A*C*D: It's a hot day in Llasanis, the local sun a molten red-gold ball of fire hovering off to the east and obscured by the dust-laden haze that hangs perpetually over the Wastelands. But then, every day in Llasanis is hot, and the locals have long learned how to beat the heat. Canvas awnings, loose white cloaks and the sharp-bladed grasses of the plains all flutter and occasionally snap in the warm breeze sweeping in from the sands, and the city itself is still fairly quiet. The day, after all, has only just begun. Outside the stuccoed gates lies the little city that never sleeps, the famous, and infamous, Bazaar.
A*C*D: Merchants of all stripes hold shop along the Bazaar's narrow, twisting pathways, a labyrinth of chaotic capitalism ever forming and changing. There seem to be few rules, and certainly no "standard open hours" to be seen. When one is tired, one closes up shop or moves on, creating an everchanging shopping scene throughout the day. There are some constants, mostly noise, dust and the perpetual scent of commerce.
A*C*D: {{Have at it, folks. :D}}
Farsight: (( I don't mean to interrupt, but is this closed? ))
Kei Unit01: "Shopping!" Kei cries as she pumps a fist in the air, her other arm tucking a stone artifact. It was the return of the Bench!
Kei Unit01: Oh Stoney Grey so did like to travel and see new places.
Anarg'e: An ominous-looking steel door abruptly exists. Some people may see it. Some people may not. Either way, in an empty area cleared for a stall to be set up... the doorway stand alone. The back of it is a single, solid gray surface.
Kei Unit01: He was a wonderful bench, all grey and made out of stone; solid and dependable! He never let her down when she wanted to sit.
A*C*D: Kei's shout and pumped fist draw curious looks from those around her, the early risers and the deal-hunters. But if they thought they'd seen it all, they were wrong- this is the first time they've seen someone hauling around a bench. "Excuse me, Miss? Are you... selling the bench?"
Anarg'e: Unlike most doors, it seems to be built to accompany larger fellows (such as nine foot tall ogres). This might be why people seem disinclined to open it.
Cossy: [Bazaar]: The Bazaar was what brought Cossy to this place. 'Irregular' merchants were the places, in his experience, that he could get the most interesting stuff, and thus the reputation of the baaar has brought him to an area where there is considerably more heat than his native Chicago. "But it's a dry heat." he quips sardonically to himself, echoing the guy who told him of the place.
A*C*D: {{Excuse me, medication for a cold calls. Back in a minute}}
Kei Unit01: "What? NOoo... It's my bench and I would never sell it." Kei calls as she holds it closer. "It's just here to help me shop." ^_^ And Kei begins moseying over to a stall to see what knick-nacks were for sale.
A*C*D: "What a shame, miss... or perhaps, a fortune? Can I interest you in another chair, perhaps? A companion for your bench?" It seems this gentleman is trying to sell chairs, tubes in a tripod with canvas seats, hammocks, even a complicated tent-like affair that promises to keep away the sun's glare!
A*C*D: "Dry heat? Dry heat brings on many thirsts! Come, step right in, quench any thirst imaginable!" As the vendor tries to lure Cossy out of the morning sun and into his booth, Anarge's great stone door gets a number of sidelong looks from neighboring vendors, and more than a few would-be patrons giving it a wide berth. Last time something that big showed up, someone just as big (or bigger!) came walking out through it!
A*C*D: Steel, not stone
Kei Unit01: "No thank you~ I have my Benchy and thats good enough for me!" =D "...Unless you have, maybe... a bench cover?" Kei asks with a coy sidelong look. >.>
A*C*D: "A bench cover?" The small, catlike merchant's tail flicks about under his cloak, betraying his strong curiosity. "I don't have any here, but I imagine I can fetch you one! What kind of cover would you be interested in?"
Kei Unit01: "Something like a padded seat that would tie onto the to top of the bench." =D
Eleuterius Penfield: Dig that crazy Dream weather...it felt like only yesterday he was thawing out in front a fireplace. And yet, here was 'Looter, wandering around in the aformentioned Bazaar, pausing for a moment to wipe his brow. "Phew..."
Cossy: [Bazaar]: Cossy raises an eyebrow, and decides that he might as well get a drink. He steps into the booth, glancing around with the air of someone who is fairly at home with the situation, if not the heat.
Farsight: (( So... it's closed? ))
Kei Unit01: Other people complained that Stoney Grey was too uncomfortable for them to sit on. Phaw! Kei's tuccus cared not.
Bob the Outcast: ((no it isn't farsight))
A*C*D: "Ahhh, so a cushion for the sitting! Alas, I do not sell cushioning, but you may try my friend. He's around the curve here, five... maybe six stalls down! He's a late riser and a late-night seller, though, so he may not be awake just yet. Excellent cushions, scarves and blankets!"
A*C*D: {{Oh no, it's quite open}}
Bob the Outcast: ((He must have missed you asking the first time, but I was asking him over AIM earlier))
A*C*D: Bottles of all colors and shapes sit in aging wooden racks along the tent's three walls, labeled in a variety of languages from the beautiful to the harshly angular. "What can I interest you in, then? A flavor, a style? Perhaps some good stonewater to get you started in this morning?"
A*C*D: {{Oh, sorry. I did miss the earlier question. Unintentional! :(}}
Eleuterius Penfield: Hmm...that grey bench (and it's occupant) looked familiar...
A*C*D: 'Looter happens to pause... near the Kei and her bench! Just in time to hear the merchant suggest she go down and around the bend to find her bench cushion
A*C*D: {{Wow, I'm psychic with the placement. :D}}
Anarg'e: The door just looms there for a moment before a sizzling noise above it marks the appearance of green letters which simply state "Magical Artifacts."
Kei Unit01: "Scarves and blankets, too?? How can I resist!" ^__^ And Kei goes trotting along to see to that stall five or maybe six down to see a man about a bench cover. "Oh! What's that? She asks, keeping an eye out for nicknacks as she obliviously made her way down the row. =D
A*C*D: It seems to be mostly standard "flea market" fare, though she does pass a merchant trying to sell "hats of a thousand styles!" to any who pass by. "You! Yes you, the lovely lady with the stonework! You look like you could use a hat!"
Eleuterius Penfield: "Kei?" He blinked as he moved to follow everyone's favorite loveable cyborg (and sometimes bunny-rabbit).
Kei Unit01: "I could use a hat!" =D
A*C*D: Good thing she's a cyborg now! Bunnies don't need hats!
Kei Unit01: "Buh-wha?" Someone was calling her name! =O
Kei Unit01: Bunnies couldn't lift her bench. =(
Kei Unit01: Kei turns. She spies Eleuterius.
Kei Unit01: She beams! =D "Mister Penfield!" And she waves him over.
Kei Unit01: 'Looter could carry stuff for her! =D
Cossy: "Hmm..." the young kitsune murmurs, looking over the bottles, as much interested in unusual bottles as a drink. "At the moment, I'd probably best drink water, being unused to the climate, but I do collect bottles, especially Codd-neck bottles, and bottlecaps, as well." he says.
Eleuterius Penfield: 'Looter waved, friendly-like at the cyborg! Nobody seemed to be hawking aything to him...probably 'cos he looked broke.
A*C*D: "Bottles? Bottles I have plenty of!" He turns and takes Cossy's arm, leading him toward the very back of the tent where he stores the empties. "Feel free to browse!"
Tarpeia: A huge reptile woman, tall and powerfully muscled, wanders through the bazaar. Dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans she modified personally into shorts with her thick claws, she's nevertheless carrying a sheen of sweat. She's used to the comfortable climate-control of a spaceship, where if it ever got this hot, it would be sign of a disaster. She lingers from booth to booth, picking up and investigating various goods and knick knacks, and generally enjoying herself.
A*C*D: That's entirely possible, 'Looter. Scruffiness tends to do that... Well, the guy with the donut-looking things offered him a sample! It's desert funnel cake!
S.T.B.E: ((*Drops in possibly?*))
Anarg'e: A single soft click as the door unlocks. No more special effects to be seen.
A*C*D: Something shiny around the corner just might attract that big lady's eye. Shiny and metallic?
A*C*D: {{Go right ahead, though please no explosions. :D}}
Farsight: *Dressed in a rather scruffy looking six color, desert pattern battledress, with the arms hacked off messily- and a tan drab shemag, Farsight makes his way down the man street of the bazaar, moving himself down to check the various stores.*
S.T.B.E: *Perhaps shes halicuinating? Who knows! But its quite clear this thing is rolling in her direction! Behold Stubby making his way down, the dog like robot with enough explosives to level five city blocks, though, today, he has not such devices, only what cant be removed.*((What part of aforementioned city are we in, anyways?))
S.T.B.E: no*
Kei Unit01: "Come over here, Mister Penfield, and help me pick out hats!" =D Hats hats hats hats hats!
A*C*D: {{Most seem to be in the Bazaar.}}
A*C*D: {{If I go idle for a few minutes at time, carry on. Sneezing fits are not my friend. x.x}}
Eleuterius Penfield: "Uh...sure!" As he'd fall in step behind Kei.
S.T.B.E: ((Preemptive gesundheit, then. XD)) *Stubby rolls for a few more feet when he reaches the entrance to the bazaar, and unfolds and trots like a small dog towards the door, yet stands like a human being to open it!*
Cossy: Cossy does just that, browsing the bottles, looking for anything particularly unusual, as that's what tends to be more to his liking. Odd markings, strange shapes, odd ways of opening... The more the artistry to the bottle, the more he's interested in it. Function may dictate certain forms, but not all functions can be sered best by one specific form...
Kei Unit01: Kei then began to promptly began to try on, then buy hats, much to the peddler's delight, but haggling down the price each time to what she considered fair market value, aware enough to be wary of sudden inflation or increase in the peddler's first bid, much to his middling acceptance.
Kei Unit01: As she accumulated hats, she stacked them on 'Looter. ^_^
Tarpeia: She's studying a piece of clothing when the shining thing catches her eye. She glances around the bazaar, just looking to see who might be there, then sets the sand-coloured robe back in its place. She doesn't have any use for it, really. The heat might be a bit much, but her thick hide doesn't burn. She's better off wearing less than hiding from the sun.
A*C*D: Most of the bottles are very plain bottles, glass, wax and cork stoppers... but others are almost works of art, thin necks and fanciful shapes. There's even one that looks like it doesn't open, doesn't close, no stoppers or lids or caps or even openings, yet it once contained a liquid it no longer contains!
Eleuterius Penfield: Hopefully the Man of Many Hats doesn't find out that 'Looter's stealing his gig.
S.T.B.E: *Once the doors open, Stubby returns to his normal stature, walks in, and pushes the door shut with his hind leg. He looks about before proceeding foreward to the bar table.*
A*C*D: The Merchant first greets Kei's purchasing with enthusiasm, letting her first couple hats go for lowball prices. Dismay begins setting in when she continues to take his wares for such low prices...
A*C*D: The Bazaar is like a big, open canvas and wood tent city, crowded with booths. As the morning grows longer, more and more people move about. Most of the locals are not used to such things as Stubby, and he gets a few curious looks as he scrambles about.
Kei Unit01: Which was precisely why Kei was buying such large quantities of hats. She was being contrary to mythical beings. "You know... How much for just everything?"
Cossy: The unusual bottles immediately catch his eyes, and he turns to the vendor. "How much a piece?" he asks.
A*C*D: "E-everything, ma'am?" Poor guy's gone white as his cloak!
A*C*D: "Hmmm, I don't usually sell my bottles... what are you offering, young lad?" He pulls at his greyed beard as he thinks, and offers Cossy a glass of cool water. Cool? But all the bottles are hot!
S.T.B.E: *Stubby, used to crowded spots, weaves in an out of various peoples as he makes his way to the bar table. When he reaches it, he hops up onto a stool, not too far from Tarpeia, he doesn't order anything, rather, he just sits and observes the place for a few moments.*
Eleuterius Penfield: "Everything?" Said the pile of hats that was now 'Looter.
Val Kasriel: ((Ah... *waves* Does anyone object to the joining of a new-ish dreamer hoping to learn?))
Kei Unit01: "Yeah! I like hats!" =D
Tarpeia: She frowns at Stubby as he moves across the bazaar. She's not used to seeing such things either, and the machine looks just this side of sinister.
Bob the Outcast: ((*waves at Val* I'm not the host but I think you should come on in. Hi.))
Cossy: "How much do you usually charge on average for the full ones?" he asks, accepting the drink. "Thanks. And what do you generally like to be paid in, for that matter?"
A*C*D: {{Come on in Val. The dust is warm and the air is dry. :D}
A*C*D: "I c-can see that..." The poor guy's going to be ruined! But alas, that's commerce. He takes a look around at his remaining inventory... "An even two thousand, ma'am..."
Val Kasriel: ((=D Thanks.))
A*C*D: He does have quite a few hats!
Eleuterius Penfield: "C'mon Kei, I think you're bein' a bit unreasonable."
A*C*D: "Ahh, price for a full depends upon what's in it! See this bottle here?" He holds up another of those stopperless, totally closed bottles, this one full of bright blue liquid. "This rare gem goes for a hundred a bottle, as it must travel across the vast wastes to our east here. This is desert wine, fermented deep in the mesas of the high Wasteland for years before making the trip to Llasanis. Very valuable, and a prize for any to drink."
Kei Unit01: "I'll give you 3000. You gotta replace your inventory with something, right?" ^_~ On the upside, he just sold all those hats that no one else would buy. Kei begins exchanging the payment for the wares. "Hrm? What do you mean, Mister Penfield?"
Val Kasriel: Too hot. Obscenely, ridiculously hot. Particularly by frost spirit standards. That was Llasanis. And yet... If Kasriel was going to find someone who specialized in artifacts, he was going to have to just deal with the inconveniences of the search. And this bazaar seemed a good place to start... The ground scorched his bare feet as he wove his way through the stalls and the people, constantly scanning the wares and keeping a wary eye out for trouble.
A*C*D: If it's artifacts that Val's looking for, magic artifacts... there is that strange steel door that appeared earlier. The one with green letters on it.
S.T.B.E: *Stubby twirls his head and makes a cranking noise in one of his arms, He peers over the bartop at one of the drinks. Almost as if he has it under a microscope. He scans it fro a moment. <<50% Alchohol...>> he whispers. <<Curious...>>*
Eleuterius Penfield: "Well uh...what're you gonna do with all these hats?"
A*C*D: That seems to perk the poor guy up somewhat!
A*C*D: Or possibly not, as apparently Anarg'e and his door of doom have departed.
Anarg'e: ((I have not.))
A*C*D: {{Huzzah, you are still here!}}
Val Kasriel: A steel door? Hmm. Well, that's unusual. Weren't these places usually filled with booths and stalls, things that were easy to take down when the merchants had to move on? Well, regardless. He looked up at the lettering, silver-blue eyes narrowed slightly. Then, apparently steeling himself, he tried to open it. Knocking seemed rather silly, after all, when entering a shop...
Tarpeia: The big lizard lady frowns as she sees Kasriel moving through the bazaar. She's in bare feet herself, of course. But her feet are leathery, tough things. Her skin far thicker than any human's. It seems ridiculous for someone to go around in bare feet in a place where even the beggars manage to dig up shoes. She watches the suspicious man a moment, tucking a stray bit of hair back behind one horn.
Kei Unit01: "Wear 'em, probably. In my own private fashion show at home." ^_^ "OhhH! And then, maybe, maybe, I'll put them all in a pile and run and romp through them as a bunny." =D Kei begins tucking hats away into her coat where they... disappear.
Val Kasriel: The back of his neck prickled slightly, in that funny you're-being-watched way, and Kas half-turned to glance over his shoulder. He caught the lizard lady's eye and met it steadily, as if daring her to make some comment to him, but didn't speak.
Anarg'e: The polished knob has no temperature. It feels neither hot, nor cold. There is simply a... lack. A frost spirit such as Val may immediately recognize this as abnormal, but what isn't in this place? The door rolls open easily despite size and apparent weight. Inside is revealed a little lounging area. A chair here, a coffee table there, another couch. Some tasteful paintings of various famous artifacts being wielded (Arthur to name one). At the back is a generically brown counter with a generically odd person. None other than the chaos mage.
S.T.B.E: *Stubby has that mischievous, thieving feeling creeping through his emotion chips. Hes gazing with that single cycloptic eye. Hes looking at the barteder, distracted, this could be his chance to get away with a near perfect catalyst for a maltov cocktail, one explosive he never used. hes gzaing at the 32 ounce bottle longingly now..*
A*C*D: His glee over getting more than he asked for his inventory suddenly evaporates at the sight of such a magical property for a coat. "My sun and stars... is that coat an artifact?"
Cossy: "That does indeed make sense... Now that is an interesting one." he says with a nod. "I'll take that full one, and those..." he says, pointing out a number of the more unusual ones. "I'll give you, per bottle, a quarter what you charge for the fulls for the ones that are empty." he says.
Tarpeia: Her frown deepens a little when Kasriel looks back at her. She certainly shows no shame whatsoever at being caught watching him. She glances down at his feet after a moment, then finally looks away. Curiousity piqued, but she's not going to just go running over asking questions.
Tarpeia: Besides she has the sneaking suspicion she wants nothing to do with that weird door.
Kei Unit01: Kei hesitates. "...No?" And keeps stuffing hats away. >.>;
Eleuterius Penfield: 'Looter just sort of blinked, then just nodded at Kei...before finally resigning himself to crowd watching before recognizing a certain former gladiatrix. And a suspicious pile of hats waved at Tarpeia!
Val Kasriel: Noting Tarpeia turning away, he shrugged. She could follow if she cared to ask questions. Kasriel frowned slightly suspiciously at the door, as if expecting its bizarre lack-of-temperature to jump out and bite him. (Possibly a creature formed entirely of elemental energy could consider it a threat.) But he stepped inside, and up to the counter.
A*C*D: Tarpeia is smarter than she lets on then!
S.T.B.E: *When the bartender is distracted enough, stubby hops upwards onto a beam, and sneaks across, then flips upside down like a bat, hanging from the beam, of course, hes not very well concealed, but he doesn't have any cash, but he really wants that drink!*
A*C*D: "No? Then how are you...?" And he makes a stuffing motion, especially when that great, broad-brimmed farmer's shade goes into a pocket. It's baffling!
Anarg'e: The door swings shut behind him. The chaos mage looks up from where he's busily scratching out words upon a piece of paper with a quill. "Good evening." He says politely. No wares are immediately obvious.
A*C*D: "A quarter of their filled value, you say? Generous enough for me to say yes, I'd say!" He grins broadly and begins to tally up Cossy's bill for the bottles. "Would you like them wrapped up in their furs? Helps keep them from breaking when full."
Kei Unit01: "Really good... sleight of hand?" <=D Heh heh... More stuffing.
A*C*D: Stubby's going to come face to face with a man with a face that would make a gorilla blush. "You wouldn't be thinking of stealing from me, right?"
S.T.B.E: *Stubby blinks at the man. <<If stealing is in the context of borrowing a drink and using it as a test subject for an explosive due t its high alcohol content...>> he pauses. <<Then yes!>>
Val Kasriel: Kas clears his throat, a bit awkwardly, and speaks in a slightly rough voice. "Hello. Ah, I think I require your services. With a somewhat troublesome artifact. Can you break curses?" He pauses briefly in places as he speaks, as if picking his words carefully, trying not to reveal too much.
A*C*D: He blinks... but he heard a yes! "I don't take proper to thieves, golem!"
Cossy: "Yes, please." he says with a nod, fairly confident whatever number he'll get thrown at him, he can handle. He doesn't spend all that much on himself, and generally lives modestly, or, well, as modestly as one can when one has a spaceship...
A*C*D: The poor guy's going to be talking about "That sorceress in her magic coat" all day!
S.T.B.E: *Stubby chuckles. <<I don't take "proper" to stubborn barkeepers with highly flammable liquids who wont lend me said liquids!>> Stubby vaults off the beam, and snatches the bottle from the shelf, chuckles and begins to scoot away with it!* ((I couldnt resist causing a tiny bit of trouble XD))
Anarg'e: "Of course! There is no curse that could be made I could not break." He neglects to mention that in some cases that involves destroying the victim. "I assume you are talking about your collar." A raised eyebrow. The man certainly isn't a charlatan.
Kei Unit01: Time to make her exit. Stage Left, even! "Come on, Mister Penfield. We is Amscraying!" ^_^
Kei Unit01: Kei flounces off before she draws too much more attention to herself. Like the coat and the bench weren't enough.
A*C*D: "I ain't no barkeep!" Incredibly enough, he manages to swat the machine quite solidly as Stubby engages in larcenous aerobatics.
Val Kasriel: Well. That got a startled look from Kasriel, but he nods. "It's... troublesome." And here we run into the Issue that Kas had feared to tackle. "...I don't know what you accept in terms of currency. How much is it?" At worst, he'd have a goal to aim for...
A*C*D: The total isn't very alarming, given the price of some of those full bottles. Three figures, but some of the more innocuous of his selections had very valuable contents!
A*C*D: Magic coat, charming personality, a stone bench companion... Kei is a mistress of stealth!
S.T.B.E: *Stubby stumbles away, his body is quite contorted, and manages to recorrect himself, making gruesome crank noises as he does. <<And i ain't no stray dog friend!>> he chuckles and begins to turn away to run!*
Tarpeia: ((Sorry if I missed anything. Was suddenly needed elsewhere))
Eleuterius Penfield: And her mysterious plaid companion is dragged along for the ride!
Anarg'e: He holds up a hand. "I have not even examined the spell. How could I give you an estimate without even looking? Yes, it is quite obvious a curse is there-but even a normal man with good perceptions could tell the same." He steeples his fingers. "Now then. How did this curse come about?"
Eleuterius Penfield: ((I think 'Looter waved at her.))
A*C*D: "Stop that thief!" Gorilla-ugly has quite a voice! Unfortunately, he's a bit trapped behind the stall's counter, and can't quickly get out to chase the thieving machine.
Tarpeia: ((Aww. It's good to know he cares))
Val Kasriel: "Sorry. I assumed a flat rate... I've never studied human magic." He briefly turned to glance over his left shoulder, as if to check if anyone's listening -- though certainly he'd hear anyone come into the shop. "...I made enemies of some humans who specialize in binding my kind to a single form. They ambushed me, and placed the curse on me. As far as I can tell, it's tied to the collar, but I'm not sure how to remove it while keeping my head intact."
Anarg'e: A subtle pause. Val may feel a brief, metaphysical pressure, but it passes. "Can you be more descriptive than that? Did they have any titles, what did they look like, how old were they... and so on."
Kei Unit01: "Whew! That was a close one, huh?" ^_^ She says, only two stalls down from the Hat Vendor. Then there was the cry: "Carry-O-Kei! Carry-O-Kei! Carry-O-Kei!" And little images of light danced around on some guy's booth in jubilee. "Oh god!" And Kei just shields her face and tries to just keep going without being noticed.
Eleuterius Penfield: "Uh..." And 'Looter diligently followed!
Centaur Prime: ((Space for one more for a bit?))
A*C*D: That Carry-O-Kei booth looks quite busy! She's a hit, even out here on the fringe!
A*C*D: {{Sure!}}
Val Kasriel: Kas frowned. "I didn't know any of them personally. But their group called themselves the Akashic Hand. All human. They work in teams -- some who specialize in offensive casting to keep their target distracted long enough for the binding spells to take effect... I think the ones who did the binding were pretty old, but I didn't get a good look at them. I was... otherwise occupied."
S.T.B.E: *Stubbys whistling wildly now, and hs making a break for the door! look at him go, his winding in and out of people like a golden retriever on mind expanding drugs!*
Kei Unit01: "Just keep walking, Mister Penfield. We got to make it to the Seat Cover Booth Guy."
Cossy: Cossy quickly, and without so much as batting an eye, pays the price, plus a bit. In his experience, paying well both makes the people he pays lives a little easier, and greases wheels, so now that he can, he likes to. "It was a pleasure meeting you." he says with a smile.
Kei Unit01: "Benchy Stoney Grey needs a Bench Cover!" =D
A*C*D: Gorilla face is getting himself untangled from his stall, and it doesn't seem like Stubby's being stopped by any random do-good Bazaar goer...
Centaur Prime: *Add one more, somewhat large traveler to the mix, striding out from an inn. He flew in over night, to avoid the heat of the day, and is now looking to see what can be found*
Anarg'e: "Now that is troubling." He frowns. "Have you ever tried to remove an enchantment placed by specialists who were trained in that specific area and, furthermore, to work together?" He grimaces. "Unless they left some inherent flaw... Lean a little closer." A jeweler's eye loupe is lifted up from under the counter.
Eleuterius Penfield: "He does?" As he followed...hrm...he'd have stop sooner or later to hunt down that raptor-tooth necklace Ginger wanted...
Val Kasriel: Kas obligingly moves a little closer, though the scrutiny is making him uncomfortable. "I know it's asking a great deal."
S.T.B.E: *Stubby winds around to see the gorrila face, he chuckles and keeps on going! He bolts out the door and slides to a grinding halt on the sidewalk, courteous enough to shut the door, he gives a robotic huff, examines his theft, and begins to trot away...*
Anarg'e: "Yes, yes." The device is used to examine the chain carefully; both the phyiscal and magical structure.
A*C*D: Mr. Blankets, Scarves and Cushions is just setting up when Kei comes around the bend, hanging brightly coloured blankets and equally bright scarves both filmy and hefty, light and heavy. He has quite a selection!
Anarg'e: ((*physical))
Kei Unit01: "Of course he does! Other people think that, just because he's a stone bench, he's uncomfortable and doesn't need to excessorize. I say nay! He needs a pretty pink bench cover." And Kei points! "And that's the man whom is gonna sell me one!" =D
A*C*D: It seems Stubby lost that human gorilla somewhere among the booths. Home free!
Tarpeia: The huge green lady finally finds something she likes. A big grin crosses her face as she pulls a massive, over-weighted blade up from one of the booths, studying the sword in the bright sun and gauging its weight. A cute, crude weapon.
Eleuterius Penfield: Hrm...maybe he'll get one for Tarpeia too. It'd be a surprise!
S.T.B.E: *Not to lose his gaurd so easily, Stubby's taking the high roar, he engages his climber claws, and latches to the side of the Bazaar and begins to climb, bottle clasped in his chassis.*
S.T.B.E: road*
A*C*D: There certainly is a lot of pink in the man's wares. It seems to figure prominently in local designs!
A*C*D: {{A note to clarify, the Bazaar is not a building... it's a little tent-city, if you will. >.>}}
Cossy: ((Hooray swap-meets!))
Val Kasriel: Kasriel stays quite still for the examination. Physically, the chain is solidly forged, iron, silver, and steel. No sign of any clasp, or indeed any indication of how it was fastened around Kas' neck in the first place. As for magical... Anarg'e may find that, while the chain is very resistant to any attempt by Kasriel to alter or resist its effects, the enchanters apparently weren't expecting someone else to be attempting to undo their work. The defenses against external interference aren't quite so... extreme.
S.T.B.E: ((Wells Stubby is then poking holes in the tent! Harharhar!!!!))
Val Kasriel: Less likely to cause the chain to violently explode, anyway.
Anarg'e: He sits back and sets the eyepiece down. He eyeballs Kasriel up and down. "Now, for the final question. Why were you bound in the first place? And why, exactly, were the makers of this chain so excessive in their work?"
Anarg'e: Yeah, he's not going to test that yet.
A*C*D: The tent material, alas, is not the best to support weight, and an angry shout comes from inside the violated tent as the side starts to tear away!
S.T.B.E: *Stubby makes a robotic "uh oh" soudn as the tent tears and he falls through! Back to square one, hes riding the tearing cloth all the way down, swinging like Tarzan, eh leaps off, and wouldn't you know who he lands next to?*
A*C*D: Gorilla face. Who takes another swipe at him! "Thief! Give me back that bottle!"
Tarpeia: She steps back from the booth a little, and the surrounding crowd is smart enough to take a few steps back from a giant dinosaur lady with a sword. She's able to get enough room to give the weapon an experimental swing or two, and laughs at the absurd weight of the blade. "It's a decoration," she rumbles. "Not a weapon." She hands it back to the merchant, smiling but a little dismissive.
Tarpeia: Not that she has any money on her anyway.
Kei Unit01: "Hello, good merchant." Kei greets the night salesman. The salesman that sells by night? The Wares Distributor of the Lonely Dark Hours of the Sun-less World? Ahh! Vampire! D= No... wait. Cough. "Um, hi! Do you have a bench cover for Stoney Grey here?" ^_^
S.T.B.E: *Stubby bends backward, almost as if he reversed his body!, the bottle is seen firmly placed in his chest, he flips over again and begins to head for the door once again! <<Its my bottle now!!!>> he shouts*
A*C*D: "A... bench cover?" He doesn't seem to understand. He's rather brightly dressed himself, his cloak a riot of bright colors to rival Kei's own tie-dye coat!
Val Kasriel: Kasriel looks more weary, than anything, as he meets Anarg'e's eyes. "I'm not a threat to you, if that's what you care about. The Akashic Hand... And many like them, in my world..." How best to explain a centuries-old practice, one that Kas himself did not agree with? "There was a war, long ago. The entire planet was ravaged. It's standard practice to bind those like me if we show unusual power, to ensure it doesn't happen again."
Kei Unit01: "I need a cushion to tie onto my bench here!" Kei smiles and holds out her bench for him to see. ^_^
A*C*D: "Ah, a seat pad! I think I have just the pad you need!" He turns, shuffles club-footedly toward the pile of pillows at the back of his little tent... and pulls out a brilliant purple and gold pad!
Eleuterius Penfield: "Whoa...fancy." 'Looter gawked.
A*C*D: {{One moment, blood here}}
Kei Unit01: "Whoa! But does it fit?" Kei asks and sets down the Bench for a demonstration.
Anarg'e: "I see." He doubts this is the whole story. But, money is always a good decider for him. "Ten thousand gold pieces is my price."
Val Kasriel: ...ouch. "...All right. I don't have that much, but I assume your shop isn't going away anytime soon." He valiantly hides the disappointment.
A*C*D: It looks long enough for Benchy... But that's awful, well... over the top for such a stolid grey companion!
Anarg'e: Mmn. Scalping. "It may be. It may not. You will likely see me again when that much money is acquired, at any rate."
Kei Unit01: "I'll take it! What else do you have? For, you know, less auspicious occasions?"
Val Kasriel: Kasriel nods. "Thank you. At least now I have an idea... Prior to this, no one I've talked to was willing or able to consider removing it at all."
A*C*D: "Less auspicious? You would dress this fine piece of stone in peasant rags!?"
Anarg'e: "That was because they were worried about the potential explosive side-effects."
Val Kasriel: "The what?" A look of alarm passed over Kasriel's features.
Eleuterius Penfield: 'Looter blinked, pausing to adjust the large straw hat he'd been left with.
Anarg'e: He considers it briefly. "Pretend, for a moment, the curse is a wire wound painfully taught. If snapped without caution it could lash out to others around."
Kei Unit01: "My bench likes to blend in with the other benches and not always make them feel so poor, you know!" D=
Val Kasriel: "...oh." Explosive side effects. Explosive. The word inspired some... very interesting mental images. "Literally explosive?"
A*C*D: "I see, I see... perhaps something in a deep blue?"
Kei Unit01: "Blue is good! And one in black for when he's feeling Goth and a pink one when he feels pretty." =D
Yasmine Samira: With her clothes flowing about her and the faint scent of incense in the air, Yasmine Samira arrives at the bazaar, curious to investigate a place similar to home, and perhaps carrying some excitement.
Eleuterius Penfield: "Benches feel pretty?"
A*C*D: "A pink cushion would be fabulous!" Seems that he's as crazy as Kei is! He shuffles about gathering different cushions, and a few blankets of wild patterns in pink and blue and white. "Mayhaps a pad, then blankets to drape across him for the cool of winter and the hot blazing sun?"
Kei Unit01: "Yeah!" This sounds fabulous to Kei.
Anarg'e: A long, long pause.
Anarg'e: "...Sometimes."
Kei Unit01: "Of course he feels pretty sometimes. He gets imprinted with a lot of my feelings due to proximity, so sometimes he feels pretty."
Val Kasriel: The pause did not bode good things. "I think," Kasriel said slowly, "I will be careful about messing with the curse."
Anarg'e: "Indeed." Why do you think he's charging so much?
Eleuterius Penfield: "Oh..." Kei was confusing 'Looter!
Kei Unit01: "Don't go 'Oh' when you don't get it." D=
Yasmine Samira: Overhearing the discussion between Kei and the merchant, she pauses to admire the fabrics being displayed. Then again... there is that vendor with the gleaming bottles. She toys with the bottle dangling from the chain around her neck. Perhaps she should see which merchant can entice her fancy more?
Val Kasriel: ((Ehh, I only just noticed the time... It is late here, and I have early class tomorrow.)) "I should probably go." He hesitated, then asked, "Is there a way I can contact you? When I acquire the ten thousand, that is."
Anarg'e: "Look for me, and I will likely be there." He answers.
Anarg'e: ((Alright. Night then.))
Val Kasriel: ((G'night!)) Kasriel nodded, then exited the shop... Looks like he had a new goal to aim for.
Anarg'e: So. One customer. He considered making the entryway into this room less scary. ...Nah.
Kei Unit01: "It's a psychic thing. Because I carry him around so much, my feeling and emotions tend to rub off on him. Um, like, uh, dye or somthing. Yeah! Put a white cloth in some dye, the longer the cloth is in that dye, the more strongly that color shows up. Yeah!" =D
Anarg'e: The door that leads into his shop continues to loom.
A*C*D: "Of course he feels pretty! All things can feel pretty, and kind and wonderful and wretched at their own turns!" He seems to be holding up a blanket on each arm, holding each in turn up to Stoney. "So what do you say... Grey, was it? The pink, or the teal and green?"
A*C*D: And the bottle merchant is really a drink-monger, with bottles simply being a side-business that's occasionally quite profitable!
Yasmine Samira: Yasmine considers a moment, before making her way over to the drink-monger with bottles. "Excuse me..." she asks, leaning against his counter, "May I look at your... bottles?"
Kei Unit01: "Pink!"
Eleuterius Penfield: "Sorry..." And 'Looter'd resign himself to swag-hauling duties, for now.
A*C*D: "Look at my bottles, young lady? Sun and sand, I should get out of the drink business and just sell my bottles it seems! Please, come in, come in... browse to your delight. Can I get you something to sip on while you peruse?"
Bob the Outcast: ((Sorry for disappearing. I'd like to steal time from my friend PF by announcing that I've just put a sign-ups thread in PERFORM))
A*C*D: {{Go ahead and link it, Bob. Pimp away!}}
A*C*D: "Pink for the grey!"
Bob the Outcast: ((Nah. Folks can find it if they're interested. Just putting the word out is enough))
Xaila: (( *peeks her head in to wave at everyone, she totally forgot about this. Go her! Now she poofs* ))
Yasmine Samira: Yasmine smiles, and saunters into the shop. "I'd be delighted to sample your wares..." she tells him. "I just find a certain appeal in bottles."
Kei Unit01: "I shall buy this pink cushion!" And she does. Whatever the price he first quoted. And that other more frilly one, too.
Kei Unit01: "Come on 'Looter. You must have wanted to buy something, too? Whatcha looking for?"
A*C*D: "You know, a young man came through here just a while ago with similar tastes. What would you like, little lady, while you browse my glasswares? A bit of first pressing of sunberry? Imported deepwell water from the plains' aquifers?"
A*C*D: "Excellent, excellent! Would my colorful friend care to maybe choose a scarf to go with her magnificent coat?"
Anarg'e: The door lurks around the corner of 'Looter's vision.
Eleuterius Penfield: "Actually I heard this place had those...whatchamacallits...teeth-necklaces? I was thinkin' of gettin' one for Ginger and Tarp." He was going to get one for Reggie too, but it's doubtful this place sells such prohibitively large necklaces.
Eleuterius Penfield: And he's trying not to pay any attention to the ominous door.
A*C*D: He might be surprised! And there was a jewelry merchant on the far side of the first, chair selling cat that Kei first saw.
Yasmine Samira: "Hmmm... I'll try the sunberry." She smiles, glancing over the bottles, looking for any that seem elegant and different. "I suppose people just find a certain beauty in glassware."
Eleuterius Penfield: ((...-Nervously contemplates signing someone up for Bob's thread.-))
Kei Unit01: "Yeah! That one!" She points out a scarf and buys it. "Come on, Mister Penfield, I saw just the booth!" And Kei grabs his hand and races him back past all the booths they had already transversed, back to the first one, and then to the Jeweler.
A*C*D: Despite Cossy's earlier perusal, there's still a wide variety interesting containers. Including another of those with no obvious opening, no stopper or cap or top, that loops in on itself endlessly. How is it filled, and how does it pour?
Eleuterius Penfield: 'Looter blinked, and was then dragged along! Good thing he found a girl to follow around, they're good at this shopping thing.
A*C*D: "Have a grand time with your pads, Bench!" He calls after them, grinning and eagerly accosting some poor soul to bedeck her in pink and green.
Yasmine Samira: Yasmine is curious about how the opening-less bottle functions, although her tastes run slightly towards more traditional bottles. Still, she can't help but ask. "How does this bottle work, sir?"
A*C*D: The jewelry booth glitters attractively in the sun. Jade, gemstones and silver seem to be the most common sights!
Eleuterius Penfield: But does it carry teeth?
Eleuterius Penfield: At any rate, 'Looter braved the booth. "E...excuse me?"
Kei Unit01: Kei waits to carry stuff this time.
A*C*D: Not out in the open, but he might if you ask. As they approach he's selling a young couple on a stunning pair of necklaces, silver with great clusters of gemstones embedded in the metal.
A*C*D: "Yes sir, can I help you?" He seems happy enough as he pockets the proceeds from such a sale.
Krinele Fullin: (( And... chat's almost over, folks. Wrap it up, for your GM's well being! ))
Eleuterius Penfield: "Yes, I'm looking for...well...uh...raptor-teeth necklaces?" Might as well spit it out.
A*C*D: He thinks for a moment... "Birds don't have teeth, son." He must be thinking of hawks!
Eleuterius Penfield: "No...I mean...the lizard."
A*C*D: "Never heard of a lizard raptor."