at least in Baalbatos’s mind. Who else but a genius could get this idea to work?
“Excellent work as usual, Xun Sun. You always manage to impress. So, how much do I owe you for your work?” The demon asked, not yet taking his eyes from his ship.
“Well,” began Xun Sun, “I still need to work that out. I’ll send the invoice to one of your people later, if that's alright.”
Baalbatos nodded, waving a hand as he spike, “Yes, yes, that’ll do well enough. Though I wish you were one of my people, Xun Sun.”
Xun Sun grinned and scratched the back of his head. “You flatter me, Baalbatos. But I am but a humble businessman, not good enough for your service.”
Baalbatos shook his head and reached out to pat the man on the back. “Nonsense,” exclaimed Baalbatos, “Your mind would take you far. You are among the brightest people I know.”
“You’re very kind, Baalbatos, but I think my lack of strength would make for a serious issue, especially among your kind,” said the Earthling with a small chortle.
“Why yes, I suppose that might be an issue,” admitted Baalbatos, “But still, consider it, will you? I'm always on the prowl for new talent.”
Xun Sun sighed and grinned. “I’ll consider it. But only because you're my favorite client,” said the Earthling with a chuckle. The man’s face grew serious and he reached out and grabbed Baalbatos by the shoulder. “Speaking of business, I have an offer for you.”
Baalbatos raised an eyebrow and grinned eagerly. An offer? How he loved those. Perhaps it would be like one of those special sales the Earthlings were fond of. “Oh,” exclaimed Baalbatos, “Do tell. Don't keep me waiting.”
Xun Sun grinned. “Well,” he began, “A few months ago, one of my usual sellers brought me something rather strange. It was a rather large, ornate chest crafted from some unearthly metal. When I asked him where he got it, he simply replied ‘the west’. In business, you quickly learn not to pursue unnecessary questions, of course. Now, I thought to myself that I could likely sell this chest for a pretty penny.”
“Ah,” sounded Baalbatos, ,So, you're trying to sell me used furniture.”
“Now, now, not so fast,” cautioned his associate, “I'm not done. Imagine my surprise when I go to move the chest and I feel the insides move as I lift it. Mt first thoughts are treasure, so of course, I try to open it. But I can't. So, I contact an associate of mine, one who specializes in opening things meant to be closed. And after several sleepless nights on both of our parts, it finally opens. But imagine my surprise and disappointment when I look inside my chest and find nothing but a dozen rolled up scrolls. I was hoping for gems and precious metals, not scrolls.”
“I see,” said Baalbatos, slightly intrigued.
“I’m not boring you, am I? Because I am getting to the point. You see, out of curiosity, I opened the damn things, only to find out I can't read them. They're in some strange script I’ve never seen before. And for a moment, I just about lost my mind. I was furious, having wasted my time. But then you came to mind,” he explained, “I know how you love your baubles and curiosities, so I thought I would give you first chance to buy.”
“They certainly sound interesting,b admitted Baalbatos, “But how much do you want for them?”
The Earthling looked at him and hummed, “Hmm, I'm not quite sure. How about I give them to you and we can agree you owe me one, alright?”
Baalbatos regarded him curiously. How strange, he thought, a gift and one from a business man. And while he would we him a favor, Baalbatos was wary. But his curiosity was still piqued.
“I think that sounds fair. Shake on it?” Asked Baalbatos as he extended his hand.
“A deal then,” said Xun Sun, gripping the demonic hand, “I’ll bring them by later.”
Baalbatos grinned and looked the man up and down, searching for any clue as to his motive. And as he searched, the demon’s eyes fell on a long cut running up the Earthlings arm. Baalbatos tutted. He’d not seen it before.
“A wound?” Said Baalbatos, “Allow me to mend that.”
Baalbatos reached out with his other hand, magic dancing at his finger tips. The demon had never done any healing before, but he’d seen it done, and was familiar with the theory behind such magics. It was for helping, he reminded himself, not hurting. And in his mind’s eye, he was already working on it. Magic was equal parts power, imagination, and will. And Baalbatos liked to think he had all of those qualities in staggering amounts.
A red mist drifted from the wound and slowly it began to sizzle shut, the flesh fusing back together as if it had never been split. Xun Sun looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, quite the trick, Baalbatos. You could make money off that. I thank you,” said the Earthling.
“It’s no trouble, Xun Sun. I take care of my associates. I should be thanking you, both for your work and a chance at these strange scrolls.”
“Yes, well, I would rather see them moved than see them sit. And if anyone might find a use, it will be you.”
Baalbatos grinned, a mischievous light dancing in his silvery eyes. “I can find a use for anythin,” he said proudly.
Or anyone, he thought just as proudly.
(Attempting to learn [ST-1] Demonic Healing! Also, I'll take PL with heavy weights and LMB! Thank you!)
(Heavy weights on!)
Baalbatos strode around his ship, the mass of his weights making his steps heavy and plodding, inspecting it. Nearby stood Xun Sun, the human man that Baalbatos called his contact. The man looked smug, proud, standing there with his arms crossed and stance prideful. Baalbatos had hired the Earthling to make some… modifications to his ship. The Earthling was a master craftsman and a businessman to boot. When Baalbatos had thought to convert part of his ship to a storefront, Baalbatos knew he was just the man to call. Baalbatos had met Xun Sun the first time he had come to Earth. Baalbatos and the Earthling had met in a crowded Earth bar, and gotten to talking by chance. As it turned out, the Earthling had many qualities that Baalbatos appreciated: he was crafty, talented, and unscrupulous. The perfect contact for a demon, particularly one that was concerned with making great things for himself. So, the two had kept in contact, waiting for the day Baalbatos returned to Earth and had need of him. And now, Baalbatos did.
“It looks… the same, Xun Sun. I thought you were converting this to a shop,” said Baalbatos, quietly.
“Ah ah, Baalbatos. Looks can be deceiving. Allow me to show you!” Exclaimed the Earthling, pulling a remote from his pocket and pointing it at the ship. “You see, Baalbatos,” continued Xun Sun, “If you press this button here, the side of the ship unfolds to reveal a store front. Here, allow me to demonstrate.”
Xun Sun tapped at the remote, and the ship began to whir with mechanical noise. And slowly, the ship began to unfold, electronics and mechanics taking the form of a small building that came from the ship. And then it was done. Baalbatos whistled, impressed. Xun Sun truly knew what he was doing with these mechanics. The Earthling man was a genius, at least in Baalbatos’s mind. Who else but a genius could get this idea to work?
“Excellent work as usual, Xun Sun. You always manage to impress. So, how much do I owe you for your work?” The demon asked, not yet taking his eyes from his ship.
“Well,” began Xun Sun, “I still need to work that out. I’ll send the invoice to one of your people later, if that's alright.”
Baalbatos nodded, waving a hand as he spike, “Yes, yes, that’ll do well enough. Though I wish you were one of my people, Xun Sun.”
Xun Sun grinned and scratched the back of his head. “You flatter me, Baalbatos. But I am but a humble businessman, not good enough for your service.”
Baalbatos shook his head and reached out to pat the man on the back. “Nonsense,” exclaimed Baalbatos, “Your mind would take you far. You are among the brightest people I know.”
“You’re very kind, Baalbatos, but I think my lack of strength would make for a serious issue, especially among your kind,” said the Earthling with a small chortle.
“Why yes, I suppose that might be an issue,” admitted Baalbatos, “But still, consider it, will you? I'm always on the prowl for new talent.”
Xun Sun sighed and grinned. “I’ll consider it. But only because you're my favorite client,” said the Earthling with a chuckle. The man’s face grew serious and he reached out and grabbed Baalbatos by the shoulder. “Speaking of business, I have an offer for you.”
Baalbatos raised an eyebrow and grinned eagerly. An offer? How he loved those. Perhaps it would be like one of those special sales the Earthlings were fond of. “Oh,” exclaimed Baalbatos, “Do tell. Don't keep me waiting.”
Xun Sun grinned. “Well,” he began, “A few months ago, one of my usual sellers brought me something rather strange. It was a rather large, ornate chest crafted from some unearthly metal. When I asked him where he got it, he simply replied ‘the west’. In business, you quickly learn not to pursue unnecessary questions, of course. Now, I thought to myself that I could likely sell this chest for a pretty penny.”
“Ah,” sounded Baalbatos, ,So, you're trying to sell me used furniture.”
“Now, now, not so fast,” cautioned his associate, “I'm not done. Imagine my surprise when I go to move the chest and I feel the insides move as I lift it. Mt first thoughts are treasure, so of course, I try to open it. But I can't. So, I contact an associate of mine, one who specializes in opening things meant to be closed. And after several sleepless nights on both of our parts, it finally opens. But imagine my surprise and disappointment when I look inside my chest and find nothing but a dozen rolled up scrolls. I was hoping for gems and precious metals, not scrolls.”
“I see,” said Baalbatos, slightly intrigued.
“I’m not boring you, am I? Because I am getting to the point. You see, out of curiosity, I opened the damn things, only to find out I can't read them. They're in some strange script I’ve never seen before. And for a moment, I just about lost my mind. I was furious, having wasted my time. But then you came to mind,” he explained, “I know how you love your baubles and curiosities, so I thought I would give you first chance to buy.”
“They certainly sound interesting,b admitted Baalbatos, “But how much do you want for them?”
The Earthling looked at him and hummed, “Hmm, I'm not quite sure. How about I give them to you and we can agree you owe me one, alright?”
Baalbatos regarded him curiously. How strange, he thought, a gift and one from a business man. And while he would we him a favor, Baalbatos was wary. But his curiosity was still piqued.
“I think that sounds fair. Shake on it?” Asked Baalbatos as he extended his hand.
“A deal then,” said Xun Sun, gripping the demonic hand, “I’ll bring them by later.”
Baalbatos grinned and looked the man up and down, searching for any clue as to his motive. And as he searched, the demon’s eyes fell on a long cut running up the Earthlings arm. Baalbatos tutted. He’d not seen it before.
“A wound?” Said Baalbatos, “Allow me to mend that.”
Baalbatos reached out with his other hand, magic dancing at his finger tips. The demon had never done any healing before, but he’d seen it done, and was familiar with the theory behind such magics. It was for helping, he reminded himself, not hurting. And in his mind’s eye, he was already working on it. Magic was equal parts power, imagination, and will. And Baalbatos liked to think he had all of those qualities in staggering amounts.
A red mist drifted from the wound and slowly it began to sizzle shut, the flesh fusing back together as if it had never been split. Xun Sun looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, quite the trick, Baalbatos. You could make money off that. I thank you,” said the Earthling.
“It’s no trouble, Xun Sun. I take care of my associates. I should be thanking you, both for your work and a chance at these strange scrolls.”
“Yes, well, I would rather see them moved than see them sit. And if anyone might find a use, it will be you.”
Baalbatos grinned, a mischievous light dancing in his silvery eyes. “I can find a use for anythin,” he said proudly.
Or anyone, he thought just as proudly.
(Attempting to learn [ST-1] Demonic Healing! Also, I'll take PL with heavy weights and LMB! Thank you!)
