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 Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 3:37 pm
 [ Chittentown, being as large as it is, has some of the best shopping in the region! Of course these two would find only one item to be worth squabbling over. ]
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 3:46 pm
[ Sascha was beside himself. He'd routinely visited the local Chittentown plaza on flea market for sweeps now, but couldn't help but get emotional over it every time. There was just so much stuff there! It was the best kind of stuff, too. Cheap and lots.
Sascha tried to plow through the crowds, but eventually had to change tactics when his small stature proved insufficient to muscle people out of his way. His lusus, silently thankful at the delay in her son's pace, scurried as fast as she could to keep up.
Sascha browsed the few stalls within reach. Rugs? Nah. Lawnring ornaments? Nice, but... No, Sascha didn't have a proper lawnring. He'd come back to that one later... Sascha craned his neck to try to see farther into the distance.
Oh? Sascha couldn't see from his position what that particular stall was selling, but it seemed to be drawing a crowd. They either had good stuff, good deals, or both, which was more than enough incentive for Sascha to cut across the plaza--elbowing obstacles with wild abandon. ]
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 11:06 pm
Rumors of an old, retired flarp quest reward that had been discontinued as a quest reward had Voscil making her way to Chittentown in no time flat. While not an avid junk collector, she did covet any and all things relating to her favorite games. The yellowblood had a habit of collecting memorabilia, especially hard to find hidden gems that were unobtainable through normal means. Sure, if it turned out to be nothing that would have been pretty lame, but she had to go check it out right? The answer of course was absolutely. Voscil hardly knew the layout of the terrain, but it didn't take long to find a large gathering of trolls down by the marketplace, and namely the noise of the bustling little bazaar. Her eyes widened with excitement, where the rumors perhaps in fact true? Checking she had her Beetles pouch close at hand, and with her roarbeast lusii in toe, Voscil made her way closer to the gathering. At first she couldn't see anything. Determined to get in closer to the stall, she dashed around the pack flanking them so she could worm her way through. "Aw come on, lemme see!" She protested, puffing up her cheeks in a pout. What met her eyes was a old, bric-a-brac that brought a gasp of surprise. "Oh NO way! Is that really what I think it is?!" Voscil was quick to blurt out, staring at the brick-a-brack as if she'd just unearthed the coolest thing ever. By her accounts, it easily was. What looked like an ordinary ornament was in fact an old fancy conch sell. A prized battle-horn, and equally excellent decorative piece. While it hardly looked the part of a once "legendary" prize, she didn't care. The thought never occurred to her someone else might want it. The only reason she didn't have one was because she hadn't managed to find some one willing to trade, or sell. Her hopes set high, she'd make it quick and bring it back in no time flat. Or at least that was what she'd had in mind as she tried to inquire about purchasing the fancy rusted bell in question. seekingCylem woah sorry this slipped past me, but tag for you! :]
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 11:55 pm
[ There was some weird junk at this stall, Sascha noted offhandedly. He certainly wasn’t complaining. If he wanted boring samey merchandise, he’d have just gone to the grocery store and stared at the shampoo aisle. There was nothing quite like the tactile sensation of burrowing around in a pile of stuff that could potentially become your stuff.
Oh, like this! Sascha grabbed at a large conch shell partially buried under some nondescript leather item. He’d never been to the beach before, much less seen a shell this picturesque in design. And it was shiny to boot!
Sascha didn’t realize someone else had grabbed onto it until there were already multiple hands on the object. Had she already been there or did this just happen? Sascha hadn’t been paying attention.
It was an awkward situation; that was for sure. Sascha narrowed his eyes, uncertain of how to progress. This girl was both his age and his color. There was no hierarchal bullshit to decide who was going to buy this item. In Sascha’s mind this obviously meant the conch shell should go to him, but he’d understand if this kid needed some convincing.
Sascha tugged on his end of the conch experimentally. “Yo.” he announced. Maybe she just didn't realize this item was already spoken for. ]
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 5:34 am
Voscil noticed hands on her shiny prize, and not all of them where hers. In fact, the other set belonged to a boy about her age, and from the looks of it was also a yellowblood like herself. Normally that would have been reason enough to be happy, if not downright pleased. But some one was after her goodie, and wouldn't let go. Her delighted expression faltered at his less friendly one. Vos’ own brows narrowed as she appraised the other. She did not let go when he tugged, and promptly tugged back on the item trying to pull it closer to herself. "Hiya!" she retorted, arching a brow at him. Surely he didn't think he was going to make off with the conch shell. This was going on her display shelf; she had seen it first obviously. Whatever the case was on his end she wasn't budging; not in a million sweeps. Voscil tilted her head at him. "S'up?" she added quickly, failing to make it sound even remotely nonchalant. She was clearly unwilling to part with the object. Where had he come from, and what was his deal anyway? No matter! All he had to do was just let go, and they could both go on their merry ways. It was that simple right? Totally.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 1:31 am
[ This girl wasn't letting go. Sascha tilted his head back and looked down his nose at her in appraisal. He might have exaggerated the gesture somewhat for dramatic effect, but if there were ever a situation to do so, it was definitely this one. Definitely.
Sascha brought his head back level and smirked in response to the girl. His gloved hand tightened ever so slightly on his end of the conch.
"Not much. Just out shopping. You?" Sascha replied in as casual of a tone as he could muster while clearly knowing exactly what was going on. Just because this was a hiccup in his shopping experience didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with it.
The stall's shopkeeper eyed the two kids loitering with their merchandise. They weren't manhandling the item, and didn't appear to be about to take off with it, so the shopkeeper rolled their shoulders and attended to the people who were actually handing them money.
Bagwormother had managed to push her way through the crowds at this point. She planted herself near Sascha, relieved he didn't appear to have gotten himself into trouble between leaving her side and ending up on the other end of the plaza. The strange girl he was with visibly reminded Mother enough of her own charge to keep her from worrying too badly, but she kept her eye on the unfamiliar lusus all the same. ]
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 11:47 pm
Voscil didn't exactly take to the idea that he wasn't letting go anymore than he seemed to be. In fact he held the conch a little tighter, and was looking down his nose at her of all things! Shifting her weight to one side she had an idea occurred to her. She'd play along with his lead for now. To bad they couldn't just ask the conch who it wanted to go home with. The little yellowblood gave him a pointed look when he mentioned he was just shopping. "Oh you know, shopping as well." She didn't look away from him, literally staring into the face of the other kid not allowing herself to blink either. The game was so on. Well, she could hope so anyway. At least those were Vos's intentions as she was trying to entice him into a staring contest. Even if he didn't respond, she held fast to her end of the conch with another experimental tug. The shopkeeper could watch them all they wanted; it didn't make her want to stop. "You do know I'm not giving it up right?" She smiled sweetly at him, and would have bat her eyelashes weren't she trying to start a "war" with him. MamaJu looked between the two yellowbloods with a curious blink. Something about him, she couldn't really place a paw on it but he seemed alright. The tiger-lusii didn't mind the boy's guardian either so long as she didn't actually do anything weird or funny that could have been perceived as dangerous to her ward. However, the fact the two troll children were apparently set on the same thing did amuse the motherly beast. She was content to watch, and see how it played out for now.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 11:51 pm
[ Was she-? Was she mirroring him? Either that or Sascha was dealing with a yellowblooded kid as impudent as himself. Both options were far more appealing to Sascha than if she'd just folded over their prize... At least, appealing relative to Sascha still making off with the shiny, shiny conch. Sascha's smile turned genuine.
The deliberate, unflinching eye-contact was a little weird, but the discrete tug kept Sascha from getting too skeptical. He could appreciate a diversion tactic.
"I think I coulda pieced it together," Sascha returned in his own saccharine tone. "But in case you hadn't noticed, I'm not letting go either."
Sascha gave a solid yank for emphasis. "My names Sascha, by the way. Sascha Diasis. I'd offer you a handshake, but, y'know." Sascha shrugged his preoccupied arms. "Figure we should introduce ourselves. I get the feeling we could be here a while." Sascha smiled with a vicious sort of sweetness.
As Sascha's engagement intensified, Bagwormother calmed down. With Sascha preoccupied, not to mention quite literally held in place, he wasn't at much risk for running off again. She had some time to bask in the warm, moonlit air. ]
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 10:26 pm
Voscil had to give this kid credit; he wasn't budging and even was firing back with his own attitude. All in all it was an interesting predicament this Sascha kid presented. Rolling her shoulder not connected to the conch she held she grinned at the other kid. "I'm Voscil Torgny! Nice to meet you Sascha~! At least I guess so anyway hehe." She chimed in response, genuinely meaning it even if she was irritated. Winking fiendishly Vos had to give him a bad time; his tone of voice left her with no choice. Another yank to try and bring the item back her way followed. A few passersby noticed the kids and their showdown, but paid them no mind. For what it was worth the moonlight was gorgeous, and the night serene in its beauty. Pursing her lips some in consideration the next question flew out of her mouth seconds after her retorted introduction. "Hey man, do you even know what this is? Are you a flarp'er?" she asked curiously her eyes widening just a little bit as she leaned in narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously. While hopeful he perhaps was, it didn't change her stance. MamaJu's tail flicked, yawning as she laid down stretching herself out lazily as she rest her paws on her shoulder. If they were going to be awhile moon-bathing would do nicely to keep her preoccupied.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2015 7:44 pm
[ Sascha’s shoulders tensed. If he could drag the item just a little bit closer to him than it was to her, it’d be like he was winning… even if the conch shell wasn’t actually going anywhere. This Voscil girl was a tough one to be so chipper in the face of Sascha’s… chipperness? Granted he was at least being condescending about it. He couldn’t tell if Voscil was trying to get under his skin or was just genuinely not-annoyed at him.
Just as Sascha was starting to get frustrated with his lack of progress, Voscil shot him a question. He looked between her and the shell with genuine confusion, and a small amount of suspicion. “Uh, it’s a shell.” He barely resisted tacking on an “obviously,” or even a “duh,” but the attitude came through his tone of voice all the same.
“Wait, what, is this some kind of nerd thing?” Sascha perked up as he noticed the mention of FLARPing. He looked back down at the conch shell to make sure it wasn’t labeled or anything. Nope. Just a plain ole shell. Was she messing with him? He narrowed his eyes in clear suspicion of Voscil’s motives. The shell was pretty and he was going to take it home with him regardless of whatever nerd cooties might have been on it. ]
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2015 9:04 pm
Everything about this kid made her want to scream and stomp her feet, and it was truly beginning to grate on her nerves how he kept up that flippant attitude. He was being snide with her, even she could gather that much. Voscil had tried for niceness, and all it seemed to do was irritate this guy more. Good. She hoped he was just as annoyed as she was after all was said and done. Voscil's happy go lucky smile dropped off her face at his follow up statement, and his calling it just a shell. She could just hear the duh in his tone of voice, and it actually caused her to blink at him several times ruining her staring contest idea. Huffing at him crossly, she glared at this Sascha fellow. "Omg but it's not just a shell it's a battle horn!" Vos actually jutted her lower lip out at him in dismay. Was she REALLY trying to keep her prize away from sometroll who didn't even play or have any idea what it was beyond the obvious? Groaning at him in frustration, having officially crossed the line with the nerd remark. "It's not nerdy, it's fun!" She retorted quickly. "Come on, you don't even know what it is. Please can I have it?" She whined at him hoping to plead her case and somehow turn this around. Vos didn't want to lose...especially to some snotty kid who had a chip on his shoulder. While she was trying to convince him the fast little troll was getting antsy, and not able to sit still as she started fidgeting and shifting her weight from one foot to the next a bit faster than was necessary meaning she also had relaxed her grip momentarily while she tried to settle herself.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 11:26 pm
[ Sascha kept his attention trained on Voscil, as though gearing up to be told some ridiculous story in a ploy to distract him. Even if that had been the case, he would have fallen for it the second Voscil mentioned it was a horn.
“Yo, wait, you mean you can make noise with this thing!?” If there was one thing Sascha like more than shiny junk, it was being loud. Sascha lit up. “I wanna try!” He shouted, making a ferocious jerk on the shell, flinging his arms up and down. All pretenses of coolness were long gone.
In the midst of his flailing, Sascha noticed he had the narrow end of the shell—the mouthpiece. With an expression that was only slightly more gleeful than devious, Sascha bent his head down to the shell in his hands and blew.
“BWWEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
There was a fair amount of spittle and a lot of noise. Shoppers who hadn’t been paying attention to the children’s skirmish were certainly aware of it now. Bagwormother nearly shot out of her shell. The owner of the stall (as well as the owners of a number of surrounding stalls) turned towards the kids with a definitively unhappy expression.
“If you’re gonna be putting your mouth on the merchandise, you’d better damn well be paying for it too.” The shopkeeper growled, planting his moneybox on the adjacent counter threateningly. ]
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 4:31 am
“Yeah man it totally is one! They use to give these out as quest rewards if you completed a designated legendary chain. Sure it looks like an ordinary item but if you could bring one of those to the battle field they were moral boosters and a great way to strike fear into your enemies pump biscuits.” She kept prattling on, opening her mouth to add more she was interrupted by the shrill sound of the horn sounding off announcing to everyone its proper usage. Voscil initially was alright with his blowing the conch shell and sudden burst of devious glee. She’d been hopeful the other troll was ditching his douche-bag attitude, and actually having a little fun. Yet she’d been rudely mistaken. Shrieking in surprise when spittle splattered across her face, it caused MamaJu to leap up onto her feet. Looking around in alarm only to sigh in response once the lusus realized what the grievance was. The loogie had come at Vos in slow motion, yet she’d stared in horror without reacting. Blinking, her eyes went wide. “EW!” Her hand released the conch shell in a moment of weakness reaching up to wipe her face off reflexively. If she’d been less focused on this pretentious jerk she’d have tried to avoid the spatter. “YOU MEANIEFACE! THAT’S SO ******** DISGUSTING!” She sounded off shrilly pointing an accusing finger at Sascha. Stomping her feet at him, she continued her shrieking at the boy. “You’re a butt-headed, wiggler sniffing, slobbering jerk!” She was about to say more, when she realized much to her horror she’d released what they’d been fighting over this whole time. Gasping in alarm, she tried to grab for the conch again, horrified. “Nooo! I didn’t mean to let go!” The yellowblood whined, speedily trying to snatch at it as if she’d just remembered she could use her powers to try turning this around.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2015 11:30 pm
[ Sascha wheezed as he recovered from expending all of his breath into the conch shell. Then he noticed Voscil’s reaction. “Heh. Heheh… AHA HA HA HA HAAA!!”
Sascha doubled over in gleeful, openly malicious cackling. She’d been so dead-set on getting her hands on the conch shell and all it took to get her to break had been blowing a raspberry at her? He would have thought it pathetic, but her reaction was way too funny to find anything other than endearing. He only realized as an afterthought that he’d curled over on the conch shell—the entire thing in his grasp.
“Don’t forget ‘winner’! If you’re gonna be name-calling, at least remember that much!” Sascha called back, nearly shrieking with laughter.
Sascha had expected retaliation. However, he hadn’t expected Voscil to retaliate that fast. Sascha’s expression dropped in surprise as Voscil practically teleported into his personal space.
“Wh- WHOA!” On impulse, Sascha threw his arms up in the air. He immediately realized his mistake as the conch shell went sailing out of his grip. “Sh…. s**t..!” He felt himself say as he watched the shell pass his peripheral vision.
He reached out with his mind to try and grab the all-too fragile prize as it arced in the air. He’d never live it down if after all that he’d managed to break the stupid thing. He doubted Voscil would let him live it down either. ]
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 5:00 pm
Baleful eyes laid on Sascha as he laughed at her of all things. This jerk sure had a lot of nerve! Although. even she had to admit; his shitty attitude was strangely captivating, if not winsome as much as she hated to admit it. If it was her in his position she'd have gloated too. Snorting at him disdainfully the kid rolled her eyes indignantly. "Ugh! Your face! She shot back, a small smile pulling at the corner of her sour expression. While a dirty tactic, she had to give him credit. "Yeah, yeah. Talk to the hand, cuz the face isn't listening to a stinky winner." She started to argue, gasping suddenly as she watched the conch fly out of Sascha's startled grasp. Her eyes dilated, mouth dropping open wide enough a fly could have swooped in for a landing. "s**t!" She wailed, pivoting on a dime and leaving Sascha's personal space. Voscil had to admit, maybe using her psionics while so close to him had been a lousy idea. Kicking it into high gear she zipped after the sailing conch with all her reserves making a mad dash for the item. Voscil was close...the item was beginning to arch downwards towards the ground. It was go big, or go home. Do or die. She made a dive for the conch, leaping at it even if it meant sliding across the ground fingers out stretched grasping at it in desperation, perfectly lined up for catching it.
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