The Search for Malaclypse

[Chucc]

A starflier bonces off the side of the Capel.Perilous, instantly ejecting the escape pod to be tractored in by the crew of the Chapel. The pod contains the drunkest man the small woman had ever seen as he walked out of the bay, wiping his dirty, wrinkles as flat as they would go. The robes had seen better days, stains visible in many places down the front, smears on the sleeves show obvious use as a 'napkin' and the back...Passerby just hoped it was a dirt stain.
The older man, looked around at the signs, and fell in with the crowd as best he could, his smell and dirty robe making many of the well dressed patrons give him a large berth. His Pineal Amulet however, hung around his neck in plain view, a slight glow emanating from it, highlighting the mass of hair the man would invariably call a beard.
He walks up and grabs a couple cigarettes from one tray and leans down to the other. The retinal scanner glares and angry red, as if in expectation that the man wouldn't come back to a registered
account. The plate beeps urgently, a red light flashing.

"It's never done that before." The woman says confused, as a slip of paper comes sliding out of the side of the tray.

It's the thought that counts.

It looks like one of the fortunes from the Kusari teriyaki places, without the cookie.
The old, dirty man chuckles and thanks the lady and walks away, leaving her standing there with a lost expression on her pretty face.
He takes a place along the walk toward the center of the room, making sure that he has a clear view of the rooms occupants, hoping to see his old friend, and mentor. Its been many years since Cid had managed to get out of the bars and card houses long enough to do much of anything. That 'Flier he'd blown up on the side of the Chapel had been the last ship left in his once extensive private fleet. Each ship having been lost to this debt or that bar tab, until all he had left was the 'Flier and his Amulet.

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Looking into returning, maybe.