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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 1:49 am
 Where: Bazaar of New Hemisect City When: The middle of the night, busiest shopping time. Why: Fellah just reaped a harvest, it's time to give sell some of his hard work!
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 2:01 am
It was that time again. Fellah had just finished collecting the ripened vegetation from his fields and while he had stocked his cupboards quite full he had plenty leftover and needed to find some trolls who were in need of food.
The redblood had hitched up two of his sturdiest hoofbeasts and made the trek into the great New Hemisect City. The young troll was excited for his journey. Every time he brought in a new batch of crops was a new opportunity to meet and socialize with other trolls. Whether the others cared to socialize back was another story entirely.
Fellah had his wagon parked on the outskirts of the bazaar. It was always a wonder to see all the exciting goods others were selling though even the dim troll knew it wasn't a good idea to go off wandering and leave his produce and hoofbeasts unattended. He had a crude sign that read "Fresh crops for sale!" painted in red and hanging on his wagon. The aforementioned goods all looked quite well grown and tended to. Fellah took pride in his work and the end results showed it. There were a dozen or so different vegetables piled up high waiting to be used in some great recipe or just to be eaten raw as a nice snack.
His feet swung back and forth dangling from the cart as he watched the passerby's, snacking on one of his vegetables he waited for anyone to inquire about his goods, or just anyone wanting to strike up a conversation. He was smiling for no particular reason, he had a friendly glow about him that would make some of the other trolls a little confused as to why he looked so pleasant.
He was daydreaming again. He was remembering the troll soap opera he watched last night and going over the countless possibilities that arose from the introduction of one of the main casts evil twin. It was thrilling and shocking, and everything that made a good dramatic quadrant television show worth watching. He wondered if he'd be able to pick up a new dating simulator at the end of the day. He hoped he could find one that reminded him of his new favorite troll soap.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 2:58 pm
"Slow doooown already!" An exasperated voice rose over the dull chatter of the market. Here and there, some of the merchant trolls turned their heads, recognizing the tone of the yell as a certain, familiar kid they hoped was only passing by. Lucky for them, he was. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be enjoying it as much. "Bumbs, seriously, c'm- s**t!" He stumbled, having stomped down particularly hard on one of his loose shoelaces. It took a moment to recover and, in the process, he nearly lost sight of the lusus he was tracking. "Bumbs!" On any normal day, Aprife would've let his flight-o-fanciful 'dad' go do whatever it was house-cat sized bees did in a crowded city. Today, however, Bumblesuckle had snatched his notebook right out of his hands as soon as he whipped it out to start writing down gossip about another troll who had been standing near a cart, holding up a couple of fruits as fake boobs.
"Buuumbs!" Despite his apparently childlike demeanor, the lusus was still a guardian and still tended to act like one sometimes. Oh, how he wished Aprife would learn to socialize properly and stop scribbling down stupid little notes all the time! The hive was beginning to get rather crowded with books and paper and they just couldn't afford to move somewhere larger. Besides, it had to be bad for development when the most attractive words that came out of the kid's mouth had something to do with conning deep, dark secrets out of some unsuspecting victim.
Behind him, Bumblesuckle could tell that his charge was beginning to slow. His endurance was fairly poor. That being said, the lusus really was no different. Oh my, this notebook sure was getting heavy. His wings strained with effort before finally, coming across one of the last carts in the bazaar, he had no choice but to stop. Buzzing around the wagon to survey the situation, he felt considerably unthreatened by this large, but smiling troll. He fluttered down and tried to hide among the piles of produce.
Grinding to a halt in front of the cart, Aprife doubled over with his hands on his knees, rough breaths forcing their way out of his lungs. "H-Hey…" Eventually, slowly, his breathing steadied. "I think I just saw my lusus come this w-" He had started to look up while he talked and his eyes couldn't help but widen a bit. This troll. He was big. It probably didn't help that Aprife was one of the scrawniest looking boys you could hope to meet, but he felt rather suddenly overshadowed. "-ay." He recovered. For the most part. A usual grin was back on his face, anyway. "You haven't seen a bee carrying a notebook around here, have you?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 4:02 pm
"Daaang..." the redblood said, muffled by the food he left stuffed in his mouth. He watched in amazement as the largest bee he's yet to see buzzed over his head, circled around and landed in the back of his wagon.
He leaned closer to the landing zone, peering over the hills of crops to try and get a closer look at the creature that was taking refuge in his cart; but before he had a chance to get a good look at it, a rather scrawny looking troll came panting up to his stand.
"Uh...maybe?" he said looking surprised, but smiled regardless pleased to see another troll.
"A big old bee just landed in the back of my cart," he said standing up on his wagon and bending over to look at the lusus trying to hide itself in the midst of his vegetables, "biggest darn bee I've ever seen," he said scratching his nose, "looks pretty tuckered out too," he mentioned offering a hand to the wiry troll to help hoist him onto the wagon so he could get a look to see if it was indeed his lusus.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 5:43 pm
All things considered, it was probably good that Aprife had never yet met a bee bigger than Bumblesuckle. So, when his new acquaintance sounded genuinely surprised at the size of the insect that had taken shelter here, he was sure that it was his lusus. And hopefully his notebook, too. If that little bugger had dropped it somewhere, his s**t would certainly not remain unflipped. "He's worn out, too...? That sounds about right." Part of him felt like laughing. That they both ran out of steam at the same time was so strangely typical.
Glancing up at the larger troll's offered hand, he stared, his smile twisting almost nervously. Still, he couldn't shake that the expression he received in return was rather disarming and after a moment longer, he reached up and grabbed the hand. With a grunt of effort and the other's help, he hoisted himself up onto the cart. Peering into the mountains of fruit, he saw exactly who he had been looking for. At the sight of his charge, Bumblesuckle's wings flared up and set to buzzing, but they just didn't have enough juice to lift him up. He could only slide backwards a bit.
"C'mon, Bumbledad, it's just me," Aprife muttered, reaching out a hand. Only when he really, really wanted something did the yellowblood call his lusus anything other than 'Bumbs.' It only caused the bee to wiggle his bum in mock threat. "Seriously. Just gimme back my notebook." The bee scooted his body further over the item in question, flickering his wings faster so they caused a loud BZZZZZ. "Uuuugh." Pinching the bridge of his nose, Aprife turned back to the redblood that he had temporarily started to ignore.
"He doesn't wanna give it back." Rubbing the back of his neck, he sighed. "He'll be a little easier to persuade once he's not all tired and defensive. You don't mind if we crash here for a minute, right." It wasn't a question. The invasive little kid had already decided it was alright on his own.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 2:47 pm
The scene was a rather funny one Fellah had to admit. He had no idea why this trolls lusus had stolen his notebook and why they were both so adamant that the other not have it. He carefully stepped around his produce, slowly approaching the bee and kneeling down next to it.
"Aint no problem with me," the redblood shrugged, picking up a random bit of fruit and offering it to the tired lusus, "Ya both look awfully tuckered out," he chuckled a bit. Fellah turned his head and picked up another crop before gently tossing it to the assumed yellowblood from the look of his attire.
"On the house," he smiled broadly. Fellah tried to contain his enthusiasm but he was really hoping that this troll might stick around for a while. Maybe he'd get the chance to make a new friend, given enough time, "But what's all this business of you two chasing each other like that?" he wondered what all the fuss was about just some boring old notebook.
The only time Fellah ever chased his lusus like that was when PapaBuff decided that his troll hadn't done enough work for the day and took away his handheld gaming device. Fellah would chase him around the hive for hours trying to get it back, though he was never quite fast enough. That hadn't happened for a few sweeps though.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 6:37 pm
Even despite his earlier feelings, Bumblesuckle shuffled back and forth nervously when the large troll got closer. For a bug, there was always a fear of getting stepped on, no matter what size. He could name in his head at least ten separate occasions when Aprife had tripped over him or stomped far too close for comfort as if the lusus was nothing more than something discarded on the floor of their messy hive. It had made the creature understandably wary when it came to feet. On the bright side, it didn't change the fact that he was easily persuaded when something sweet was involved. As soon as the fruit was laid in front of him, he seemed to easily forget any fear or even that he had been guarding his troll's notebook in the first place. He scuttled off of it and wrapped his little feet around the meal. At least until Aprife tried one more time to reach out for his prized book. Bumblesuckle buzzed harshly and backed onto it again. The protect instinct hadn't faded away just yet.
"Mmmnnnn," Aprife muttered, rubbing a hand down his face as the bee, satisfied that his charge was done fooling around, went back to eating. "Fine. Whatever." Caught up in a momentary bout of mumble-grumbling, he almost missed the swing of the other kid's arm, which sent the crop flying in his direction. It was an easy lob, but by the time he reacted, the food juggled from one hand to the other before he finally got a good hold on it. Looking down at his hands, he flipped the gift over a few times. It was a fruit not dissimilar from what Bumbs was currently fawning over, so he could only assume it was pretty tasty. He grinned, letting out a short, laugh-like sound. "Hey, thanks."
As he lifted the fruit to his lips, he considered the question. It wasn't particularly unusual, anyone who saw a strange kid risking life and limb trying to chase a bee through an overly crowded market probably had the right to ask what he was thinking. But Aprife wasn't too keen on spilling the beans until he had at least tried to pry something interesting out of this guy. It was usually easier to get people to talk if they didn't have an expectation that they were being nosily interrogated to the point of having their life stories written down in some weird stalker's notebooks. Not to mention that, without thinking, he had scribbled down one of his fantasy stories in this particular book. It was short and well-surrounded by notes, but there was no promise that somebody couldn't just open it and see what kind of unusual tales he wove sometimes.
"Oh, you know, Bumbs thought it would be funny to take my notebook that's all." He took a bite of the fruit and continued speaking with his mouth half-full of food. "There's just some stuff in there. I started chasing him without really thinking about it. Not really important." After one or two more bites, he thought it fit to try and change the subject. "What about you. Shouldn't you be trying to sell your food instead of giving it away." He vaguely held up the fruit. "You're not gonna make anything this way, ya know. Isn't this your livelihood? Shouldn't you be more careful?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 7:09 pm
"Well, can't hurt to give just a few away, right?" Fellah chuckled a bit scratching the bridge of his nose. He knew he was bad at business, he was lucky if he gave away less than half of his crops on his market trips. He made enough with what he sold, aside from his dating sims guilty pleasure Fellah was pretty self sufficient. The lowblood figured the chance to make a new friend was well worth the currency he lost from giving his produce away.
"I make enough to get by," he said grabbing a piece of straw from the cart and chewing on the stem. He knew better than to eat the hay, it was food for the hoofbeasts. Chewing on it soothed him though; it made him feel like he was closer to PapaBuff.
"So what's your name stranger?" he asked giving the yellowblood a charming smile and extending his massive hand to him, "I'm Opimus Fellah," he said, "You can just call me Fellah though," he was strangely friendly to someone he had never met before.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 11:07 am
'Enough to get by' was just vague enough to make the shorter troll's nose crinkle in slight irritation. Yet, it lasted only a moment. Growing up in their society had gotten him used to others avoiding his questions to keep their privacy. It wasn't really a problem nor anything that ever discouraged him. And besides, something told him--perhaps it was the far too eager features--that getting information out of this guy wouldn't be particularly difficult. He just had to be patient. Rolling the half-eaten fruit over in one hand again, he grinned crookedly. "Fellah, huh?" Fingers tapped against the waxy surface, avoiding the mushy innards. The entire time, his eyes were trained on the large hand still held out in friendly gesture.
"Aprife…" he muttered after some time, his free hand finally rising. "Aprife Invasi." Fellah's mitts looked big enough to envelop his whole, hence the hesitation. Still, there were very few things he wouldn't do to gain favor. If this guy wanted to shake hands, shake he would! And with vigor! Jiggling his arm to coax the oversized sleeve off of his palm, he shoved his hand forward, worry apparently discarded, and clasped the proffered one, giving it a good one-two shake. His fingers were always a bit clammy. Hopefully it wouldn't be a minded. As he pulled back, he grinned and set a curled fist on his hip, taking another bite of fruit.
"I guess a few's not that much," he conceded, thankfully seeing fit to swallow his bite before speaking this time. "I mean, you must sell quite a bit, right?" He glanced over the full cart. "Taking care of all this stuff must take quite a bit of fundage. And you gotta have some left over for fun." Quirking a brow, he let his eyes wander back to the other with a questioning subtext.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 11:46 am
Fellah was rather enthusiastic with his handshake as well. A bit unaware of his own strength he probably squeezed Aprife's hand a bit too tightly for the smaller troll's comfort. His hands were pretty rough and calloused, working out in the fields all the time had taken its toll on them. Despite his rough handshake there was still a sort of gentleness to it, it was easy to tell that he didn't use his strength aggressively often.
He shrugged a bit and looked back at his cart, "It all kinda depends really, sometimes I sell a lot sometimes I don't sell much at all," he said. Fellah picked up another piece of fruit and looked it over in his hands, "Sometimes I end up giving away more than I sell," he admitted with a chuckle, "Doesn't really matter that much though! It really doesn't cost too much to upkeep everything so it's okay if I don't make any money,"
"Fun?" Fellah asked a bit confused, "I don't really go out much or anything if that's what ya mean. I'm not real good with the whole city life," he admitted with a nervous laugh. True enough that Fellah loved the company of other trolls, massive crowds, loud music, and flashing lights though, that was all a bit too over whelming for the country troll.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 7:14 pm
Okay, so maybe Aprife wasn't even close to the kind of guy anyone would want to go to for business advice, but that didn't mean he couldn't see the problem here. That wasn't the way you were supposed to run a shop. Could it even be called a shop if sometimes there wasn't a profit? "Your farm's gotta be decent sized for all this stuff, it's really not that expensive?"
Oh man, if only Bumblesuckle wasn't still hogging the notebook that was rightfully his. This curiosity deserved its own page or something, especially once the yellowblood caught the confusion about just what he meant by 'fun.' His fingers began to itch, darn it, he wanted to write.
A quick glance over the produce pile told him that despite his growing antsiness, he still wouldn't be getting his book back soon. The lusus had barely made a dent in his fruit, he was savoring it, it was obvious by the happy, every once in a while buzz of his wings. Aprife noticed that his own fruit had disappeared completely at some point, he could barely remember finishing it, and was now starting to dribble stickily down his hand as he squished the core in exasperation. It made his hand feel gross. He hated that feeling. Tsking, he tossed the core carelessly out into the street somewhere behind them. If someone tripped over it, well, they should have been paying better attention to where they were going.
"You don't have to go out to have fun," he revealed, sounding like the answer was just common sense. He was rubbing the juice-covered hand roughly on his pants. "Don't you have something around the hive you like to do?" Preferably something interesting enough to distract him from the thoughts of notebooks and itchy trigger fingers.
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