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 Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 3:54 pm
Nieve was glancing around at the different stalls, trailing behind the group. She had finally caught up to them in time to see Iniko touch the man's arm. She chuckled herself, knowing there was nothing to worry about there, and walked over to Wylie. She looped her arm into Wylie's available one and smiled. "Isn't this fun?"
Jarlan glanced at the new stall full of shirts and shrugged. "I mean, I like the white one, but I need more colors don't I?" His eyes scanned the colors and he spoke again. "I could use a brown or black shirt." He shrugged again.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 4:15 pm
Wylie chuckled, and looped her arm with Nieve, nodding. "This is fun, especially watching Iniko haggle." It wasn't odd for Wylie, watching the youngest of them be the most adapted to the real world. She smiled affectionately at him and at Jarlan, leaning her head against the top of Nieve's, the cool touch of her hair keeping Wylie in the present.
Iniko nodded, cracked his knuckles, stepping forward and flirting his way into a set of three shirts- black, brown, and white- on the cheap. Nodding as they walked away, Iniko tucked the shirts into a bag hanging at his waist, glancing at Wylie, who's free arm held the sweaters. "Here, let me put those in my bag."
Wylie nodded, and handed them over, before glancing to her left for some odd reason. There was a bolt of fabric the exact shade of Nieve's eyes, with a tell tale sticker marked- clearance. Her hand gripping Inikos arm, she flicked her gaze towards it so he'd notice. She'd figured out, from watching him, that letting the stall vendor know how bad they wanted it only increased the price.
Iniko, catching Wylie's gaze, and glancing to the left, felt the wind knocked out from under him. The fabric was perfect. Strolling over, he rubbed it between his fingers and scowled a little, as if it was distasteful. Inside his head, he thought it was the smoothest fabric he'd ever felt. "What's wrong with this fabric, it's clearanced?" 'Oh, it was commisoned, but then the guy's money fell through. It's a specific kind of cloth, resistent to cold, but it's not very sturdy, so no one really wants it." This vendor didn't seem to care about the fabric- it was perfect. "Well, I've got some money on me, but not quite all of this," he held up the tag. The vendor raised an eyebrow, and after a small moment of haggling, Iniko walked over to nieve, and proudly placed the fabric in her arms.
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 6:14 pm
Nieve blinked and tilted her head at Wylie's and Iniko's interaction, and then watched him walk over to the fabrics stall. She looked away, knowing that if she saw something she liked, she wouldn't be able to conceal it. She finally responded to Wylie's statement before. "It is, it's fun to see him interact with the people." She smiled and in the moment she closed her eyes, she was holding onto the fabric. "huh? What's..." She felt it, and almost squealed. "This is beautiful. Thank you." She beamed at both Iniko and Wylie. "We should find Jameson and get home, so we can maybe start on this new dress?" She looked at Wylie with puppy dog eyes.
Jarlan smiled. "Thanks." Then watched once more as Iniko haggled. He raised an eyebrow when he came back and softly muttered a, "So you become more a flirt to get what you want?" It wasn't a jab, just a statement to understand.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 6:40 pm
Wylie chuckled softly when she saw Nieve's face as she held the fabric. "Mission acomplished. When we get home-" Wylie Was interupted by Nieve frantically asking if they could work on the new dress. With an almost regal nod, Wylie grinned widely. "Of course, like I was just saying. When we get home, we can get to measuring you, and I can peak into your mind," She wiggled her fingers dramatically at Nieve's head. "To see exactly what kind of dress you're picturing."
Iniko gave a one armed shrug at Jarlans comment. "Eh. It works.. Course, probably would be lethal if you tried it, considering how many lovelorn looks you keep getting. Of course, Wylie's been shooting many of them some... pretty messed up looks." Iniko, mimicing Jarlan, raised a single eyebrow. "Anything we need to know there?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 7:19 pm
Nieve held onto the fabric delicately and jumped excitedly. "Oh yay!" She smiled to Wylie, and then glanced around, trying to find Jameson with her eyes. "Uh, guys? Shouldn't we find Jameson, or is he going to pop up behind us?" As she said this, she checked behind them.
Jarlan flushed softly, and looked to the floor. "Nope, nothing important. It can wait til home, I think." He then blinked and looked at Wylie and then Iniko. "Wait, she was?" He lit up a bit, and got a goofy grin before looking over at Nieve. "He'll probably pop up, that or he's waiting at the plane already."
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 7:42 pm
Wylie laughed and, so that she wasn't left out, jumped up at down with Nieve as well, giggling as girls are prone to do with their best friends. Though naturally drawn to the boys since puberty, growing up they'd all been the best of friends equally, and that was easy enough to see.
Iniko chuckled. "Nothing important, and yet there's something that has to wait til we get home? If you say so, Jar, Jar." He stuck his tongue out, then, hearing Nieve and Jarlan, nodded. "You must be his son, it took me three trips to realize he'd be back at the plane when he was done, and no where else."
Wylie, taller than Nieve, began glancing around with her, but even she couldn't spot JAmeson. Frowning, and not hearing the conversation between the boys, Wylie turned and marched over to Jarlan. "Hold still for a sec, dormouse." She placed her hands on his shoulders, hopped up, and basically put herself into a piggie back position on him, so as to see an extra few feet higher, and maybe spot Jameson.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 7:59 pm
Jarlan made a face at Iniko. "Jar Jar? That's worse than JJ." He smiled proudly at the next statement. "Well, I just figured that's where he would be." He shrugged a bit and then blinked as Wylie walked over. "Wait, why?" She had already hopped up on his back before he finished his question. Flushing, he moved his hands to her legs to keep her steady. "Wh-why are you on my back now?"
Nieve gave a small nod when she heard Jarlan, then chuckled as his face went red. "Wylie, ease up on him. I don't think his face can go more red." She chuckled once more, and held onto the fabric tighter. The more she had began to chuckle, the more her own face would go red. Silly girl, don't overheat yourself.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 8:30 pm
Iniko laughed at Jarlan's face, only to double over laughing when Wylie just climbed on his back like he was some sort of a step stool.
Wylie, her gaze scanning for the familiar mountain man, flickered a glance down to Jarlan. "I'm looking for your dad, silly!" She patted his head, before returning her hand to his shoulder for stability. When Nieve told her to go easy on him she tilted her head. "Huh?" Glancing down at Jarlan, a few strands of her hair slid in front of his face. "I'm not too heavy, am I Dormouse?"
Meanwhile, Jameson was standing by the plane, wondering if he had time to sneak a cigarette before they got back. Iniko, upon learning what they could do to a person, had hidden or thrown out all of his, and Jameson had been getting better and better at hiding his packs.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 8:44 pm
Jarlan shook his head. "We figured out that he's at the plane already, weren't you listening?" He mumbled out as his face started to go down in color. Instead of talking to Nieve or Iniko, he just started walking to the plane, holding Wylie on his back. "Why would you be heavy?"
Nieve finished her chuckling, and she pulled on Iniko's sleeve. She pulled him along as she skipped and weaved around people. "Hey Jarlan, wait Mr. I-have-a-wide-gait!" How did she even know what a gait was? Books, had to be books.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 8:57 pm
Wylie tilted her head when he spoke, glancing down at him. "No, I guess I wasn't. I was too busy trying to find him." When he started walking to the plane, Wylie's fingers dug into his shoulders a little more, to help maintain her balance. She didn't object when he started walking, just smiled. Along with glares from the other women, they got a few whistles, and quite a few 'aw, what lovely couples'.
Iniko just, once he recovered from laughing, scooped up Nieve bridal style and, ever so slightly, used his time powers to 'jog' to catch up to Jarlan. "Jar-Jar, slow down if you ever want me to stop calling you that!"
Wylie bent down, looping her arms loosly around Jarlans neck, and whispering into his ear, "We should race them to the plane!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:11 pm
Jarlan's face was constantly cooling down and flushing, which would be troublesome if it were Nieve instead. At being called 'Jar-Jar' again, he scrunched his face up. "I swear that if he calls me that again, I'll make sure he won't be able to anymore." To the surrounding ears that sounded like a violent threat, but it wasn't violent. If Jarlan were to ever use his powers for selfish reasons, that would be one reason to. "Wylie, you want me to race the guy who could run faster than me if he wanted to?" He glanced back at her and shook her head. "Alright, I suppose this could be fun." With that said, the tall young adult began to sprint towards the plane.
Nieve squeaked softly at being picked up, and held onto Iniko's shirt. "It seems like he's running away now." She looked up at him. "Maybe he wants to race?" She grinned sheepishly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:20 pm
Wylie chuckled. "He's carrying Nieve and in public, nows your only cha-" When he broke into a sprint, wylie gave a loud, joyful laugh, trailing behind her into the crowd and to Iniko's ears.
Iniko frowned, shifting his bag behind him, and holding Nieve, "Hold on tight, hot stuff." Slowing down time, Iniko had to restrain himself from fully running, or it'd look suspcious to the crowd, Iniko nevertheless started pumping his legs, Nieve bouncing against his chest, as he fought to keep up with the long legged-man who had gotten an absurd head start.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:35 pm
Jarlan smiled, continuing to run. He saw the ending of the bazaar and started to push himself to run faster. He knew once Iniko reached there, he would have no chance of winning this little race.
Nieve clutched onto Iniko's shirt, not used to bouncing this much. She watched as the other two were taking off into the clearing and looking up at Iniko. "That was cheap, using the head start. She pouted a moment, before relaxing and watching the people as Iniko ran by them, counting things they had in their hands.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:40 pm
Wylie watched as Iniko got closer and closer, close enough that Wylie could have reached out and high fived Nieve if they tried. For a split second, she contemplated illusioning Iniko into tripping, but she didn't want Nieve to get hurt, or the fabric to get damaged. Glancing forward, Wylie instead leaned close to Jarlan and encouraged him.
Iniko wrapped his arms more tightly around Nieve, trying to prevent her from bouncing as much, but focusing on her slowed him down just a smidge, and as they reached the end of the plaza, Jarlan was in the lead, and the plane- with Jameson smoking beside it, and frantically trying to put out his cigarette- was in sight.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:57 pm
Jarlan kept running, face getting red from exhaustion. He wanted to win and then saw his dad with something. What was that and what was he doing to it? In any case, Jarlan took the advantage of Nieve slowing Iniko down a bit and pushed a little more ahead, reaching the plane a fraction before his friend. He put his hands on the side of the plane and leaned his head over. catching his breath.
Nieve giggled, reaching her hand out to Wylie only to take it back when Jarlan went a little further. She looked at Jameson, idly wondering what he was doing. She saw the red color, and it clicked that whatever it was, it was burning. Nieve clinged to Iniko, memories of anything resembling a burning feeling flooding into her mind.
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