Malone did not travel often, and when he did, it was of course in the company of Lord Kortan. But in Lord Kortan's company he had seen some of the old and broken ruins outside of Mogonda, the places that had been cities once. They hadn't been anywhere near as green as this!
Without a chaperone or anyone to even try to give him orders, Malone was like a tourist more than anything. Oh, he'd touched the Data Point and he knew what he was here for. It had been startling at first, but he'd brushed it off with a laugh, playing with the little device he'd been given for a minute before deciding to explore instead. He'd keep it with him -- being given anything to keep was new -- but for the moment he'd just assume that the way information had been pushed into his head was some kind of black magic. (Maybe that was what reading was like?) And if some people who knew black magic wanted him to help fix this place up, why, he should at least take a look, shouldn't he?
He didn't even come close to getting to work. He poked into the buildings and picked up little baubles before setting them down again, passed by items of clothing with complete disinterest, picked a very strange fruit to eat (one that luckily didn't have any unpleasantly strange effects!) and eventually stopped to rest at the northeast ruins. There was a lot of mint around, and Malone kicked his feet as he sat at the edge of a pit in the floor, watching the glownies graze with a curious grin.
When someone else came in, Malone leaned back on his hands, looking upside-down at them, chewing on a bit of mint himself. "Maybe we should have been eating grass all along," he greeted. Hi to you, too?
Spaceships!
After poking around the northeast side of Temba for a while, Malone stumbled across the hangar. The spaceships looked like nothing he'd ever seen, even though Mogonda'd had the most advanced tanks and transports on Earth. The hangar looked like nothing he'd ever seen, even though he'd accompanied Lord Kortan to the remains of the space station to meet Emerson -- that was the closest to this that he could recall, but even then he couldn't begin to guess what these vehicles were for. They had no wheels, so did they float? Fly?
He hid as one landed, peeking out eyes wide and then waiting until everyone seemed to have cleared out before coming back out of hiding. They flew, then! He'd never seen anything that flew like that. And they looked so heavy!
He couldn't figure out how to get inside the one that had just landed, and he wasn't really expecting his efforts to work on any of the others. When one of the doors actually did slide open to him with a hiss, he leapt back with a surprised jingle and yelp.
If he went inside, what if it wouldn't let him back out again?
He shook off that thought and ventured in. Just a few minutes later and it might be hard for anyone to believe his earlier hesitance; he spent a little while jumping on the single cot, laughing in amusement, and then cartwheeled off down the hall to the galley, where he set about playing with the beverage and protein dispensers in pure fascination. A lot of these flavors were new! The nutrient paste was definitely new. He might not even notice anyone coming in at first, so wrapped up in this was the little jester.
Network!
[Malone had eventually gone back to playing with the communicator that he's been given -- not that he has any idea what it is or might be. Poking at the different pictures on it isn't really clearing that up any; he doesn't know how to read, and even accidentally pressing the glasses and activating J.O.N. hadn't helped as he had just rushed to turn it back off again as it started reading off Crew information. Not helpful for Malone at this time.
He appears to have found the "Net Work," though he also doesn't appear to know what he's found. He's peering at the screen in interest, mask with its silly pointed nose all complete.]
Hmmm. [He pokes at the screen -- it's accompanied by a jingle -- and frowns.] Why can't you speak in my head? Black magic isn't half as fun as I thought.
[Despite his words, though, he smiles again, then laughs to himself. From the looks of things, he's someplace in the big department store. Sitting on a counter? Anyone want to tell him this thing's on before he turns the text-to-speech bot back on again?]
Wildcard!
[If you have an idea on where or how your character could run into Malone, feel free to PM me or just go for it here!]
Malone | Highlander: The Animated Series | Immortal AU
Malone did not travel often, and when he did, it was of course in the company of Lord Kortan. But in Lord Kortan's company he had seen some of the old and broken ruins outside of Mogonda, the places that had been cities once. They hadn't been anywhere near as green as this!
Without a chaperone or anyone to even try to give him orders, Malone was like a tourist more than anything. Oh, he'd touched the Data Point and he knew what he was here for. It had been startling at first, but he'd brushed it off with a laugh, playing with the little device he'd been given for a minute before deciding to explore instead. He'd keep it with him -- being given anything to keep was new -- but for the moment he'd just assume that the way information had been pushed into his head was some kind of black magic. (Maybe that was what reading was like?) And if some people who knew black magic wanted him to help fix this place up, why, he should at least take a look, shouldn't he?
He didn't even come close to getting to work. He poked into the buildings and picked up little baubles before setting them down again, passed by items of clothing with complete disinterest, picked a very strange fruit to eat (one that luckily didn't have any unpleasantly strange effects!) and eventually stopped to rest at the northeast ruins. There was a lot of mint around, and Malone kicked his feet as he sat at the edge of a pit in the floor, watching the glownies graze with a curious grin.
When someone else came in, Malone leaned back on his hands, looking upside-down at them, chewing on a bit of mint himself. "Maybe we should have been eating grass all along," he greeted. Hi to you, too?
Spaceships!
After poking around the northeast side of Temba for a while, Malone stumbled across the hangar. The spaceships looked like nothing he'd ever seen, even though Mogonda'd had the most advanced tanks and transports on Earth. The hangar looked like nothing he'd ever seen, even though he'd accompanied Lord Kortan to the remains of the space station to meet Emerson -- that was the closest to this that he could recall, but even then he couldn't begin to guess what these vehicles were for. They had no wheels, so did they float? Fly?
He hid as one landed, peeking out eyes wide and then waiting until everyone seemed to have cleared out before coming back out of hiding. They flew, then! He'd never seen anything that flew like that. And they looked so heavy!
He couldn't figure out how to get inside the one that had just landed, and he wasn't really expecting his efforts to work on any of the others. When one of the doors actually did slide open to him with a hiss, he leapt back with a surprised jingle and yelp.
If he went inside, what if it wouldn't let him back out again?
He shook off that thought and ventured in. Just a few minutes later and it might be hard for anyone to believe his earlier hesitance; he spent a little while jumping on the single cot, laughing in amusement, and then cartwheeled off down the hall to the galley, where he set about playing with the beverage and protein dispensers in pure fascination. A lot of these flavors were new! The nutrient paste was definitely new. He might not even notice anyone coming in at first, so wrapped up in this was the little jester.
Network!
[Malone had eventually gone back to playing with the communicator that he's been given -- not that he has any idea what it is or might be. Poking at the different pictures on it isn't really clearing that up any; he doesn't know how to read, and even accidentally pressing the glasses and activating J.O.N. hadn't helped as he had just rushed to turn it back off again as it started reading off Crew information. Not helpful for Malone at this time.
He appears to have found the "Net Work," though he also doesn't appear to know what he's found. He's peering at the screen in interest, mask with its silly pointed nose all complete.]
Hmmm. [He pokes at the screen -- it's accompanied by a jingle -- and frowns.] Why can't you speak in my head? Black magic isn't half as fun as I thought.
[Despite his words, though, he smiles again, then laughs to himself. From the looks of things, he's someplace in the big department store. Sitting on a counter? Anyone want to tell him this thing's on before he turns the text-to-speech bot back on again?]
Wildcard!
[If you have an idea on where or how your character could run into Malone, feel free to PM me or just go for it here!]