Trade Market #32, a veritable hurricane of colours sounds and smells. A potent mixture of engine oil, axle grease and the shouts of thousands of merchants and potential buyers filled the large hangar. Tess Blaze and Yuri sat on the empty trolley, chatting as the crowds of people flowed around them "Well.... The guy got his engine part alrigh'..." Tess was flicking through a wad of credits, counting under her breath.
Blaze watched her sorting through the money, tapping his thumb distractedly against the steel surface of the trolley. Beside him, Yuri swung his legs back and forth. Being the youngest of the group, he could barely reach the steel-grate flooring. Blaze shifted closer to Tess, watching closely as she licked her thumb and forefinger, to help seperate several particularly oil-stained credits. He nudged her foot with his, smirking "Its thanks to your haggling skills that we got so much for that loada crap..."
She nudged his foot in return, smirking as well "Yeah well... Its thanks to your strange desire to keep on living that you didnt die today in the medbay..." She looked up, unzipping her overalls and shoving the money into an inside pocket "Say, what did happen when you where out with yer ma'... Y' still didnt tell me..."
Blaze shrugged, tugging at a fold in his dark red fatigues "The usual. Ran into something we weren't expecting... I got poisoned by some crazed machine, and then yet again i lived..."
Tess grinned, jumping down from the trolley "The epic tales of Blaze Yantova continue, eh?... C'mon, lets go down to the mag-tracks... This place is gettin' boring..."