Rheim, Flompky, Fervon Emberfray
MOA WRANGLING! Fervon needs a little help with his pet. Rheim and Flompky are on hand.
Warnings: None.
Brom
"HOLD STILL!" Fervon hollered, strips of leather in one hand as he tried to hold a moa's foot with the other. The squawking pink bird was having none of it, feathers flying as it flapped wildly and tried to hop away. They were just barely off the dusty road, only a few feet from any passerby. "Yer gonna burn your feet again, Punchbeef! HOLD. STILL." It was possible the charr was making more noise than the moa.
Kaari
"Hmmm...this is an interesting sight to find on the road, isn't it Flompky?" a voice whispered. "That charr is having trouble with his pet moa. It looks like he's trying to bandage its feet. Why don't you lend him a hand?" A different voice whispered back "I don't work with animals too often, but I suppose I could see if he needs help." Rheim and Flompky walked towards the struggling pair. "Hello there" Flompky greeted. "You look like you could use some help bandaging your moa. Mind if I lend a hand?" he asked.
Brom
Fervon gave them a scruffy, snaggletoothed grin. "Huh? Oh no, I got this. Punchbeef's jus' bein- OW!" The pink moa had decided to take it's chance and pecked him square in the forehead. Letting go of the foot, the charr jumped up to loop his arm around Punchbeef's neck, grabbing it close and playfully butting the bird's head with his horns. "I just need to get him a pair of shoes. Asuras got three toes, right? Fervon Emberfray, nice to meetcha." He extended a dusty free claw in greeting.
Kaari
Flompky took the extended paw. "Flompky. You can call me Key if you'd like. This is Rheim." Key gestured to the red Sylvari standing next to him. Rheim stepped forward and shook Fervon's still outstretched paw fervently. "It's nice to meet you sir Fervon." He turned to look at the moa. "And hello to you, Punchbeef. What an exciting name!" Rheim exclaimed.
Brom
The orange charr's handshake was firm and just as enthusiastic. "Shoulda named him Screams Featherfat," he scoffed, letting the moa go. It hopped a few feet away, puffing up it's bright plumage and looking quite grumpy indeed. "Don't get yer fingers too close to his beak, he likes fruit!" Fervon warned Rheim, laughing at his own (terrible) joke. "You two headin this way as well?"
Kaari
Both Rheim and Key grinned at the charr and his humor. "We are" Key answered. "We're scouting the nearby areas for scrap that Rheim can use for his work." "I like the stuff in the Black Citadel" Rheim chimed in "but sometimes it's fun to collect the pieces from Ascalon myself."
Brom
"Think I saw a busted up cart down that way," he pointed off the road to the west, flapping his hand up and down a couple times. "Ain't that far but you better hurry, gonna get yer ass full of metal when they come back to get it and catch ya stealing." He thought about it a moment then walked over to a nearby rock, tugging a dusty pack out. More of a set of saddlebags really, made of low quality leather and little holes, a big unskilled cat skull sloppily painted on. "I'll help you, lemme just catch Legionairre Fluffyfeathers over there."
Kaari
Rheim and Key watched as Fervon stalked towards the moa. "Key, would it really be stealing if the cart is broken?" Rheim asked. "Even if the final piece ends up in the Black Citadel?" Key turned to look down at his mate. "Sorry stick" Flompky placed his paw on the left side of Rheim's face in affection as he poked him with the odd nickname. "It's stealing even if it stays here. And Fervon is right. If we get caught taking parts from that hunk of junk, we'll likely have to fight our way out of being arrested. Or worse." Rheim sighed deeply, hating that he could possibly get Key and their new friend in trouble because he wanted to pick out his own junk.
Brom
It didn't take too much to wrestle the pack onto the moa's back, and soon Fervon returned to the two, all ready to go. For all it's squawking Beefpunch seemed better trained than it let on, walking alongside the charr with only a minimal amount of pecking. "Ricochet here can hold a decent amount and keep runnin' with those long legs of his, figure he can make hisself useful for once. There's a lot, they probably won't be missin' what we can carry." The charr seemed oblivious to the fact Key and Rheim were hesitating, just continuing his speech in that same loud enthusiastic tone.
Kaari
"Yes...well..." Rheim looked nervously towards the cart. "Key and I were planning on carrying whatever we found, so there shouldn't be much to collect and it shouldn't take long. Hopefully we won't need to run from anyone." Rheim took deep breaths. "And of course, if you have things to do, or if you don't to risk yourself, we can go alone." Flompky looked over at his mate, the distress rolling off of him in waves now. "Rheim, it'll be alright." Turning to Fervon as the charr looked confusedly at the nervous sylvari in front of him, Key addressed him. "Rheim gets nervous about unintentionally leading people into dangerous situations. After the Mordremoth ordeal, he got a lot of hatred and distrust from the other races. He's been suspected of becoming Mordrem before and it didn't end...pleasantly." Flompky barely contained his anger just thinking about it.
Brom
"Pft, you ain't leading, that's my job! Besides you got nothing to worry about from me, I got nothing against you leafs." Without even bothering to ask permission the big orange cat moved to scoop poor Rheim under his arm and rub his knuckles into the twig's foliage. If he did manage he thankfully let go pretty quickly.
Kaari
Thoroughly embarrassed but happy to know he was in good company, Rheim straightened himself smiled at Fervor. "Thank you." he said. Glad to see that Rheim was calming down, Key grinned at the other charr and took a few steps forward. "Well great leader" he said to Fervor, "shall we?" he motioned towards the direction of the broken cart.
Brom
"Aye, let's go!" With a wink Fervon turned to the west and started loping towards the direction of the ruined supply cart at a full tilt, the pink moa and it's bags trailing after him. He wasn't kidding about not being far away, it did not take long before they came upon the trashed supply cart. It looked like perhaps an axel had broken the way it laid 'nose down' in the dirt. Pretty much anything useful had been carried away, either by the ones who owned it or scavengers like themselves, but there were a few stray things here and there. By the time the others reached him Fervon was already kicking the cart the rest of the way over to inspect the bottom of it.
Kaari
Rheim and Key approached the overturned cart and watched Fervon kick it around. Rheim spotted a series of metal pipes that used to attach to the animal pulling the cart. "Look at that!" He ran towards the cart. Picking through pile, he pulled out the pipes and walked back towards Key. "These will work well for the legs of the statue" Rheim explained. Handing the pile to Key, Rheim went back to the pile and continued to rummage around looking for metal scraps.
Brom
Fervon climbed up on the side of the now-tipped over cart, shielding his eyes with a grubby hand as he scanned the area for anyone else. "Still all clear. You gonna melt this scrap down or somethin?" He flopped to a sit, legs dangling down one side and tail audibly smacking against the other as it flicked back and forth.
Kaari
"Some of it" Rheim answered. "I'm creating a statue of a charr. No one in particular, just a charr figure. Some of the pieces can be used as they are or with little modifications. The others I melt and use to form new shapes." Digging a little deeper, Rheim pulled out another piece of metal and took it to where Key was waiting. "I think this should be enough. I have the majority of the scrap already and this cart has little else to offer."
Brom
Fervon hopped off the side of the cart after a quick glance around. Seems they wouldn't have to run this time. He laughed. "Yeah, this sorta stuff walks off pretty fast if ya leave it unguarded. You need Ricochet to carry anything?" Where was that moa, anyways? Thankfully not far, scratching in the dirt under a bit of shade. "Statues are okay, I guess! Ain't one for makin stuff myself, but I do like looking at it!"
Kaari
Flompky studied the small pile Rheim had collected next to him. "We should be able to carry everything ourselves but thank you for the offer" Flompkey answered. "And thank you" Rheim added "for showing us were we could find scrap. We hadn't been searching for too long when we came up you, but we certainly weren't having much luck finding anything." he continued.
Brom
Fervon grinned at them with that same huge snaggletooth smile. "Ain't a problem. Hopefully that diversion wore that bird down a bit so he's not so fiesty." The charr shot a glance over to it, wrinkling his snout. "Nice to meet new faces anyhow. If you're ever lookin' for something again just holler my name real loud and hopefully I'll hear it." He shook his head so his ears (and mane) flopped around.
Kaari
Rheim and Key laughed as they gathered the metal and headed back towards the Black Citadel. "It was a pleasure meeting you Fervon" Rheim called out, waving with the hand he could temporarily spare from under the scraps in his arms. "Make sure you get those boots for Punchbeef!" he yelled. Flompky turned midstep at Fervon's laughter. "And call me if you need a medic after he pecks your eyes out while putting the shoes on!" he yelled.