Two-Bit Con Artist
Cybros
Outer Bizarre
Cybros was as different from Chaldea as a planet could be, Kuzo decided. He had tried to pause after scampering out of the star port to see it, have that specific moment on each planet he went to, where he stood with his paws on his hips, surveying the sights and weighing it in some way or another but as he went to place his paws-
WHUMP
A heavy footed boot came down and he had to scamper frantically to the left in order to avoid ending his new adventure all too soon.
WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP
The crowded street was an absolutely terrifying place for a Nezumi. Hundreds, maybe thousands (if Kuzo could have counted that high, which was a very optimistic assumption from anyone), of sentients of all sorts, humans, rodians, and half a dozen others he'd never seen before in his LIFE just went stomping around without a care for the smaller creature beneath their feet. If they even noticed him! By the time he'd gotten to a safe overhang above a storm drain he was panting, wide eyed and clutching his tail- which had almost been stomped to smithereens!- close to his chest.
After calming down, Kuzo much more carefully crept along the edge of the wall, peering about for several things he was going to need. Cybros had been kind to him, or at least, he had a couple of credit chits tucked away in his rucksack on his back now anyway, holding various amounts, and a few trinkets as well. But none of those would do HERE, he realized. He'd need something that could grab ATTENTION. Something that would make someone thick with greed to own it.
Kuzo needed another BOX
*****
Several hours later....
Kuzo stomped around a little too now. It wasn't the heavy WHUMP of the larger too-bigs, but instead a soft and clearly vexed fwp fwp fwp of smaller, unshoed mouse feet on the duracrete.
He hadn't even gotten to try out how the words 'I think I will like it here!' sounded before he discovered that, at least for now, he very much did NOT like it here. How was it possible to not find a good box? HONESTLY. Kuzo huffed to himself. He HAD found something.... weird. He had no idea what it was, but he was currently dragging it behind him on a scrap of old fabric. Some kind of mechanical piece. It didn't really matter though, did it? What it was? What only mattered was what someone THOUGHT it was.
Without a box, he didn't think he could pull off the old con. Which was a shame. But for now he could at least set up on a corner in the market, under the edge of someone else's stall. On Chaldea he'd managed to snag a bit of charcoal from a vender selling grilled vegetables on sticks, and he used this to create his sign. Kuzo agonized over what to write there, but eventually he settled on something, and carefully hung it up on the bottom of the stand behind him.
Sekrit Special- One Time Onley! - Get it whil it Lasts!
He was very proud of the sign, actually. He hadn't even had to cross out anything.
Mercy
Outer Bizarre
Cybros was as different from Chaldea as a planet could be, Kuzo decided. He had tried to pause after scampering out of the star port to see it, have that specific moment on each planet he went to, where he stood with his paws on his hips, surveying the sights and weighing it in some way or another but as he went to place his paws-
WHUMP
A heavy footed boot came down and he had to scamper frantically to the left in order to avoid ending his new adventure all too soon.
WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP
The crowded street was an absolutely terrifying place for a Nezumi. Hundreds, maybe thousands (if Kuzo could have counted that high, which was a very optimistic assumption from anyone), of sentients of all sorts, humans, rodians, and half a dozen others he'd never seen before in his LIFE just went stomping around without a care for the smaller creature beneath their feet. If they even noticed him! By the time he'd gotten to a safe overhang above a storm drain he was panting, wide eyed and clutching his tail- which had almost been stomped to smithereens!- close to his chest.
After calming down, Kuzo much more carefully crept along the edge of the wall, peering about for several things he was going to need. Cybros had been kind to him, or at least, he had a couple of credit chits tucked away in his rucksack on his back now anyway, holding various amounts, and a few trinkets as well. But none of those would do HERE, he realized. He'd need something that could grab ATTENTION. Something that would make someone thick with greed to own it.
Kuzo needed another BOX
*****
Several hours later....
Kuzo stomped around a little too now. It wasn't the heavy WHUMP of the larger too-bigs, but instead a soft and clearly vexed fwp fwp fwp of smaller, unshoed mouse feet on the duracrete.
He hadn't even gotten to try out how the words 'I think I will like it here!' sounded before he discovered that, at least for now, he very much did NOT like it here. How was it possible to not find a good box? HONESTLY. Kuzo huffed to himself. He HAD found something.... weird. He had no idea what it was, but he was currently dragging it behind him on a scrap of old fabric. Some kind of mechanical piece. It didn't really matter though, did it? What it was? What only mattered was what someone THOUGHT it was.
Without a box, he didn't think he could pull off the old con. Which was a shame. But for now he could at least set up on a corner in the market, under the edge of someone else's stall. On Chaldea he'd managed to snag a bit of charcoal from a vender selling grilled vegetables on sticks, and he used this to create his sign. Kuzo agonized over what to write there, but eventually he settled on something, and carefully hung it up on the bottom of the stand behind him.
Sekrit Special- One Time Onley! - Get it whil it Lasts!
He was very proud of the sign, actually. He hadn't even had to cross out anything.
Mercy