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Name: Stryke Nvrmor
Week Total: Vos: 2 Stryke: 2
Day Total: 2

Stryke stopped by the redblood's booth as he'd promised and offered a small wave of greeting, slipping some of the candy they had to offer in his pocket for later. Taking hold of the list of things he frowned at the redblood hue on the paper, did he not know how to write nor read very well? "are you not very efficient in reading and writing? i could help you learn sssometime if you wish. i wouldn't mind, it's up to you of course." Stryke titled his head curious-like at the troll he'd become acquaintance with.

Once he figured out what he needed, and off on his way, he went about obtaining the first item. It was almost too easy, he slid up beside the purpleblood making idle chitchat. When she looked away he took the elegant mirror, it was easy. Almost too easy really, for a moment he felt like it was a trap..but nothing happened. Stryke kept going casually, like nothing was wrong. Casually the bottle came next, and just as impressively easy he was able to make up off with the bottle and its contents. The tealblood never knew he was coming, and just as easily the little yellowblood was gone.

When it came time for the knife however he was not so lucky. The second he laid eyes on that redblood and his aggressive stance, the kid was gone before he even tried to make off with the item.

After he returned back to the stall, a bit out of breathe. Rubbing his neck tired-like he gave them what goods he had managed to obtain. Given how aggressive the redblood had been..Stryke had a nagging question on his mind. Looking at the orangeblood he gave her a curious look once he returned.. "question...isss this some kind of like scavenger hunt and these people are willing participants?" He pursed his lip slightly, nervous about trying to obtain things from complete strangers. Reluctantly, he decided not to relay the event, he was more curious what she had to say.

Etsali brightened as Lutrin came bursting out of the crowd with items in hand and shouting her victory. She'd been looking forward to seeing how this one did, and she hadn't disappointed. "Good work! Did anything interesting happen out there? Have to pull any crazy tricks?" She took the items, dropping them into a box by her feet, and started to lean over for the candy bowl when she remembered she was supposed to check for something else.

Whoops, had to start remembering that from the start! She glanced over the paper, back to her own notes for the proper number, and then full on grinned. "Oh man, whether you found anything else or not, you definitely hit interesting. That's the winning number!" She grabbed one of the raffle tickets and presented it as if it was the shiniest treasure in all the land. "A gift for good scavenging! You better make sure you keep coming back, you've got talent. I can tell these things."



She turned her head then to regard the yellowblood, lifting an eyebrow as she realized he was talking to her this time. He'd seemed awfully preoccupied with whether or not her friend could write well earlier, and she'd expected that meant they knew each other and would be talking to each other instead of her. No big deal! Except it didn't take much now to see that wasn't exactly the case. Hmm, she'd have to see if she could get Zindel to spill on how they knew each other. But for now...

She slid the kid's loot over for Zindel to look at, glanced over to spot the kid's name, and then leaned over on her elbows and smiled her best, most disarming, 'nothing to worry about here' smile. "Well gosh, Stryke, didn't you read the rules and instructions? Of course it's a scavenger hunt, that's right there at the very top." She tapped the nearest paper and hoped her redblooded friend would appreciate the little jab about about reading comprehension. See, Zin, thieves stuck together.

"And of course everyone's participating! They're just really good actors, you know. Only the best for our booth! I mean, jeez, if they weren't that'd just be...Well, that'd be stealing, wouldn't it?" Her smile dropped and her voice turned just the right tinge of wounded. "You're not accusing us of anything like that, are you, Stryke?"



She was just about to start into another rambling spiel designed to take the kid's mind off his doubts when a flash of all too familiar red-orange caught her eye through the crowd. Her mouth snapped shut and her smile reappeared, but there was a harder edge to it now, more teeth and less cheer. "Well hello again, Keionx." She tilted her head back to meet the knight's glare, keeping her seat out of pure willpower to show she was not in the least intimidated.

"You might have missed it, but I work here. This is our booth." She plucked a nearby paper off the counter to shove in Keionx's face. "And you're bothering our business, so either play the game or stop loitering."

Stryke looked horrified as he listened closely to her explanation instantly feeling bad. He could tell she was covering for the other, was he not actually welcomed here? s**t. "n..no I'm sssorry! i didn't mean anything by it...there was just a redblood who looked like he was out for blood when i tried to get close and it was...never mind your right. jussst actors." He stepped back, he had no reason to question them, really he should have just..minded his own business. It didn't matter if the actor was good, he was horrible for even asking her the question. He'd read the rules before accepting the list, and her jab at his comprehension wasn't lost on the bookish kid.

Feeling like he'd made a fool out of himself, he instantly regretted coming here. Stryke apologized profusely a few more times to both booth owners, the squeeze at his pump biscuit made it hard to breath. Really he hadn't meant any harm. Looking away the yellowblood bit his lip. "i'll..be on my way. thank you for your time."

It sucked being ignored, and then to be patronized by an older troll. Sometimes he wondered why he tried sticking his neck out for others. If anything this just proved he needed to mind his words better. Criticizing his own self, Stryke clenched his teeth. Should have just kept your mouth shut and did what the game said you idiot..now look what you did! Without waiting to hear more from the orangeblood, he kept going ignoring his lusus trying to tell him it was fine. She was just explaining the rules was all.

Instead, he stared at the pathway he traveled putting as much distance between him and the booth as possible.

∞ Ephias Sagine

As they walked down the street, Ephias kept one hand on Wolly's back to steady himself. Though weary, he scanned the booths with bright eyes. He had heard from Voscil that Etsali and Zindel had a booth of their own and was eager to see them again. So, come twilight of the following night, he had set out first thing in search of their booth.

He had no doubt when he finally saw it. It seemed like just the sort of thing the orangeblood would do. Zindel's involvement though surprised him. Then again, he realised, he knew very little about his fellow redblood. Even so... this? Ephias was not sure whether to laugh, cry, or hide his face and just keep walking. Either way, he was impressed with their gall. Impressed and embarrassed.

While the duo was occupied with one of their other contestants, Ephias took a look at the instructional card for their game. It was exactly what he thought it was. He felt Wolly's nose against his back, as the woolbeast tried to read over his shoulder. Quickly Ephias slapped the card back down on the counter. It would be no good for Wolly to see what he was up to. Honestly, he felt crazy for even considering it. But a part of him wanted to see what it was like to spend a night in Etsali's shoes.

Before either the redblood or the orangeblood could notice him, Ephias guided Wolly away into the crowd.

- - -

Ephias was not particularly stealthy or quick, traits that would have been helpful to his endeavour, but he was exceptionally ordinary and that proved to be a huge boon. His unassuming nature allowed him to phase through the background, undetected. Surprisingly, he was not nervous. He really should have been—a small corner of his thinkpan was screaming—but could not bring himself to feel all that unsettled by his intentions.

Later he would attribute it to insomnia. Three days of sleep deprivation had a way of impairing cognitive reasoning abilities.

Considering his condition, it was amazing that he was able to get and get away with anything at all. Especially when he had Wolly to contend with. To be fair, the sheep would have never dreamt that Ephias would attempt what he did. It was only when Ephias attempted to 'investigate' a redblood's plumed hat that he became suspicious. And by that point, Ephias already had the comb and book secure in his backpack.

He returned to the booth much later, perhaps fortunately avoiding crossing paths with Keionx. The night was drawing to a close and the booth was fairly empty. He approached, holding his backpack in front of him.

“... So, what do you do with the items you get? Or am I better off not knowing?” He asked, depositing his bag on the counter. He was never once to mince words, not even with people he had not spoken to in several months. Still, a hello might have been tactful.

Name: Leeroi Furore
Week Total: 1
Day Total: 1

Leeroi didn't bother being sneaky. He had convinced himself, yes, this was a stealth mission and that he had to be quiet. But being quiet didn't necessarily equate with being stealthy. So Leeroi did his best to hold his tongue, tracking his targets with a keen eye. The first two had been scared off by his wonderful theme music, kindly provided to him by his screaming lusus. The third one, however, was a different story.

Leeroi walked up to the troll nonchalantly. He stared at them for a moment, slowly reaching over to his book. Refusing to break eye contact, he pulled the book closer, held it in his hands for a moment, and took off in the other direction. The victim seemed confused at first, but then he was visibly angry. It was too late, though. Leeroi was long gone, handing in his prized item to the booth owners.

Name: Trendi Aphrod
Week Total: 0
Day Total: 0

Trendi waddled up to the booth, curious. A scavenger hunt? That seemed fun. After all the trouble he had with previous booths, finding items seemed easy peasy. He picked up the list, and read it over carefully.

"Ah.. comb... hat.. book? That's it, yes?"

He stuffed the list in his pocket, proceeding to make his way to the first item. He made it to the comb first. He watched the tealblood carefully, waiting till they turned their back to him. He slowly, carefully, moved his way to the comb, proceeding to try and pick it from her hair. He fumbled, getting seen almost instantly. As the tealblood screamed for help, Trendi vanished into the crowds. As a purpleblood, he was used to being screamed at.. but for a scavenger hunt? Confused, he made his way to the second item.

He gazed upon the hat, sitting upon the redbloods head. It was magnificent. He wanted it for himself, truth be told. Arms stretched out, in a trance, he slowly, zombie like, moved to where the redblood was, only to faceplant into a wall. They were gone? No! The hat! He whimpered, discouraged, moving on to the final item on the list.

He found the greenblood fiddling with their hair. Distracted enough in his eyes, Trendi moved closer, grasping his hands around the book, only to be slapped at. Once again, he was yelled at, and before anyone could notice him he attempted to flee the scene.

He returned to the booth empty handed. As he watched other trolls hand in their items he sighed. Perhaps tomorrow would be a better day for scavenging items.