Owner	Pose
Melwyn	Melwyn is some distance away from her small ship exploring this strange, barren world she finds herself on. If one happens to notice her, they would see her flickering as she walks. She takes a few steps and then flickers out of view, only to appear thirty or forty feet away from where she was, a rapid exploration technique indeed. She is progressively getting further from her ship with each teleport.
Melwyn	Melwyn is some distance away from her small ship exploring this strange, barren world she finds herself on. If one happens to notice her, they would see her flickering as she walks. She takes a few steps and then flickers out of view, only to appear thirty or forty feet away from where she was, a rapid exploration technique indeed. She is progressively getting further from her ship with each teleport.
Rocket	Rocket was On The Jazz again. He had been on a weapons manufacturing tear lately. Okkay, not manufacturing. Prototyping. But that's STILL manufacturing. Just on really... really small scale. For -now-. He'd come to Mars for one reason. That wonderful and oh-so-abundant Red Dust. he needed some to make a specific focusing crystal for a new beam weapon he had in mind. And Mars? it had more dust than it knew what to do with. Some much that it constantly was throwing excess dust up into space whenever those hemisphere sized storms kicked up. A few kilos lifted by a weaponsmithing raccoon wasn't gonna hurt anything or anyone. Right? Well not till the weapon is finished. Then its sole purpose will be harming. Just sayin'.
Melwyn	Melwyn hears sound other than wind or rocks falling. She quickly teleports in the direction of the sound in case it is someone trying to find her ship. After a series of 'blinks' she finds Rocket scouring the landscape the same as her, although not anywhere near her ship. She is at first directly behind him and then directly in front of him, about twenty feet away. She looks at him until he addresses her.
Rocket	Rocket's got a small ship relatively speaking. But it does the job. Just a little 2-seater for fast trips. It sits some fifty meters away and behind him as his custom-masked features focus on the sand. "contaminated.... contaminated.. ****in' **** *****in' *** on a *****!!" he curses to himself. "I just want /two/ *****in' kilos of pure red sand! how the **** hard is that supposed t' be on a planet FULL of it?!"
Melwyn	Melwyn blinks when the raccoon doesn't see her. She arches her fingers and presses down on the ground telekinetically, caving in a few feet of earth. More red sand can be seen beneath, probably enough for Rocket, perhaps not.
Rocket	Rocket had been focused on what he was doing. Looking up he yelps and grabs for his (yoooge) pistol in the same motion, "Holy *****in' ****! where'd th' **** didja come from?!" He doesn't shoot but he probably isn't far off. "Doncha know not to *********in' sneak up on a guy like dat?"
Melwyn	Melwyn blinks again, looking confused, "You told me that you needed more red sand. I have aided you." Her accent makes her sound like she is a high class Londoner.
Rocket	Rocket stares. "I was talkin' t' myself. Mutterin'. I'm 'bout t' start again probably.." He looks at Melwyn closer as he lowers his Yoooge(tm) pistol. "So.. whatter'ya doin' out here in th' middle 'a nowhere? I'm here fer sand. there ain' no settlement 'r base for half a day's trip in any direction."
Melwyn	Melwyn replies, "I am Melwyn of Alfheim, a dimension far away from here. I wander Midgaard's galaxies in search of those who need healing. I thought I heard someone scream when I arrived here. I landed in order to investigate. I was mistaken."
Rocket	Rocket says, "that was jus' me gettin' mad at contaminated sand.." he mutters again. "Melwyn eh? Nice t'meecha I guess. I'm Rocket" he offers as he moves over to where melwyn had collapsed the sand to expose deeper deposits of far more pure material. "An...uh... thanks."
Melwyn	Melwyn nods, "You are welcome. I can collapse more of this strange planet's ground if you require more. The land will always heal itself."
Rocket	Rocket glances up, "Uh. No. No. no more cave-ins. This is fine." He drops to his knees and begins scooping up the pure(?) sand into a glass container. Filling it to the top, he scrapes the contents level then seals the container up. "That'll do nicely. More than enough for what I *****in' need!" He stands up and looks over. "So... yer here t' help someone? not many do that these days" he chortles.
Melwyn	Melwyn nods, "Yes I help those who have a good heart. There was no one here in danger, however if there had been, I would have done all that I could to aid them other than commit acts of violence. I am a pacifist and a healer."
Rocket	Rocket snickers and murmurs to himself, "Good heart... that's ****in' rich.." he then coughs and nods. "Oh. Yes. Right. That's exactly what I thought. No. Pacifism is brilliant. It's the best way really. I mean.. if you want to stand by and watch some *****-hat burn your home down and kill your friends, standin' by and doin' nothing? That works really ****in' well." Tucking the canister of red sand away in his satchel, he turns, "Well then.. Melwyn. Good luck out there eh? I hope I don't read about you in the galactic obits in a week or so.. 'cause yer kinda hot an' all. Just watch yerself eh?" He turns to make for his ship again.
Melwyn	Melwyn nods, "My world has warriors, however I am not one of them. I am sworn only to heal. I am able to defend myself, however my techniques aid in escape rather than meeting violence with violence. I wish you well on your journey and I am certain that we will meet again one day."
Rocket	Rocket just looks at her. "Still crazy, lady. trust me. some time or other someone is gonna put that belief to th' test an' make ya watch as they ****in' hurt someone ya like 'r care about." Shaking his head, he resumes trudging off toward his ship again.