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It was already late in the evening but the merchant seemed unfazed by the passing of time. He sat, poised and elegant, watching the world around him. He didn’t seem bored, even as he leaned forward and laced his fingers atop the table; below it, he kept his toe tapping to some silent tune in his head. He was tall, by human standards, though while sitting down he didn’t seem particularly threatening. If you didn’t look at his face.
He had graceful features--sharp and refined. His chin and nose tapered to a point, giving him an air of sophistication, but that, combined with his slitted eyes and pointed teeth, there was something undeniably predatory about him. He watched with a hungry gaze and a mischievous, nearly sinister smile. His ears were pointed and were prominent despite being tucked behind his vibrant, multi-colored hair. The most intrusive feature that indicated there was something not human about him were the curling horns protruding from his temples and the oil-slick black scales that brushed his cheeks and forehead. He was well dressed, in a fashion obviously otherworldly, and seemed to enjoy dressing himself up in glistening gemstones.
His table was somehow both simple and overwhelming; it was draped in a dark purple tablecloth, with extravagant embroidery in different designs. Scattered neatly atop the table was an array of items that seemed to carry some magical weight to them.
He did not seem intimidated in the slightest and, upon noticing that the barrier surrounding him rippled when his visitor entered, he smiled.
He did not rise to meet them nor adjust his position in the slightest. He followed them with his fierce eyes and greeted, in a silky voice, “Welcome.”
He had graceful features--sharp and refined. His chin and nose tapered to a point, giving him an air of sophistication, but that, combined with his slitted eyes and pointed teeth, there was something undeniably predatory about him. He watched with a hungry gaze and a mischievous, nearly sinister smile. His ears were pointed and were prominent despite being tucked behind his vibrant, multi-colored hair. The most intrusive feature that indicated there was something not human about him were the curling horns protruding from his temples and the oil-slick black scales that brushed his cheeks and forehead. He was well dressed, in a fashion obviously otherworldly, and seemed to enjoy dressing himself up in glistening gemstones.
His table was somehow both simple and overwhelming; it was draped in a dark purple tablecloth, with extravagant embroidery in different designs. Scattered neatly atop the table was an array of items that seemed to carry some magical weight to them.
He did not seem intimidated in the slightest and, upon noticing that the barrier surrounding him rippled when his visitor entered, he smiled.
He did not rise to meet them nor adjust his position in the slightest. He followed them with his fierce eyes and greeted, in a silky voice, “Welcome.”
Protogenia was always wandering, always moving. She could never stay still even when she was just a normal civilian. Tonight felt different to her, she just couldn't figure out why though. She knew it wasn't going to be one of those surprise things, like the choice for Umbrella to suddenly bomb Raccoon City [she really needed to finish her Resident Evil playthrough], but it did seem like something was going to happen or come up. She was proven right when she suddenly found herslef in a massive bubble. "Whoaaaa." She was so focused on looking around that she almost bumped into the pretty purple table before her. "Oh! Im so sorry!" She looked down, locking eyes with whom she hopped was the owner of the table.
He looked strange, but kind of like that big kitty senshi she had met earlier.
"Hello! I like your hair! It looks so cool! Are those horns real?! Can I touch them?!" She was just so full of questions! "Are you a special merchant of sorts? Can I buy something?!" She took a look at all the shinnies that she was just NOW seeing on the table, scanning each one. Granted she wasn't sure what kind of currency would be required but....Her eyes were drawn towards a pretty purple sphere. The swirls of color reminded her of a mini galaxy, and it was calling to her.
