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Children laughing, parents yelling, dogmatic vendors shouting at the top of their lungs proclaiming that their wares were best. Nothing phased the young woman as she walked along the crowded fruit stands. One could even say that she was either deaf or a saint, as the soft smile that caressed her pink lips never faded-- even when a pair of rascals ran out from somewhere and nearly trampled her over. Then again, she probably was a saint, as only saints wore large wooden rosaries about their waists. Right?

Saint or not, the young girl was quite a sight to behold. One could not determine if she was a woman of the cloth or a warrior from a single glance as her fashion was rather eccentric and her demeanor that of giddy two year old. Oh thank you Father, for these moments of peace which you have blessed me with. I fear that it may be rather short lived, but I sincerely hope that you have it within you to grace me a bit lo--

A shout came from somewhere, promptly followed by the cries of panicking folk and a large cloud of dust. Instantly did those amber-grey orbs shift toward the heavens and the delicate lines of her features pull into a heartfelt scowl. "You love to tempt me, don't you?" She asked, her left hand reaching toward the sky in a tight fist. "You just LOVE testing me like this every day, DON'T YOU!? Why?! What have I done?! GODDAMIT!!!"

That clearly exposed face turned from an alabaster hue to that of bright crimson. Plump tears twisted into a snarl and when her eyes fell to those around her, the look of hate vanished into that of embarassment. A little boy turned to his mother and tugged at her skirt, only to say : "Mommy, did that nun just spoke the lord's name in vain? Isn't that a sin?"

"uh....er...." Emabarassed, the nun-in-question dropped her raised hand to touch the habit which covered most of those raven locks from prying eyes and pretended to scratch the back of her head. " That is what a sinner would say, indeed! And whoever sins in such a fashion should pray two Hail Mary's and think about what they've just done."

Coughing one last time, she took a few steps back only to spin on the rubber heel of her boots before breaking into a run. The thick rubber soles fell unto the cobble stone in loud thuds and sent dust swirling into the air. The black veil flapped in the wind as she ran, and the cross at her waist fluttered to one moment only to fall against her hip the next. But the most interesting thing of all was not the short-habit (as it fell knee length) or the combat boots (that fell short just below the knees), the fact she was running or the look of disdain on her face: it was the four and a half foot glistening blade at her hand.

Obviously, that Sister was no ordinary Sister.

Bakemono, I am going to kill you and I care not what the hell the Pope or the Mandatum has to say. If its you behind that ruckus, I am having your head on a damned platter!

Fury turned to confusion as she reached the scene and found her charge nowhere near the scene of the crime. The culprits? A confused beggar, an annoyed bat-girl thief, that obnoxious merchant she'd managed to dodge at least four times in one hour and a bunch of people in a stirred up commotion. Blinking, she put away Sammael in its sheath at her back then promptly took a few steps into the crowd, searching for someone.

"Alright, what the hell is going on? Is this someone's sick idea of a damned joke?"

The door swing open once agian but with the opening two Young warriors are revieled. One bares with him a darkness brought from years of Anger and hate whiule the other brang a Powerful light brought from Kindness and careing. Although they were complete opposite they were born of the same Parents.
They both held a large buster sword but wore different armor. The darker of the two Steel wore Black turtle armour whil Silver wore White Turtle armour.
They had one thing in common however. The loved Battle and soaked themselves in the blood of there enemies.

It was all she could do not to break down laughing so hard that it would surely bring on tears as well. Glad for the protective straw hat and thick scarf she wore, the figure slid along through the crowd, keeping her head down to hide the laughter that shone in her dual colored eyes. It would appear that this was the absolute best day to visit the market. With the gender shifting bat person, bewildered poor waif that got caught up with said bat person, the arrogant fox merchant, and what appeared to be a fighting nun, there was no telling what else would happen. If the velvet swathed female had been wishing for a bit of excitement, right now she was getting more then she could have ever bargined for in this lifetime.

Bending down swiftly, she snatched up an apple as it attempted to roll by her, and dusted it off with the end of her scarf. The fruit was still good, a little dusty and bruised, but still good to eat. Chuckling softly to herself, she began to scoop up more fruit, even going as far to push people out of the way so as to catch the various spherical foods before they could be crushed under food. However, before her arms were even half full, a heavy hand lowered down onto her shoulder.

"What do you think you're doing!" The overly loud male voice barked at her, as the merchant that was holding onto her arm glared down at her. Tilting her head back slightly so as to see past the brim of her hat, the now rather irritated girl returned his glare and even bared her sharp teeth in a strained smile that was in no way pleasent. The force her gare was enough to make even the larger man step back. "I'm attempting to pick up the fruit for that poor bat girl over there. Some of it's getting squashed under foot as it is by ignorant people such as yourself!" Stamping a hidden foot down onto the cobble stones that emitted a sharp clanking noise like two stones being struck together, she continued to glare even as the merchant released her arm and stepped back. "Well? Are you going to help me pick up the fruit or not?!" As her voice rang out again, the merchant and the few other people around her who overheard the short conversation, began to pick up the fruit as well.

Laughing lightly into her scarf as she fixed it back around her face where the merchant had knocked it loose when he grabbed her, the girl went back to scooping up fruit. Watching the merchant she had just convienced to help, as he moved farther and farther away from his booth in search of more fallen fruit, she laughed again and slid over to his stand. The various trinkets and clothes that cluttered the small stand didn't catch her eye, but the stack of woven reed baskets by his stand did.

Glancing around quickly to make sure no one was watching her to closely, she snatched a small, black painted basket and filled it with the fruit that she was currently holding. Laughing again as it appeared that no one was the wiser of her thievery, she re-entered the crowd that continued to stand and watch the strange going-ons and made her way over to the bat girl. Kneeling down by her side, she held out the basket of fruit to the seemingly distraught bat girl. "Here." She spoke softly, comfortingly. "I picked up some of your fruit for you before it could be crushed under the feet of this arrogant mob. I didn't get it all, but what I did get seems to be still good to eat." Tugging her scarf down slightly, she flashed the girl a gental smile that was only stopped from being sencere by the needle sharp points of her teeth that showed up clearly under her pale, almost translucent lips.

((Goodness, I had to edit the heck out of that post. xp I'm so sorry. I was rushing like mad. whee ))

((Oh poor innocent bagel, you have only begun to see how cruel Baza can be xd ))

Alas! The bat girl had escaped the crushing leap Baza made, none the less, it was only one of the 'bonus points' Baza was going for, his main target was still infront of him, saddly enough, it appeared that not only were the peaches gone, but his customer was not responding. Those greedy green orbs stared at the man a little longer, trying to figure out what he should do.

Ah! Maybe the man was deaf or mute! Indeed, that would explain the situation! Quickly, Baza pulled out a large portion of his bag, it was carefully wrapped up in some black leather, looking like a laundry bag. The large leather container soon landed on the ground after baza's quick flick of the wrist, the knots on the top seemed to open up magically, and the bag revealed its components which were a whole new set of clothes for Bagel! It had mystical boots, dangerous weapons, amusing looking masks, impenetrable cloaks, and more!

"Any set of this for the clothes on your back!" The fox merchant said with his large grin, then proceded to translate into some sort of sign language, first pointing at the bag, then pointing at bagel. This was borderline inapropriate for Baza, but the man seemed poor, and reluctant to buy anything, therefore baza insisted.

Ah, yet another twitch of the ears was made on the fox merchant's part, his green orbs now looking at the new female that presented herself infront of both him and his customer. He observed her closely and listened to her words, soon enough that deadly sentance came out of baza's lips "Would you like to buy something?" Oh cruel fate! That poor woman had no where to escape, and neither did that other man! Two victims in one day? It seemed god had turned his back on the citadel for these few moments.

"I have a fur coat made out of my cousin's tail, would you like to see it?" Now, most people would think that Baza's brother probably died of natural causes, which actually wasen't the situation. Anyone who actually knew Baza, would know that the fox merchant himself killed his cousin for his fur, bones... basically his whole body. This merciless fox merchant's actions had no limits, just so he could trade.