[Open/ic] The Arcadia Night Market

[Survox]

A small ship came into view of the shuttle hangar, seemingly with no point of origin. The ship was obviously intended for scouting, but it had been heavily modified and redesigned to the point where it looked like a pale-green, giant arrowhead with orange lights flickering from underneath every fold in the scouter's alien-looking armor. As soon as the ship came within a mile of the hangar, a transmission request reached the station- it started with a short buzz of static, followed by the distinctive voice of an Arbiter of Hexis.

 

"This is the scouter vessel Hyperion. We are approaching your official hangar and submit a request that you extend a platform so that we may dock. We have preemptively deactivated all on-board weaponry and have cleansed the entirety of the vessel of technocyte matter that we may avoid excessive delays. If you attempt to assail the vessel, we will activate all weaponry and use it to its fullest extent against you."

Edited December 11, 2014 by Survox

[Arunafeltz]

"Them Arbiters again eh, Jim?"

 

"They're never friendly enough. But we are."

 

The transmission was soon returned, and a route through the numerous express lanes of the Hangar space to a designated docking pad was sent to the docking vessel.

 

"Please proceed along express lane E7 to docking pad V22. The independent Arcadia Night Market welcomes you."

[Survox]

"Them Arbiters again eh, Jim?"

 

"They're never friendly enough. But we are."

 

The transmission was soon returned, and a route through the numerous express lanes of the Hangar space to a designated docking pad was sent to the docking vessel.

 

"Please proceed along express lane E7 to docking pad V22. The independent Arcadia Night Market welcomes you."

"Your instructions are unnecessary. You have already sent us the route."

 

After a couple of minutes, the ship arrives at V22 and docks without any aid from the hangar crew, a stairwell folding out from the ship. A Hyrdoid in white armor with gold accents strides out of the ship and onto the dock, followed by two tenno in Arbiter uniforms. The hydroid turns to one of the crewmen and speaks in the same synthesized voice as the Arbiters.

 

"Your assistance is not needed. We have no luggage apart from our weapons, which are small enough to carry on us without overencumberence. We have no use for them, of course, due to this being a supposedly peaceful colony. Supposedly."

[Achaix]

((Spoiler is OC. Don't like it? Then ignore it.

Have a non-fatal day!))

Okay, this is downright insane. Urza/Erza can change everything she's wearing at will? That's beyond OP in a universe where your armour gives you power. You need to nerf her, or at least keep her out of the serious threads; making a character with more than two arms is already frowned upon, even though I and others have no problem with it. But if I'm slightly bothered by Erza, then those guys will probably go ballistic.

Don't forget Maniac or Halcyon. Sure, every character (my own included) need something to make them unique. Rasae, from Strength of Will? He's got bullet time, but that's it. Abra? An Unleashed morally ambiguous personality that adds no power, only cruelty. Kate? She can feel the 4th Wall, but can't break it.

Give your characters a limited OP feature. The cost can be death, insanity, or just weakening. Seriously.

Just a warning, and a request.

PS: Seriously, stop deflecting the question.

PPS: If somebody calls me a whiny *@##$ to deflect the suggestion, my point will prove itself.

Edited December 13, 2014 by Achaix

[Survox]

((Spoiler is OC. Don't like it? Then ignore it.

Have a non-fatal day!))

Okay, this is downright insane. Urza/Erza can change everything she's wearing at will? That's beyond OP in a universe where your armour gives you power. You need to nerf her, or at least keep her out of the serious threads; making a character with more than two arms is already frowned upon, even though I and others have no problem with it. But if I'm slightly bothered by Erza, then those guys will probably go ballistic.

Don't forget Maniac or Halcyon. Sure, every character (my own included) need something to make them unique. Rasae, from Strength of Will? He's got bullet time, but that's it. Abra? An Unleashed morally ambiguous personality that adds no power, only cruelty. Kate? She can feel the 4th Wall, but can't break it.

Give your characters a limited OP feature. The cost can be death, insanity, or just weakening. Seriously.

Just a warning, and a request.

PS: Seriously, stop deflecting the question.

PPS: If somebody calls me a whiny $#*(@ to deflect the suggestion, my point will prove itself.

[[this is addressed to ultimatum, right?]]

[Achaix]

((Indeed. Your character seems alright, so don't mind the spoiler.))

[Survox]

((Indeed. Your character seems alright, so don't mind the spoiler.))

[[aight. also, there's a new player on the h&r thread jsyk]]

[Arunafeltz]

"Your assistance is not needed. We have no luggage apart from our weapons, which are small enough to carry on us without overencumberence. We have no use for them, of course, due to this being a supposedly peaceful colony. Supposedly."

A passing crewman closely followed by a pair of cargo MOAs bowed as they disembarked. "Well, welcome to the Night Market sirs." he greeted cheerily. "Hangar exit's that way if you're looking for the market."

[Survox]

A passing crewman closely followed by a pair of cargo MOAs bowed as they disembarked. "Well, welcome to the Night Market sirs." he greeted cheerily. "Hangar exit's that way if you're looking for the market."

The Hydroid removes his helmet to reveal a pale face covered by a neatly-trimmed beard and black hair falling to the base of his neck.

"Indeed, we are. An object which will remain confidential was recently stolen from the Arbiters in the Vesper Relay. It is-"

The Hydroid leans in a bit towards the crewman.

"-of grave importance."

[Arunafeltz]

The Hydroid removes his helmet to reveal a pale face covered by a neatly-trimmed beard and black hair falling to the base of his neck.

"Indeed, we are. An object which will remain confidential was recently stolen from the Arbiters in the Vesper Relay. It is-"

The Hydroid leans in a bit towards the crewman.

"-of grave importance."

"Lost goods eh. Well I hope you find whatever it is you're tracking down before it gets sold and shipped off to outer orbit." the crewman replied casually, though he was a tiny bit unnerved at the proximity of the Tenno. "Signs point the way, though I always say that it's easier to follow the crowd."

 

Sure enough, among the crowd was a steady stream of people heading from various points of the Hangar lobby constantly heading in a single direction that would lead to the great bay door that was the Hangar's exit. A starlit path beneath a gigantic glass-like dome ceiling lay beyond that, with the Night Market commercial district and the Village residential district on the other end.

[Survox]

"Lost goods eh. Well I hope you find whatever it is you're tracking down before it gets sold and shipped off to outer orbit." the crewman replied casually, though he was a tiny bit unnerved at the proximity of the Tenno. "Signs point the way, though I always say that it's easier to follow the crowd."

 

Sure enough, among the crowd was a steady stream of people heading from various points of the Hangar lobby constantly heading in a single direction that would lead to the great bay door that was the Hangar's exit. A starlit path beneath a gigantic glass-like dome ceiling lay beyond that, with the Night Market commercial district and the Village residential district on the other end.

The Hydroid and his Arbiter comrades quickly march through the crowd, the newly-arriving Corpus and Grineer parting in fearful recognition of the Arbiters. As soon as the trio exits out into the Night Market, the Tenno in the Hydroid sneers.

"Look at this place, Brother Fuleshk. Everything is swathed in bright light and distractions. This is no place for a proper Tenno."

"Be tolerant, Brother Halek. If we are to find the Relic, we must keep an even and clear mind."

"Of course, Brother Fuleshk, but even so... this place is utterly alien to me. You know that i was born and raised in the Arbiter Headquarters, and that is nothing like this... Arcadia."

"Nevertheless."

Halek decided to give up the argument there. Even a Tenno couldn't argue with "nevertheless".

[Arunafeltz]

The Hydroid and his Arbiter comrades quickly march through the crowd, the newly-arriving Corpus and Grineer parting in fearful recognition of the Arbiters. As soon as the trio exits out into the Night Market, the Tenno in the Hydroid sneers.

"Look at this place, Brother Fuleshk. Everything is swathed in bright light and distractions. This is no place for a proper Tenno."

"Be tolerant, Brother Halek. If we are to find the Relic, we must keep an even and clear mind."

"Of course, Brother Fuleshk, but even so... this place is utterly alien to me. You know that i was born and raised in the Arbiter Headquarters, and that is nothing like this... Arcadia."

"Nevertheless."

Halek decided to give up the argument there. Even a Tenno couldn't argue with "nevertheless".

The road was flanked on either side by tall office buildings and garages, giving the impression of walking through a valley. Eventually, the shadows of the city blocks gave way to an open expanse of flat ground on the station's surface, and upon it, the iconic Arcadia Night Market greeted them with a display of lights, sounds and smells. Comprised of hundreds of stalls, stores and shophouses lining streets that wound beneath the blossoming leaf canopy of an artificial park, this was where the refugees of the Gradivus conflict made their livelihood. The exotic aromas of planetary delicacies, laughter and chatter of colonial civillian shoppers and the old-fashioned fluorescent bulbs that lit up the darkness of space would be sensory overload for many first-time visitors. But one could not stay stunned for long, for there was simply too much to see, taste and open their credit accounts to.

[Survox]

The road was flanked on either side by tall office buildings and garages, giving the impression of walking through a valley. Eventually, the shadows of the city blocks gave way to an open expanse of flat ground on the station's surface, and upon it, the iconic Arcadia Night Market greeted them with a display of lights, sounds and smells. Comprised of hundreds of stalls, stores and shophouses lining streets that wound beneath the blossoming leaf canopy of an artificial park, this was where the refugees of the Gradivus conflict made their livelihood. The exotic aromas of planetary delicacies, laughter and chatter of colonial civillian shoppers and the old-fashioned fluorescent bulbs that lit up the darkness of space would be sensory overload for many first-time visitors. But one could not stay stunned for long, for there was simply too much to see, taste and open their credit accounts to.

Halek, Fuleshk, and the third, unnamed Arbiter proceeded into the Night Market, the escortees taking in the sights while Halek resorted to covering his eyes with a blindfold of gray cloth, which actually seemed to help him see since the overly bright lights were blocked out. After a few minutes of wandering through the streets, the unnamed Arbiter stopped both Halek and Fuleshk before pointing out a shop that seems to sell syandanas, a woman apparently of Earthly origin behind the counter.

"Hmm," Fuleshk muttered. "I wonder if those syandanas are authentic..."

"Of course not," Halek replied. "Only the Orokin and Tenno are capable of crafting true syandanas. It is likely that her syandanas are, at best, replicates."

The unnamed Arbiter spoke up, his thoughtful voice contrasting against his simple vocabulary. "I think I want to buy one. They look pretty."

Halek scoffed. "Everything looks 'pretty' to you, Brother Gyylas. That does not automatically mean we have to buy it."

"Brother Halek," Fuleshk warned. "Be patient with Brother Gyylas. Besides, they really do look very nice. Perhaps we should see her selection?"

Halek pondered this stubbornly for a moment before snorting, muttering "Well, why not, i suppose," and joining Fuleshk and Gyylas at the shop.

Edited December 14, 2014 by Survox

[Arunafeltz]

The artisan at the stall greeted them with a bow as they entered. Her works often drew several Tenno browsers. all of whom usually interested in the authenticity of her Syandanas.

 

"Good day." she began. "Feel free to look around as much as you like." It pleased her to have her weaving examined and admired by the Market's patrons. Though they were mere replicas, she found enjoyment in reproducing these ancient garments in her own thread and by her own hand. Flowing Yomo with obsidian-stained fabrics hung alongside a layered Uru and braided Yamako. The translucent Asa was spun from a synthetic thread that lacked the shimmering quality of the original Orokin specimen, but maintained a phasing appearance as light danced off its alternating segments of varying reflectivity. 

[Survox]

The artisan at the stall greeted them with a bow as they entered. Her works often drew several Tenno browsers. all of whom usually interested in the authenticity of her Syandanas.

 

"Good day." she began. "Feel free to look around as much as you like." It pleased her to have her weaving examined and admired by the Market's patrons. Though they were mere replicas, she found enjoyment in reproducing these ancient garments in her own thread and by her own hand. Flowing Yomo with obsidian-stained fabrics hung alongside a layered Uru and braided Yamako. The translucent Asa was spun from a synthetic thread that lacked the shimmering quality of the original Orokin specimen, but maintained a phasing appearance as light danced off its alternating segments of varying reflectivity. 

As the Arbiters looked at the selection of syandanas, Halek sneered at them.

"Disgusting. The syandana is meant to be a sign of rank, of honor among the tenno, and now they disgrace its symbolism by pawning it off like a mere scarf?"

"Come now, Borther Halek," Fuleshk said. "It's her business, you know. She's likely devoted a good portion of her life to these syandanas."

"Then why doesn't she trade them as they were meant to be handed down, Brother Fuleshk? She should be giving these to tenno of ranks high enough to deserve them, not selling them to mere Corpus and Grineer for petty credits."

[Arunafeltz]

Fortunately, the artisan seemed not to have heard them as she had turned her attention to another pair of curious tourists. They pointed to a rather odd-looking pair hanging by the counter, which she took down for them to have a closer look. An orange-beige Harkonar of Grineer design, and a rather realistic recreation of the monstrous Infested Iliac Syandana, thankfully without the repulsive pulsing of living tissue. Clearly, the artisan's fascination with Syandana garments went beyond her interest in Tenno culture.

[Survox]

Fortunately, the artisan seemed not to have heard them as she had turned her attention to another pair of curious tourists. They pointed to a rather odd-looking pair hanging by the counter, which she took down for them to have a closer look. An orange-beige Harkonar of Grineer design, and a rather realistic recreation of the monstrous Infested Iliac Syandana, thankfully without the repulsive pulsing of living tissue. Clearly, the artisan's fascination with Syandana garments went beyond her interest in Tenno culture.

Halek turned to see what the tourists were examining and, upon seeing the Iliac Syandana, blanched in horror- well, in any case he blanched more.

"What is this madness? Have they taken inspiration for our symbol of honor from the Infested?!"

"Um," Gyylas said, his innocent tone contrasting heavily with his large frame and Arbiter uniform, "we are Infested."

Needless to say, this caused a few heads to turn.

"...what?"

"Well," Gyylas said uncertainly, "Hayden Tenno was infected with technocyte, right?"

"Erm... I think so," Halek said, equally uncertain.

"And Hayden was the first Tenno, right?"

"Of course."

"And the Infested are infected with technocyte, right?"

"Well, obviously," Halek said.

"So, aren't we just smarter Infested?" Gyylas asked, unaware that his question was tantamount to heresy.

"Hah! The mere idea of that is... is..." Halek's look of fragile humor quickly faded. "Correct."

[NanoVega]

Urza, alone, walked back to her Liset, not seeming to care whether someone punched her in the face and kept walking. She sat on the bench Rose had been on, realizing she'd come here on purpose. She waited for Rose to return, staring into nothing.

[NanoVega]

"I'm sorry." Urza said quietly, not looking at Rose. Contemplating the floor between her feet.

[NanoVega]

Urza smirked, but kept her head down,

"I'm apologizing, I'd hoped you would be able to take yourself off that platform and get that stick out of your &#!, but then again, it only makes people more arrogant when-" Urza started, but caught herself, "As much as you sorely beg for my mocking, you are still one of the tenno, you are still a warrior, clad in gold. It's not right to toy with you as if you're some insect, because the truth is, I am not above, I kind of wanted you to kill me. To end my eternal life. I haven't been alive that long, but it truly seems a very long time. The collective knowledge of so many people, and yet, I gain no wisdom from it." She told the Ember Prime.

[NanoVega]

"Right then." Urza said, standing and stretching, looking at the Ember prime and nodding, "You can just forget about me then, we most likely won't meet again." She explained, heading for the hangar now.

[NanoVega]

Maniac, sitting alone in a cell, whispered quietly to himself,

"Pluck, pluck, pluck."

As Urza left, a Nova, stepping from a standard Liset, brushed past her, mostly white in color, accents of deep blue touched lightly on her frame, a Tipedo on her back, Gammacor at her side, and a Burstin in her hands, she looked at the passing Frost Prime, surprised to see such an augmented version of one, she hadn't even thought about attempting to change the gender of a warframe, the thought interested her, with the capabilities of a Volt in her hands... She shook her head slightly, stepping forward to the reception desk, waving hello to the attendant.

[NanoVega]

Signing in, the Nova stated her business as engineering work, and her name as Connie. Bowing to the attendant and walking away afterwards, into the market, noticing an Emner Prime asleep on a nearby bench, walking over, she asked in a timid voice,

"A-are you sure it's a good idea to be s-so unaware?" She questioned, standing before the Ember Prime, her weapons away, her hands folded in front of her.

[NanoVega]

"I just got h-here." The Nova said, shaking her head.