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Novice Raven wrinkled her nose as she tapped at the tip of her chin with her left hand and the other hung at her hip. It was almost amusing to study the young girl, as for the way she acted was almost the complete oposite of the attire she wore. A person could only image the sort of girl she'd be -- as she resembled a girl of sixteen despite her abnormal height -- if she'd been raised outside of the convent. Would she be a devious vixen or a more calm, centered and proper young woman?

"I'm going to kill that demon one of these days. The scares he puts me through... damnable moron." A second after the words had escaped her lips did she change her stance and tilt her head up toward the sky. A look of annoyed resignation adorned her oval face. "But I am sure there is a reason behind your master plan-- and I should not question it, Father. Forgive me... you know how I tend to run off at the mouth and mind sometimes...."

Her words hung in the air as she noticed another stir of commotion amid the crowd and quickly did her eyes fall onto the cause. It was that fox-merchant again. God, I am beginning to think you are one sick man... why do I always end up aroudn the most obnoxious of your creations? Twisted humor. That is all I can account it to.

She shook her head then and quickly crossed herself as a soft sigh escaped her. There was now a large crowd gathered and the Devil was certainly present as several innocents got trapped in chaos. A girl was being accused of being a thief to the left whilst the real thief ran at the mouth; a merchant was harassing another merchant and her customer whilst in the middle of it all was a beggar boy lost in the Guilt-Complex. Hmmm.. how to fix it all?

"A deal on fruits, you say?" She interrupted, flagging Baaza down with her right hand. "How about some clothes-- what have you got?" Quickly and quietly she walked up to the much confused Bagel "And what do you want, my dear? I'm afraid I have not got much gold to spare but I do not mind sharing with God's creations."

The novice then grinned and placed a hand upon the young boy's shoulder, then lifted those amber grey orbs to the fox. "Well then?"

((The forbidden muffins are there to distract you bagel >:3 ))

Baza was almost licking his lips with this situation! This was yet another bunch who would buy from baza, the great fox merchant! Oh such great glory was brought into those greedy green eyes. No being alive would experience what Baza would be feeling now, especially since he isn't just any fox merchant, but that's a story left for another day, or was it?

Within just a few seconds, a strange orange blur appeared around both traders infront of him. The orange blur was actually the eccentric Baza moving at a great speed, just out of excitement. Soon enough, Shainal was holding a big orange fur coat, as soft and fluffy as clouds, and Bagel had no cloak on his shoulders, but he had two volumes on transmutation balancing from side to side after the orange tornado passed him. Most would think Baza was playing into their game, when it was actually quite the contrary, if they only knew what this special fox merchant could do with all these products, some would want his head, not that some do already, we'll just say there would be a bigger mob.

That's two trades done with! Next was that nun, but first came first, his keen ears twitched eagerly at the sound of quick footsteps tryign to escape his greedy vision. Those big green orbs were locked on Zandar, ready to pounce at any moment, he once again moved swiftly towards the escapee, probably knocking down the others around him with his large bag. The earlier bag he exposed, which was filled with clothes, was now safely back inside his bag with another quick flick of the wrist. He was much stronger than what most would think.

Foom! Yet another gravity defying leap was made, this time he landed right infront of the wandering warrior, not caring about the surroundings or the people. "Hello there sir, would you like to restock on some of your supplies?" AH yes, the second encounter was always worse than the first, unless the customer actually agreed to it, which was rather rare.

((I know it's long, but it seems my post is lacking something, sorry, 'tis late over here))

Zandar was somewhat startled at Baza's maneuver, although he probably shouldn't have been, considering he knew what the fox merchant was capable of. "Why, yes, actually. I don't have much use for empty vials, of course." He reached into his own pack, and, not unlike Baza, knew exactly where everything was. He pulled out about a dozen and a half empty vials and handed them to Baza, along with a bag of gold. "I believe that is the amount this many vials cost me before." He nodded with satisfaction at his good memory.

Zandar was glad he was agreeable to buying refills, because he knew that if he wasn't, Baza would find some way to make sure he was. After he had handed the vials and gold to Baza, he started watching the others who were involved with this strange scene. He smiled at their offers to trade, glad that he was well-monied from past endeavors. He carried all, or, at least, most, of his posessions with him, especially the most valuable ones. Who would dare steal from the well-known ex-mercenary Zandar, anyways? Anyone who would try would be lucky to get away alive, nonetheless with what they intended to steal.

Zandar began to walk away, but his left foot slid out from under him, the sole of his left shoe was now completely seperate from the rest of his shoe. he cursed his luck, and reluctantly asked Baza the words that would cause others to cringe, and Zandar was barely able to resist the urge himself. "One more thing. Do you have any... shoes I could buy?" Zandar cringed and stepped backwards slightly, preparing for the fox merchant's reaction.

(EDITED! I had to add one more thing that I forgot about before.)

((Sorry for not returning to post last night, some issues came up and I didn't fee like I could play to the best of my ability. I'll get myself caught up now.

On another note, we need to get AnqeIic's Eliza in here as well. xd Nummy yuri action! -snickerfit-

I guess it's time to slip Bakemono into the mix as well, as Sister Raven cannot go very far without the chaos that is Bakemono tagging along. xd ))

Raven could feel Bagel's eyes on her and after another moment of trying to get her barings, for Baaza was a confusing little chit, she focused her attention to the boy. "Oh, I don't mind, really. " And really, she did not.

The novice's garments were of coarse black and covered her from neck to knee, in such a strict fashion that the habit resembled a simple-version of a victorian dress. Her legs, strong and lean had been encased in a pair of modified military boots that laced up a little past mid-calf where a pair of viscious hunting knives had found a resting place in leather pockets on the outside of the boot. Even her hair had fallen victim to the unison, grim color. The only garment of color was that white veil, immaculate in semblence that it gave a glare in direct sun light. The coarsness of it all, and the lack of embelishment could only mean that her Order was that of extreme piousness. And what group of women took it to the extreme other than the Carmelite Sisters?

Carmelite Sisters were known for their charity. Mother Superior Mary Clarence had almost given herself the death of a cold when she gave a beggar woman the shoes she wore and then walked home to the convent in the snow. It was rare to see the sisters outside of the convent as they led sheltered lives. Very few of them ventured away from their church-- what was this Carmelite Novice doing so far away from Durem's Cathedral?

Her hands were now free of gold and her arms bustling over with fruit. She eagerly offered these to the young man, her lips about to say something when the bat girl caught her attention. "Middy, is that really you?"

Without warning she put down the bushel of fruits next to Bagel, her form turning to face this Middy. "I should have known! There is only one other creature of His creation that could create such a rockus-- are you up to your bad habits again?" With a soft sigh she looked around to see where the girls victim had gone off to as to repay him with what little she had left when another blood-curdling scream rang off from somewhere.

Instantly did she reach into her veil and rummaged about the nape of her neck before allowing a curse to escape her lips yet again. "Damnable demon! How did he get his dirty hands into my veil and steal those pills again?" Pills? Demons? Just who was that girl?

"I apologize, Middy-- I have got to see what mischief that Baka has gotten himself into and save the poor soul from further pain. Stay put or I'll have to hunt you down.. again...and this time I *will* make you take that bath." Grinning, she took off as to vanish into the throng of people.

Swiftly, Shainal began to unbotton her long white over-coat, dropping the hood from her head. She hugged her new fox-fur coat to her chest, inhaling the scent of both the fox-merchant and the original owner of the fur, thought that scent was nearly completely gone. Shainal had a nose like an animal herself. Shrugging out of her white jacket, she prepared to try the fur jacket on. For the few moments that she was without a coat, however, the white bandages that went around her torso were seen in the open. They covered her from her underarms all the way down to her waist. There was no blood seeping through, so the wounds probably weren't fresh. And they weren't.

She quickly slid on her new fur coat, clutching it shut and brushing the soft fur up against her cheeks. It was an amazing feeling. The softest fur she had ever had the pleasure of touching. With no hood to cover her head now, her black locks were once again exposed to the public, and upon closer observation, a black octagon shaped tattoo on her forehead.
This coat is absolutely luscious!!

Shainal took a step away from the fox-merchant, whose name she had now over-heard to be Baza, while he manuevered himself around at high speeds. She didn't want to be knocked over, as it never did quite suit her to be on the ground. Unless she had dropped something, of course. Her gaze once again turned to the nun, who she now noticed was blushing immensely while attempting to get a few sentences out. Shainal blinked and stared at her.
Oh, you're much too modest. You should be very proud of your beauty. Flaunt it and whatnot. There's no doubt i've seen some ugly nuns in my day.

Shainal nodded, more to herself than to the nun. Out of habit, she began to talk to herself again, constantly hugging her fur coat. Her white coat had been left to lay strewn on the ground of the Citadel, and when her chattering had come to a sudden hault, Shainal looked down upon it with sympathy.
Oh me, oh my. I hadn't meant to drop you, love. It's completely my fault you're laying there, but i've got you, i've got you...
Shainal knelt down and lifted the abandoned coat into her arms, holding it cradled in her arms like you would a child. Now rid of her basket of produce, her hands were free to hold other things, and so she held onto her old jacket like it was the key to living.

She looked up from the coat in her arms suddenly and watched as the people that had gathered around in this one particular spot in the Citadel conversed with one another and prepared for some interesting trades. The sound of someone shrieking came to her ears, and she turned her head in the direction of the noise.

((It's Hana! -glomp-))