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PostPosted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 9:09 pm


"Stop squirming, Sydni!"

His sister was driving him insane.

"Noooo!" she shrieked, in his ear, and the entire marketplace heard her cries. "Down! Down, down, down!"

"Fine!" He quickly set the rabid little tyrant down, keeping a hold on her hand, though. "Don't make me get the leash," he warned the girl.

She whined, tugged at his hand, and looked as if she wanted to race over to a different booth - one filled with fake flowers wrapped with metalware.

Valeriu had to ignore her, for now; she could look at that booth later. Today was flea market day, and the prime day to look for some new, nice, cheap furniture to re-furnish the house. So much had been damaged that it would take him weeks to replace all that wood, until he'd finally decided to replace some of the further-gone objects.

Unfortunately, that accursed couch was not one of them.

He was looking at the couches anyway.
PostPosted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:29 pm


Writ was dressed in his usual outfit, a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of cheap sunglasses. He held a bag of kettle corn the size of a small child across his arm. With his free arm, he pointed at the black box in front of him,

"Let me take a look at that."

He was underneath one of his favorite childhood attractions, the tent of cutlery and self-defense gear. Ornate swords hung on makeshift wire frames, knives of all shapes and sizes graced the professional-looking glass cases, bottles of pepper spray hung off to the side, collecting dust (Because seriously, who actually goes to these tents for the "Self-defense" aspect?). The sign over the tent christened this glorious mass of weapons "The Second Amendment"

The pug-faced guy behind the tables went "Sure" and pulled out the compound crossbow from it's box. It looked like a handgun that swallowed a bow. Writ barely hid his excitement. Ever since he was a kid, he wanted to buy something from this tent.

"Fifty pounds of force." The man said roughly, he pulled a neon orange arrow from the box and pulled back the string, "Load" He snapped the arrow into the crossbow's slot, "Point" The man aimed at a stack of discarded boxes next to him, "Shoot." He pulled the trigger, and the arrow found itself pierced all the way through a piece of stray styrofoam.

"Cooooool."

Writ came out with a compound crossbow, box snugly fit under his other arm, and a big black bag of arrows in his hand. Sure, the Great spirit's bow and arrow set was nice, but it was too big and conspicuous to have any practical use. Writ liked the idea of the crossbow, all the joys of working with a bow and arrow at a smaller, practical scale.

He walked out of the tent and suddenly found a familiar face.

"Hey!" Writ stuck up a hand and waved, "Vale!"

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PostPosted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:38 pm


His attention was torn from the collection of couches where he'd been eyeing a particularly plush couch whose name tag designated it as a loveseat. The red velvet, especially, was alluring against his fingertips. But a blush came to his face just thinking about such a thing in his home.

Way too much temptation. He was an honest man, dammit!

He'd checked the price tag anyway.

"V'rit?" He looked. Oh god. Writ and a crossbow, this was like a horrible nightmare-- "V'hat are you doing?"

His pointed look towards the weapon said enough.

Sydni stared at the tall, strangely-dressed man who'd caught her brother's attention, one hand holding half-heartedly onto Valeriu's fingers, and the other stuck in her mouth.

Her eyes traveled from his poncho to his ears. She tilted her head.

"Doggy!" she declared, and Valeriu edged a puzzled look down at his troublesome sibling. It was the strangest of remarks a girl could've made about Writ. He was not a doggy.
PostPosted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 11:02 pm


"Huh?" Writ looked at the crossbow he had been waving around, "Oh. Yeah." He pulled the box from his arms and put the weapon away. It wasn't the most inconspicuous thing he's done, but waving around a potentially dangerous weapon in a crowded market was pushing his luck a little bit.

"Shopping." He said innocently, bagging the box, "You know, can never feel too safe on the streets nowadays." Vale didn't need to know that he was indulging in his childhood dream of actually buying something from that tent, nor did he need to know he knew there was a certain person out there who didn't mind dissecting certain vital organs from other people's chests.

Even Though Writ never actually took any of Vale's "Threats" to heart, better safe than sorry.

Writ felt a little tug at his poncho, he looked down. He gave Syndi a smile, stuck out his tongue and made a funny face, "Hey there." He looked up to Vale, "Yours?"

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PostPosted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 11:10 pm


Valeriu knew perfectly well that Writ did not need a crossbow to feel safe. Maniac.

"Yeah," he sighed, and held on tighter to Sydni's hand as she tried to break free to race under Writ's poncho after the official Funny Face Declaration. As much as she pulled on his arm, he refused to budge. "Unfortunately."

Man had suffered long.

"This is Sydni. My demon spawn of a sister. Careful, she bites."

"Do not!" she huffed back, squinting her eyes up against the sun and mouth dropping open in awe at Writ's height. From here, he was like a tall cactus, shadowed by the noonday sun!

It was heroic. It was impressive. It was iconic.

"Are you a cowboy?"

Too much 3:10 to Yuma had been had.
PostPosted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 11:32 pm


"So you do have a sister." Writ looked down at Sydni again, "Cute kid."

He took out his crossbow and twirled it around his finger by the trigger guard, which would've looked aamazing if it weren't for the fact that crossbows weren't guns, and the strings and the bow part got in the way of his otherwise optimal twirling abilities. Still, he managed to make one half-hearted spin look good enough to still seem cool.

"Well kid" Writ said, in a down-home country accent that he put on after a couple of drinks, "I prefer the title of 'Indian' myself, but I'd say you're pretty much right."

There were such thing as Indian cowboys, right?

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PostPosted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 11:39 pm


"Cute if you like rabid chihuahuas," he muttered, and she yanked his arm again. "I am thinking of getting her a leash. Children v'ear them, da?"

Sydni ignored her brothered. Instead, she was entranced.

The cool spin! The accent!

Her eyes were as big as saucers at this point, and she sucked in an excited breath.

"Wow!" she breathed, and Valeriu gave Writ an exasperated look that said liar. "Tha's so cool!"

"Yes, yes it is," Valeriu deadpanned, and his tone plainly stated that no, he did not think it was cool. Pssht. His eyepatch was cooler.

Unfortunately, Sydni did not think that an eyepatch made one a pirate, or he might've redeemed himself in her eyes.

"Anything new happen lately?" he asked, hefting the child back into his arms. It'd been pretty busy on his end; maybe it was just one of those weeks for Cultists.
PostPosted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 12:09 am


"I'd hate that, I mean, I am the 'doggie' around here.

"I should be the one to ask you that pardner." Writ stayed on the cowboy angle, accent and all. He pointed to Vale's eyepatch, "What happened to your eye?"

If life was different, Vale would have made a good pirate. Probably. You know, the whole maternal vibe and going out with people like Quinn would've probably hurt his pirating career, but the eyepatch would be enough to compensate. Probably.

"Yep." Writ said to Sydni, "I do cool stuff too, like go out in the desert with nothin' but my name and take on a bear or two." He made it sound like it was just an everyday routine.

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PostPosted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 12:18 am


"Children love acting like animals," he said, seriously. "They v'ould think leashes are fun." He scowled, and tapped the eyepatch, flipping it up just briefly to show the shocked eye. "Quinn accidentally-" accidental as in he didn't care if he hit Valeriu, "-shocked me pretty badly. It's paralyzed." He pulled the eyepatch back down.

"It's been a pretty busy few v'eeks," he acknowledged. "Very busy."

Two Players knocked out of the Game was definitely classified as busy.

"A bear?" Sydni interrupted her brother, pushing his face out of the way. "Or two?"

She paused.

"Wha's a bear?"
PostPosted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 12:41 am


"My parents wanted to put me on a leash, you know, play pretend, acted like one of those 'doggies' for a while, was all good until I realized I could bite their fingers if they got close to me with that thing." Writ smirked, "They stopped after that."

Writ raised an eyebrow at Vale's explanation of his injury. Well, looks like Quinn and Vale did break up, and Quinn didn't take rejection too well. At least, that's what it seemed like to Writ.

"Ouch, so you can't use that eye anymore or what?"

Over to Sydni he explained, "A bear is this huge monster with teeth that can snap a neck in half, and claws that can rip a man's arm clean off with one swipe." He looked up to Vale, "Honestly, you haven't even taught her what a bear is? What happens when she finds herself alone in the desert and a bear just comes out of nowhere?"

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PostPosted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 12:57 am


"Yeah, after that they just locked you up in the pet carrier," he added, solemn as can be. "V'hat v'as v'earing the muzzle like?"

He shook his head, silently answering Writ's question; no, the eye was defunct. All he could see out of it were strange, sharply contrasted colored blobs, covered by a similarly strange milky white film. It was better to look at the back of the eyepatch, really.

Sydni's face had gone from amazed to downright awed.

"Wow!" she repeated, and clutched at Valeriu's arm, and he sourly glared at Writ.

"Jaguars, Sydni," he interjected, huffily, "are far more dangerous than bears."

Respect me.


"Bet they can't rip a man's arm off wit' one whole swipe!" she piped back crossly. Rejected.

"You're a terrible influence," he accused Writ. "Look v'hat you have done. Turned my own sister against me!"

"I bet - I bet a cowboy would save me from a bear," she added, more proudly. Obviously, if he were ever alone in the desert and a bear came out of nowheres, a cowboy wearing a poncho would show up and save the day.

No one came to save you from cats.
PostPosted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 10:09 pm


"I dunno, if a bear and a jaguar got into a fight, the bear would totally win." Writ said, having no idea what species Vale's kitty traits were. Not that he cared or anything- the whole canine mindset discouraged empathy for cats and cat-like things. And people, in Vale's case. In fact, the whole basis of their friendship was the fact that Writ enjoyed messing around with him in a manner that didn't show much sympathy for the catboy. Vale seemed to tolerate it most of the time. Despite the odd death threat or two.

"I just have that effect on people." Writ smiled, "So what brings you to market? If you want to get some neat toys" Writ held up the crossbow, "I'll point you the right way.

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PostPosted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 10:43 pm


"Pah," Valeriu scoffed, turning up his nose at the crossbow. "Who needs to buy such things v'hen you can make them?"

Really, being a shadow-wielder gave him the ability to make a lot of things. A crossbow being the least of them. Hell, he could make a catapult if he wanted; it just took a lot of time and energy and concentration. Far easier to simply pull up a few dagger-esque objects when it came to a fight.

Although the catapult idea wasn't half bad. He hefted the squirming girl in his arms, and debated the pros and cons of launching his bratty little sister over the tops of buildings.

"The bear v'ould lose. Too slow. All the jaguar v'ould have to do v'ould be to get on his back," he defended haughtily, and Sydni shook her head at Writ in a he's totally delusional way. "V'e are here to shop for some replacement furniture. Our home, ah, got a bit trashed, and there is too much to repair as it is."

Plus, he hated that damn couch.
PostPosted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:40 am


That wasn't the point. Writ looked at Vale with a raised eyebrow. Are you really taking this seriously? He knew he wasn't. If it were a coyote against a jaguar, Writ would make an argument, but if a jaguar could beat a bear, well, Writ knew who to bring next time he went out into the desert. Nonetheless, Vale was just being silly. There was a disappointed sigh as he shook his head with his head down, shameful of his friend's immaturity.

"You gotta admit, people have come a long way when it comes to finding ways of hurting each other, and I couldn't afford a gun." Writ dropped his crossbow into the bag, "Sides', I figure a guy that's selling crossbows needs to eat too."

Writ's ears pricked up at the mention of furniture. Time to see the fruits of his trickery, assuming that Faylen had gotten around to asking Vale about the birds and the bees.

"New furniture, huh? I'm guessing that there's a few stains in the ol' couch that you can't get out?"

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 10:18 am


The sincere, cross look on Valeriu's face said it all: he was completely serious, and he was all too willing to magically procure a bear and a jaguar to prove his point. The right to brag would be his, because he was right.

"That's v'hat food stamps are for," he pointed out. "And honest jobs, like building furniture instead of crossbows. Make love, not v'ar, Crossbow Man," he said, quite peaceably, in the vague direction of the booth and the hombre that manned it. Sydni looked at her brother in disgust.

She so didn't agree. At least one Jaklovzsky sided with Writ on this.

He gave Writ a puzzled stare.

"Yeah, a few. Once the blood dries, you know," he shrugged. Yeah, Writ would know. "All the Oxi-Clean in the v'orld couldn't save it."
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