h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*frowns*


embarrasing?

why?


*checks once more on the stallholder*

*Ezekiel spins round in surprise at being heard then frowns*

[Ezekiel]: Well you were.... *he gestures helplessly* in my head, for want of a better way to say it. And I was helped by him having had my inteligence insulted and been mocked and ....
*he sways and sits down again sighing*

*walks over to Ezekiel grasping his shoulder firmly*


Look it was the only way to help you, and if you want to blame anyone blame me it was my idea

[Ezekiel]: Wonderful. I will.
*he rubs his face and sighs again*
How is he then? *he gestures disgustedly at the stallholder*

*frowns*

What the hell is wrong with you I thought you came here to get rid of that thing and your not a bit grateful not thats been achived.


He *points at the stallholder* is not in a good way from helping with this, I don't feel so great myself, and all you can do is complain!

*Calel's legs which had been just barely holding up his own weight promptly colaspse underneath him*

[Ezekiel]: *blinks slowly and rubs at his forehead*
I find it a little hard to appreciate things since I'm always suspicious of an ulterior motive. Besides, his people hate me. My own people hate me. I'm not entirely sure what I'm meant to be doing anymore...
*he shimmers faintly, then dissapears. A small mouse appears sitting in the robes he was wearing looking extremely miserable*

*tries to stand then decides against it*

I suggest giving people the benefit of the doubt

*The Stallholder stirs and pushes himself up into a sitting position*

[Stallholder]: Welcome back to the world of the living. Keep drinking that potion between you. You'll feel a lot better, and as a bonus your spirit will stay fixed to your body and not float off.
*he rubs the back of his neck and takes another swig of the rather foul looking bottle beside himself*
And then, you might as well just leave. I dont feel any sympathy flooding my way and its not worth trying to charge you now since you havent anything of value as far as I can tell.

*drinks some more of the liquid and this time when he tries to stand he manages it, pour a little of the liquid out for the mouse*


[to the stallholder] you going to be ok?

[Stallholder]: Thankyou for your concern, but I am perfectly capable of looking after myself. I've lived alone for a long time

Well I for one am very grateful for you help


*looks down at Ezekiel the mouse* are you planning on travelling back like that?

[Stallholder: He'll get over himself eventually. Hes probably finding it difficult to accept, in reality he has lost a part of himself

*the stallholder winces pushing himself to his feet and walks over smirking in amusement at the mouse*

If you stay that small I might step on you by accident

*the mouse scurries away in fright, then comes back and tugs at its robes. It seems to panic temporarily, then morphs into a dog which hurries away behind the curtain dragging the robes with it. The stallholder smiles faintly and sits down again leaning back against the wall and closing his eyes*

*frowns*


You sure you're going to be ok?

[Stallholder]: *smiles and opens one eye*
Its not as if I'm old. I think I can outlive a little fever. And then I just need to find someone else to try and get some money from. Ofcourse, if there was anything I could help you with....
*he laughs quietly to himself and drinks the last of the foul looking potion*

*blushes* erm I don't think so

*suddenly gets paraniod that the elf has looked straight into his mind*

[Ecg]: *Looks to the Stallholder*
"Here."
*Places a small bag of gold-coins on the table*
"..."

*Then he looks over toward Calel*

"Healer,- you never told me what your name was. Let me help you up."

*Lifts Cal up and allowing arm and shoulder for additional support*

<>

*The Stallholder eyes the bag of coins. He looks about to say something in protest, then stops and sighs getting to his feet slowly*

[Stallholder]: Dont forget your figurines

[Ecg]: "They were for you. I don't,- as a manner or matter of purpose,- usually intend on things like barging into other people's houses."

*Here he looks about to laugh*
"At least, not without giving something,- in the interchange."

~Son of a pirate notwithstanding,- A raid wouldn't have required the niceties,- eh... now, would it?~

*As he is packing up his belongings, Ecg flashes a funny bit of an odd-grin while shifting part of the hair out of his face*
One that is directed towards the stallholder.

: Oops,- sorry. This one doubled over. ; ah well... ()
[Ecg]: (Then to Calel) : "Groggy, are you? Or are you too tired to stand? Which ever it is,- has to be something I can do to help."

*the stallholder glares icely at Ecg, then smirks a little before frowning shaking it off and walking behind the curtain at the back again gesturing back to them*

[Stallholder] Just clear out of here soon before I start charging rent from you