Petro would continue view anything a Horseman made with suspicion and distrust. He would also view clothing as a necessary evil (his auction description was fairly accurate on his thoughts on clothing) except when he saw this special sweater, this beautiful, multicolored sweater, he couldn't help himself.
Oh he'd never wear it personally but. But a part of him couldn't help but think that it would look very good on a certain Engraver ghoul who favored the color red. So he brought out the few seeds he had, counted them up, and purchased Special C.
Petro has: 94 - 40 = 54 seeds left
Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 9:08 pm
Freya took the one she was holding, stuffed it in front of her, and pulled out her little pouch. She took out 30 seeds, and handed it to Kettil to give to Medea. She couldn't reach, from where she was.
But the sweater really was soft, brushing against her chest as she buried it between her and Kettil. Maybe one day she'd buy more.
Kettil performed a delicate balancing act as he took Freya's money and gave it to Medea. Then he picked out the bright green sweater of his own handed it back to Freya and paid for that as well.
He wasn't as fond of some of the designs of the more extravagant ones and Freya had already bought the one he was kind of considering.
The Muut gave his ghoulfriend the green sweater to hold onto for now and then turned around and marched on out her still on his back.
(EXIT)
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Kettil Has: 134 Seeds Kettil bought: One Basic Rainbow Sweater (Green) for 10 seeds. Kettil now has: 124 Seeds
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 1:00 am
There was silence as the ghoul read over the tiny lit message, brow furrowing a bit more with each word. West... By the end of it, Levi would suspect something was up again. Yer tip-toein'round somethin'. If it's gotcha this wound up, it ain't no mosey through tha'market. Her hand withdrew as she spoke to cross with her arms under her chest. Now, either yer tellin' me what's eatin' yew tha'easy way 're we're doin' it tha'hard way.
It wasn't just the way he physically reacted to her regarding the sweater. If anything, Levi recalled the time he'd jumped back when she bandaged him. Something about baring his skin made the demon uneasy; a fact Levi could respect but not understand. Really, he wasn't even required to remove his current shirt for this overlapping of garments, which nullified any association between the two events for her.
It was the fact that something seemed suspicious about this whole sore throat deal from the beginning. It caused him to change what would have been his decision to aggressively roughhouse with a minipet; something she was sure he'd enjoy. There was just an element in play here that was not West. She was really hoping it was just some boilish over exaggeration of illness, but serious thought led Levi to know the wrath demon had taken far worse than this and there was something amiss.
She searched his eyes while waiting for a reply, action or flicker of thought through this facade he was putting up. If he'd wanted to see Levi's serious face, there it was. Pupils constricted to a point of metaphorically piercing through him like the bladed tips of daggers. He'd tell her willingly, or she'd make him. The tatzel didn't like West shielding her from some truth that genuinely bothered him. Secrets between mates and kin were best resolved openly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 11:52 am
Rather curious over a variety of things, Belladonna wandered around the booths set up. She was mad, hurt, tired from wrestling a Surefoot Charger, disappointed she'd spent all her seeds and totally alone. Thus, sad. Shopping usually fixed any emotional woes she had, but with only a few seeds left, things weren't looking so good. A booth selling sweaters of all things caught her gaze and the witch slowly made her way over, seeing no point in making a great deal of things if she hardly had any seeds left anyways. For a long time the witch stood there and stared at the sweaters, not really sure how to feel about them. There were... Very, very unique. Mildly concerned over who had made such odd little bits of clothing, Belladonna looked around until she noticed Medea had a sweater in her hands. Oh. Oh. A wave of guilt washed over the witch as she noticed the dark circles under the woman's eyes and looked back at the sweaters. They weren't.... that bad... With a sigh the witch looked at them again, realized their prices and resigned herself to the rainbow ones. It didn't help that not a one of them was pink, or black and she would have made an exception for purple but even that was missing. Haphazardly she grabbed a blue, even though it sparked a bit of anger within her, and threw down the remaining seeds she had. Then she tucked it against her chest and wandered off, face forlorn.
Belladonna had bought the Blue Rainbow Sweater! And no she has no seeds ;3;
Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 12:26 pm
He stood straighter under her scrutiny, huffing out another exasperated sigh through his nose. Had he been in a position to care, West might have noticed that a little of the air squeaked past his throat this time, but he wasn't so he didn't. If she'd been anyone else he would have sneered or walked away, refusing to respond to even the simplest of questions on the subject. Now he could only puff up like an affronted scareon and glower at Levi's rare showing of out-of-battle sternness. He wanted to argue, even opened his mouth several times to try, but he had no way to do so without looking like an a**. Instead, he decided he'd show her what was wrong. He didn't think he could take the hard way right now.
With an agitated twitch of his lip, West slid his phone back into the pocket of his jacket and began removing this outer layer, dumping it and the sweater onto the nearest table once he had succeeded in getting it off. He hesitated, a vaguely apprehensive look crossing his face. It was gone a second later. She was the one who wanted to know everything. If she didn't like it, well, that wasn't his fault.
The scarf came off slowly, loop by loop, and it took less than a minute for it to be obvious that there was more to this than he had been letting on. A bandage stretched across the front of his neck, from right under his ear to just beyond the center of his throat. The wound underneath extended a couple of inches past the edge of its wrapping, but the visible portion looked like nothing more than a particularly angry scratch. West kept his head ducked slightly and didn't look at her as he added the scarf to his pile and crossed his empty arms.
West has 69 seeds.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 12:52 pm
Maya was certain at this point that hitting the craft booths first had been the right idea. First a flower crown, now sweaters? Once again, Maya found herself absolutely captivated by the colors. Greens, blues, oranges, she put a hand to her cheek as she looked at them all.
Of course, eventually the colors moved into different patterns, some that Maya considered buying just for intricacy, but decided against it when she saw the fluffy white special a sweater. Was that a minipet? Jack was it cute.
"I need that sweater." Maya said to nobody in particular, already fishing the required seeds out of her bag. She was going to put on that sweater and check out the gymnasium for sure.
Once she'd handed the seeds to the Horsewoman, she skipped off to go change.
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Maya has purchased the Special A sweater, and has 65 seeds left. She's also a five foot tall Penanggalan undead, with chestnut pigtails. Contract?EXIT.
Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 8:47 am
The ghoul didn't say anything. Her expression remained surprisingly stoic as West went along undressing and unraveling. The change would begin in her eyes when she realized what was on his neck. It was pretty big for a critter of his size. The area now covered by gauze looked to be a well enough size for an injury to her in tatzelwurm form, let alone her smaller student form. Sure, you couldn't judge strength and will power by size, but physically this visual of West having a weakness made Levi uneasy inside. Thank Jack he wasn't looking at her at that moment. Her face mirrored what she felt as his pain.
She knew what it was like wanting to hide during the healing process. Levi had dismissed injury in front of West countless times after their battles, refusing to show him that she was in a weakened state.
He had done exactly what she would have in his position.
Levi sighed, moving into West's personal space front and center, her feet and legs likely visible to his downward gaze. The tatzel's expression returned to one of seriousness as it was before, only now the optical daggers were put down. She said nothing of his state and didn't touch the bandage.
Instead, Levi's fingers curled around the fabric of his sweater on the table, taking it up and rolling it open at the bottom.
'Ere, arms up.
Levi has 81 silver seeds
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Hands up, baby, hands up o/ gimme your heart gimme gimme your heart gimme gimme all yur luuuuuurve. Was this song in a toothpaste commercial once?
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 12:40 pm
He cleared his mind, or at least he tried to, centering his thoughts on fights and sandwiches like he usually did whenever he was vaguely uncomfortable. When she didn't immediately poke at him or make fun, West flicked a quick glance at Levi, trying to decipher her expression as she spoke. It was largely the same, no laughing eyes or sarcastic quirk to her lips, and he wondered what she was thinking as she held his sweater up with the intention of helping him into it. Like a child. No, like someone she cared for.
He did smile then, though it was slightly more playful than the situation seemed to call for. Sticking his arms out straight in front of him, then bending his knees and raising his arms instead, he waited for her to help him into his new, horrible sweater.
West has 69 seeds.
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omg was it? XD probably. 2spooky
Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 1:26 pm
There was pause for a moment to note his slight change in expression. He could even look her in the eye. Atta boil. West was strong and she knew it. Careful not to get the opening caught on his horns, Levi fed him through the sweater head first, taking special consideration for his neck. Once his arms were through as well, she tugged it down to his waist and then reached for his scarf again.
Arms reaching over his shoulders, coming close around his neck but never touching the gash, Levi wound the scarf loose enough to be comfortable, but puffy enough to hide the bandage again.
There. Yer fine. Arms in front, Levi patted one hand against the front of West's sweater. The tatzel offered him a smile she'd hope he'd understand. I won't tell.
West would heal up and be ready for more bouts with her in no time. Everyone needed to heal at one time or another. Levi had to be somewhat happy that he'd willingly trusted her to see him this way. Might wanna put that thar jacket back'on though. Bit chilly, eh? C'mon, lets git warmed up 'gain. Levi didn't offer a hand this time, but her tail flickered against West's, totally not guiding him to follow her.
(exit)
Levi has 81 silver seeds
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idk! Might be mixing it up with something else XD but suddenly there was toothpaste in mind. hmm~
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 2:16 pm
Damien just wanted a sweater. It was all he and his new plush self buddy wanted. The little doll version of him continued to sit on its likeness's neck, even as the surface it clung to tilted. The hound however was puzzled by the ministrations his sister was doing to West.
The flash of a bandage on skin clicked something unsettling within him as he skittered past the duo quickly and up to the stall for browsing. Inside his mind, the voices we all a flutter with rumors, whispers of what it meat.
They all agreed on one conclusion. Levi Gave westus one mean Hickey. The thought was enough to make the hound flush with embarrassment, the respect he had for the tatzel fell away, destroyed by her voracious appetite in her relationship.
He didn't want to trouble Medea long, nor ask about the curious styles she had at the ir premium price.
He just wanted to get a green sweater and book it before they tried to play tonsil tennis. Jacking lovebirds. "Can I Buy one of those green sweaters over there, Miss Medea?"
The sweater was already in his hands and the green was pretty. It was going to make for the best naptime bedding ever.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 7:28 pm
For once he didn't feel the need to fight an urge to flinch or blush when she touched his chest, and it wasn't just because he had seen her coming. West leaned into the tatzel's hand for the briefest of moments, nodding at her suggestion that he get his jacket back on and they get out of here. He'd spent far too much time around horsemen for one night as it was.
Demi's presence caused West's eyes to narrow, but there was no familiar taunt as he started after Levi. He had the sudden, unexplained urge to eat a metric a**-ton of candy to keep his mind busy, and he licked his lips unconsciously as he thought about spookies and lollipops and deliciousness.
At least he couldn't tell anyone about it.
(( exit ))
West has 69 seeds.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 9:27 pm
What better to get with a scarf than a sweater for the colder weather? Granted the moment he felt the awfully fluffy material, the drunken haze was punctured by the distinct notion that Bells loved all things fluffy. And then the zomboil was scowling again, jdi. Well if he bought her one or two of these things, she couldn't stay mad at him for much longer right? Especially with the bright colors and the . . . interesting designs.
He was, however, surprised to see that Medea was the one knitting them. Having not been around when she had first asked horsemen to look for her precious alpaca, the booth suddenly became bizarre to him. The Head Priestess and carrier of strange power . . . bent over in her chair, dark circles under her eyes while knitting. It just didn't fit into fit in his mind.
Mort shook his head a bit and greeted Medea briefly before making the transaction, deciding he'd have to visit her again when they were both of better mindsets.
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Buying Special Sweater A + Basic Sweater Red 59 - 40 = 19
Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 6:50 pm
Lumikki had wandered around and spotted a familiar face the Priestess from the Death Clan. Walking up to the booth she looked at the sweaters they looked so warm, but...a little off. Holding her pouch a little closer to herself she made a mental note about coming back and getting one after she had seen other booths.
If nothing else she could find a nice death clan one and give it to Julian when he got back.
Alexander was in dire need of a shirt. After having run the wonderland gauntlet several times his clothes had either gotten lost or gotten so torn up and tattered there was just no point in wearing them anymore.
And that was how the shirtless zomboil who was modeling a very fashionable scarf came to find himself at yet another horseman booth, one that had a very colorful display of knitted sweaters. Alex was not really a fan, but he needed something. People were starting to stare at him, and it was mildly uncomfortable! Placing ten silver seeds down on the counter, he pointed to the plain red sweater.
"I'll take that one plea----" Wait a second....was that Medea?? Medea was the one knitting these sweaters???
The zomboil blinked in surprise, his attention only diverted and drawn down to the sweater that was shoved into his hands.
"Th--thanks..." He mumbled, completely dumbfounded by what he had just seen. He quickly unwound the scarf from around his neck and pulled the sweater down over his head, pushing his arms through before reaching up to pull his tie out for underneath before looping the scarf around his neck again. The woolly yarn itched against his undead skin but he paid it no mind. It was a lot like the sweaters his mom often knitted for her scarelings.
What was odd was that he had a sudden craving for something sweet and sugary. He thought it might be high time he made his way back to the baking booth to collect his candied brains.
