by Nayt on Sat Apr 25, 2009 4:43 pm
Offtopic: Okay, remembered what I was doing. Replies from me will now be more prompt.
Baleron's address to Serj was a little strange. He'd called this guy out on eavesdropping, and he went and treated it as a diplomatic situation. Granted, it was commendable, and Serj couldn't fault the guy for it, but it was a little awkward, that was all. Just a tad bit weird. Nonetheless, Baleron seemed to be innocent enough, and if he wasn't, there was enough firepower in this crowd to take care of that--he just didn't know it. Yet, if he stuck around, and continued to try and become well informed. Most others, however, didn't do that, and thus a majority of this crowd didn't know exactly how great of crowd control the militia could actually be.
"Serj Goiyer," he replied with his name.
Then, at the request for a trade--
"I'm good with this, thanks," Serj replied as he took a drag, "Don't like it when I can't think straight. Anyways, what brings you here? Trade, or just wandering?"
Their conversation was cut short, however. Baleron wouldn't even have the chance to reply with any great detail, before Celestine ran past them; she'd have had to push through the crowd a little, which ultimately made her that much more noticeable. Serj watched her go--and sighed.
"Well, I guess I've got a job to do. Hold this."
Though he hadn't taken the trade, per say, he did give the cigarette to Baleron, in the most literal of ways. He took it and put it between Baleron's lips--and broke off into a jog in the opposite direction, intending full well to chase off after Celestine, to make sure she didn't get herself hurt. Running off in an emotional way like that . . . it just couldn't end well. Not at all.
Coincidentally, in Baleron's possession, the cigarette would actually burn itself out over time; in Serj's possession, though, it never ran out--not even by an inch.