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Granit-9 spends the journey back shaking his head from side to side as his aural networks stabilise. He is still doing this as he enters Chiskisk's office, "P..p..pleasure to have h..h..heard the m..m..music with you Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees, though less decibels and synth beats would be easier to assimilate." He smiles when Chiskisk in able to get the agreement he wants.
Thankful he can get out of the place and adjust his networks for normal sound, Granit nods and says, "Been more than enough excitement for today, I´m sure Chiskisk would appreciate having some more time with Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees" If androids could sigh with relief, Granit would do that, but he just looks blankly forward with slightly brighter leds.
Granit looks shocked at the amount the man thinks will make this all right. However his external expression hardly changes, its just his sensors seem to dim. He looks to the talkers in the group, to beat the man down, or to discuss this outside. Instead he casts a spell, a sound of soothing music from the whales of Castrovel that help calm any situation.
Granit, politely declines the offer of a drink, as he sees the angry man react. He casts some magic to create a and extra hand that goes over to the man and starts to dry his clothes with the napkins on the neighbouring empty table. The hand proceeds to mop up the mess on the floor, picking any broken glass and putting it in a nearby disposal unit. Replying quietly to Zahvos "What with that musak sound and this, cann't wait to let my transistors and diodes rest. And why would I need cleaning magic, only really useful for organics, like yourself."
"It is indeed a strange request, I hope you will not keep a pet a prisoner, restrained from liberty." the android says, not really understanding why anyone would want to keep a pet. But if Lycos of the Sanctum of the Ten Trees wants something, then they were bound to at least help him with his wishes, in keeping with their instructions from the society.
Undeterred by the flash from the grenade, Grant-9 runs after the little rascal, shouting "Stop Thief! You little rapscallion, you've stolen my friends present!!" The android runs after the mall rat, looking to see where the little creature will find an escape route. "Please somebody stop the little thief." As he goes, he pulls out a baton to apprehend the rascal.
Granit, oblivious continues to eat, before chiming in, "Whatever you use to flavour your food, makes it exceedingly good. I think we should leave a tip. Organics do sometimes have difficulty in their reactions, but it hasn't stopped the rest of us enjoying the food. That's over an 85% success rate for just our party, which should not be a disappointing result given the less than 60% success rate in more mundane restaurants."
Whilst Zahvos gets busy with the lashunta, Granit-9 takes his datapad and using a secured wireless link to the infosphere, searches the facial recognition LinkinStation app for employees of the restaurant that would match the Lashunta and their job information, anything that might aid Zahvos in his ability to get a table.
Wandering in lost a white haired android pokes his head round the door, enters and asks "My datapad says this is where Chiskisk has been giving a briefing." His eyes blink lavender as his datapad blinks at him. "Something about an escort, though it seems a very strange thing to be doing." With a tatty rifle on his back and a bag full of tools, he looks at everyone as says, "I am nine, I will assimilate your call signs as we go, just open channels on your datapads to exchange familiarities. I am ready to activate whatever protocols are required." As the group travel to the restaurant and conversation turns to getting a reservation, he quietly asks ZahVos. "If you fail to gain us entrance, I have some small skill that might allow us to alter their records and gain us access. I would just need some channel to the infospace or their network." The android looks at Zahvos blankly. |
