Karst heard the slight rumble before it came and reached out a hand to steady Marona as the shop floor trembled beneath them, some rubble and debris fell on both their heads (not enough to hurt anyone seriously, but not comfortable, either), and the entire shop groaned with the effort of staying together. It was a familiar sensation, much to the Prox-girl's surprise, almost exactly like Felix's Quake Sphere Psynergy (which she had felt more than once at Jupiter Lighthouse), directed not at her, but powerful enough and with a wide enough range to affect her nonetheless.
An artificially-triggered earthquake? Or... another Adept?!
The thought was much more effective at nearly flooring the nimble scythe-wielder than the quake was. If there was another Adept here, then there was some possibility she could go home! Home-- home to Weyard, home to Prox... home to KILL ISAAC.
But what about Marona? Karst had become quite fond of the green-haired Southerner in the brief time they'd known each other. Leaving her here, in this strange world where there were deliberate earthquakes and strange white monsters, was definitely not an option, but if Marona's friend Ash was here, then niether was spiriting the girl away to Weyard.
"Hey!" she snapped abruptly at the two brothers. "Do you think you could fortify the building?! Otherwise it'll fall on all of us, and I don't have enough Psynergy to hold it up myself!" Enemies or no, they were all in danger here, and sometimes a greater threat was all that was needed to turn enemies into allies... or turn them back into allies.
She also proceeded to flip some coin at the lady clerk, snatching up a few rounds of cheese and two loaves of bread. "Forty coin for the system, twenty for the food. Is that suitable?" She no longer cared about bitching at the woman, she wanted out of this store as quickly as possible, despite the menace of the white creatures.
The woman had completely forgotten how much she was supposed to be charging Karst for the voice recognition system, had forgotten she even had a feud with the Proxian, and she tossed ten of the coins back, saying as she did, "It only costs thirty!" Which was a lie, as it really only cost twenty, and she slipped the extra ten into her pockets when no one was looking. "I'll need your journal, then, miss!"
Karst turned over her journal and recieved it back a moment later with two small attachments.
"You talk into the microphone here," pointed the lady, "and this button enables the journal to voice the entries and replies of others back to you. Thanks for buying from Auntie Unde's-- we sell everything but!" She chuckled at her own little joke, then shook with the building at an aftershock from the strange quake.
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(OOC: And Karst gets back to her "kill Isaac" fixation and back to business, and apparently she's quite interested in finding out where that quake came from... X-| And the lady has bad humor, and proves to be merely greedy rather than malicious.)
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An artificially-triggered earthquake? Or... another Adept?!
The thought was much more effective at nearly flooring the nimble scythe-wielder than the quake was. If there was another Adept here, then there was some possibility she could go home! Home-- home to Weyard, home to Prox... home to KILL ISAAC.
But what about Marona? Karst had become quite fond of the green-haired Southerner in the brief time they'd known each other. Leaving her here, in this strange world where there were deliberate earthquakes and strange white monsters, was definitely not an option, but if Marona's friend Ash was here, then niether was spiriting the girl away to Weyard.
"Hey!" she snapped abruptly at the two brothers. "Do you think you could fortify the building?! Otherwise it'll fall on all of us, and I don't have enough Psynergy to hold it up myself!" Enemies or no, they were all in danger here, and sometimes a greater threat was all that was needed to turn enemies into allies... or turn them back into allies.
She also proceeded to flip some coin at the lady clerk, snatching up a few rounds of cheese and two loaves of bread. "Forty coin for the system, twenty for the food. Is that suitable?" She no longer cared about bitching at the woman, she wanted out of this store as quickly as possible, despite the menace of the white creatures.
The woman had completely forgotten how much she was supposed to be charging Karst for the voice recognition system, had forgotten she even had a feud with the Proxian, and she tossed ten of the coins back, saying as she did, "It only costs thirty!" Which was a lie, as it really only cost twenty, and she slipped the extra ten into her pockets when no one was looking. "I'll need your journal, then, miss!"
Karst turned over her journal and recieved it back a moment later with two small attachments.
"You talk into the microphone here," pointed the lady, "and this button enables the journal to voice the entries and replies of others back to you. Thanks for buying from Auntie Unde's-- we sell everything but!" She chuckled at her own little joke, then shook with the building at an aftershock from the strange quake.
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(OOC: And Karst gets back to her "kill Isaac" fixation and back to business, and apparently she's quite interested in finding out where that quake came from... X-| And the lady has bad humor, and proves to be merely greedy rather than malicious.)