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 For Sale... Never Eaten?, Speedy Powlets! And Fisi, too!
Gatsby
Posted: Aug 14 2012, 12:35 PM


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You know what does not constitute a good morning? Finding two newly hatched chicks running amok around your kitchen making headache-inducing ‘CHERP CHERP’ noises. And that’s precisely what Gatsby had to deal with before he could even brew his morning coffee.

Where the teensy Powlets came from, he had no idea. Both Guin and Juliet were outside, pecking and scratching at the ground as oblivious as ever. Captain Hammer claimed to have saveds them from stupidity of green chicken until it became obvious that Gatsby wasn’t pleased and certainly wasn’t about to award him any glory for letting them run around the house. He was pretty quick to fold after that. But no amount of interrogation of Hammer or Itzel or anyone down the line of who each one of them claimed to have set the chickens loose actually revealed the culprit. Gatsby was left with two Powlet chicks hopping around on his kitchen table and no one to blame.

When the werewolf left to conduct the day’s business, he took the hatchling Halivres with him. He figured they were rare enough, seeing as other than the time he managed to come home with Guin and Juliet he’d never come across another bonding of them (if you could really say that the shiny chickens bonded). Granted, there was a whole six months he was missing but hey. Might as well try to make something off of them. That’s why when Gatsby was sitting at an outdoor cafe table working out the books for this week, he had the chicks in a basket next to him.

Not-quite-free to a good home.

He’d told all the right contacts about the Powlets so hopefully someone would come and take them or maybe someone trying to place some bets wanted a Powlet too or hell maybe even someone just walking by. Otherwise, they were going to end up as snacks for those Fisi chained up over there.


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Gatsby
Posted: Aug 14 2012, 12:36 PM


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Attendees
Anastashia, Geoffrey, Khryssie, Mute, T'Rae (Inara, Tupa), Taki, Zeph

Powlets
2/2 Halivre
Albert -- Khryssie
Snowbell -- Zeph

Fisi
2/2 Erevu
Mr. Cuddles -- Taki
Schnüffeln -- Geoffrey

I Am Not A Chicken Halivre
For all that Halivre are known for being drab, he’s actually a pretty sort of bird. His bright coppery feathers are all edged in a deep, dark shade of brown. While it’s not so noticeable on his neck where his feathers are shorter and closer together, it does create a rather visually pleasing dappled effect over the rest of his slight body. That paired with the neat fan of his tail feathers make this boy closely resemble a Golden Sebright chicken. But, uh, don’t tell him that. See, he doesn’t exactly act like he knows that he’s just a shiny chicken. He’ll sooner peck a predator on the nose in clearly the most bravest show of bravery you’ll ever see than actually run from anything. Really, he’ll peck most anything on the nose or otherwise, especially if it makes a funny noise or moves when he does so. He’s a pretty curious and pretty stupid little Powlet and it’s probably best you keep an eye out to make he doesn’t get himself accidentally eaten.

S@#%! The Sky Is Falling Halivre
This might be one of the silliest Halivre, or really Powlets in general, that you ever see. His buff plumage looks downright fluffy. Yes, fluffy. For whatever reason, his feathers are fine and plentiful and soft to the touch, making him look a little more like a pompom than a chicken. They cover him from a big puffball on the top of his head all the way down to his little feet like an adorable Silkie chicken. It’s a wonder the poor guy can even see. Or maybe he can’t. That would explain why he’s always running around like his head got cut off or something. The world is a big scary place when you’re just a little shiny chicken, apparently. He’s an incredibly nervous sort, jumping at sudden noises or clucking in terror at sudden movements. The only time he’s ever still is if he’s too scared to move, which actually happens quite a bit. Seriously, you’d think the sky was coming down around him or something.

Real Villains Wear Mustaches Erevu
This isn’t a rather remarkable Fisi to look at. She’s fairly average for her rank and just as sinewy as the next Erevu. Her coat is wiry and her mane thin. The base of her coloring is a deep red-brown that could’ve had the chance to be pretty were it on some creature other than a Fisi. Her characteristic stripe is a middling grey, the same shade as the wisps of color that muddle up that red-brown. And, wait, that dark stripe above her lip-- is that a mustache? At least it looks like one, but before you have time to ask why a female Fisi has a mustache you’ll probably find yourself with a few less fingers or toes or maybe even a windpipe. She’s not exactly the nicest Erevu you’ll ever run across, not that any of them are really nice. But, she’s clearly an evil, villainous mastermind just biding her time and plotting before she takes over the world (or just the clan) or ruins your life or, hell, maybe even both. Doesn't that sound like a blast?

I Mustache You A Question Erevu
It’ll take you a moment to figure out whether this Fisi is light grey on sunburnt black or the other way around. Only the fact that she’s an Erevu with that nearly white stripe running from her forehead through her patchy mane-- can you call it a mane with so much missing?-- will tell you that she’s grey on black. Grey that left a funny little patch of black above her lip and beneath her nose that looks awfully like a handlebar mustache. At least you know she’s on the silly side for a Fisi just by looking at her. She’s a curious one, this. She uses all the slyness of her rank to sniff around and investigate all the things, usually sticking her nose into things that it probably shouldn’t be stuck in. Not that she realizes that’s not where her nose should go. So what if she just got her head stuck in something looking for a snack? She still got a snack and she’s got sharp teeth and claws; she’ll be fine.


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Anastashia
Posted: Aug 14 2012, 01:36 PM


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While Gatsby’s morning may have totally been ruined, Anastashia’s was going perfectly so far. She had made it to the local coffee shop early enough to avoid the lines and get her extra large peppermint caramel mocha girly delight with three extra shots. Her shop boy had been on time, and had brought his own breakfast, the Pyokith had behaved themselves long enough for her to get dressed and none of the Pongbats had decided to claim her left shoe as a residence for the day. Her Serpen bonds were getting along famously (if one could call sniping and predicting the death of the other famously) and Mataiyus hadn’t tried to eat a single bonded shiny. Her day got even better when, during a slow spot, she caught a glimpse of Gatsby, looking much better than the last time she had seen him in all his sheetly glory. And would you look at that, he had two lovely fisi tied up to a tree and a basket of something. Maybe she should buy the man some coffee or something. “Watch the shop, I’ll be at the Café if you need anything.” Her shop boy nodded once and kept sweeping the floors.

She took off her bloody apron and gave herself a quick sprits of something that smelled like vanilla. It wouldn’t do to approach such a stylish man smelling like a butcher shop after all. She sidestepped the Fisi and peered into the basket before taking up one of the other chairs. “What does a girl like me have to do to buy you a drink?” Coffee was an option; there was also some good Vodka back at her shop that she could put on ice. The little cheeping chicken babies were almost too cute to chop up and put on sale in her shop. “What kind of chickens are those, anyways, and how much do you want for one?” She needed somebody to go shopping with her brother, so if Gatsby didn’t want to take cash or goods she could always offer up a budget-less shopping trip where he got to play dress up with a tall, dark, and handsome sort of dude. If anybody she knew he would be the only man in the Weyrd who might find that enjoyable.
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Taki-Mora
Posted: Aug 14 2012, 04:18 PM


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Now isn't that a novel idea, selling off one's possessions on the street corner? Well, when those possessions are chickens, it's at least cute. But judging from the squeaky-giddy giggling that was quickly approaching, the sparkly chicks were not the important part of this venture.

My gods, no.

Because amidst all of the cats and lizards and giant birds and dragon-things in this world, what Taki LONGED to see was a puppy. And there they were, two 'puppies' chained to a tree.

"EEEEEEEEE," came the misinformed cry from down the street. Taki was colorful as ever, having found some horribly tacky (...Tacky Taki-who knew?) tie-die t-shirt and a pair of hippy-dippy jeans to run around in today. Although seriously lacking in the tinted glasses department, she did have a boa around her neck. Well, a Serpen. Close enough, right? The morbid reptile had taken a fancy to 'escorting' Taki around town - all along the way reminding the woman that she was soon to be miserable. Doom, DOOM!

Of course, in this instance the Serpen was flapping in the breeze, unable to keep entirely steady on the madwoman's shoulders as she BOUNDED excitedly towards the Fisi. Maddening? Perhaps. But Skillex knew what those hairballs were. How awful they could be. How destructive they tended to act.

Excellent.

Once again, for the billionth time since arriving in Whazzit, Taki was out of breath chasing after something shiny. Or perhaps in this case gritty and gross. "Need... pet... puppies! PUPPIES!" It was hard to tell if she was desperate for pets or for air by her breathing, but Taki insisted on throwing one or two exasperated words at Gatsby. Nevermind that oh-too-well-behaved woman Anastashia was here making coffee talk. Waiting for their conversation to end would require class. It's in short supply with this woman. "How much... for doggy... chained to willow there?"

Oh, and hi, guys. biggrin.gif Let he catch 'er breath. x'D Pleasantries aren't really a strong-suit, are they? On the bright side, look how classy Ana is by comparison! biggrin.gif
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Zeph
Posted: Aug 14 2012, 06:33 PM


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Today was shopping day for Zeph, so he had spent part of the morning wandering around with Lark, buying supplies and the odd treat for his shinies. Caedmon had decided to accompany him, and so the Aluna had remained perched on his head while the Soul Collector went in and out of shops. Things were going reasonably well until he spotted Gatsby. If Zeph could have glared he would have, for the werewolf was the last person he wanted to see. He had heard the rumours of course, that Gatsby had been brought back from the dead. Zeph saw it as just another reason to avoid him, given his own relationship with the dead. Caedmon had no such restrictions on him, however. Letting out and angry squeak as he picked up on his bonded's mood, the Aluna took off from the man's head to go take a closer look.

"Caedmon..." Zeph muttered sourly, having no desire to chase after his bond. But it wouldn't do to leave the Aluna behind, so the skeletal man tied Lark to a nearby hitching post and gave her a pat on the nose before following Caedmon.

The shiny had landed on the table next to the basket, glaring with as much fury as he could muster at Gatsby. This person was upsetting Zeph, and he was going to do everything in his power to let the werewolf know he wasn't pleased by that. So Caedmon fluffed out his wings and growled. He probably looked more cute than intimidating, but at least he was trying.

Zeph lingered nearby, more interested in the basket on the table than in the Fisi Taki was cooing over. Tashia was given a polite nod, but then his attention returned to his Aluna. "It would not be wise to anger a werewolf, Caedmon." he said carefully, getting a irritated chirp in return. So much for his pleasant morning.
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Khryssie
Posted: Aug 14 2012, 10:34 PM


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With increasing amounts of free time on her hands, why wouldn’t Khrys be spending the afternoon in town? Not really looking for anything in particular, the Pernese woman leisurely meandered up and down the streets, poking into shops whenever something in the window caught her eye. But the harshly-critical opinion of one blush-gradient firelizard upon the woman’s shoulder prevented too many hasty purchases; Khrys’ arm was burdened with only a single bag, containing a floppy wide-brimmed straw hat with minuscule metallic threads run through the weaving. Bharie was picky and had good taste with high-standards to match! Khryssie’s bank account was thankful for the Dawn’s accompaniment, certainly.

Khrys came from around the corner, not recognizing Gatsby from the backside. Why would she? But Anastashia was impossible to miss; the two women were close friends, and immediately a slow and seductive smile crept across Khrys’ face. Trouble meet trouble!

“Long time no see,” the purple-haired woman purred while Bharie offered a rumbling croon to match. A brief hint of surprise flickered quickly across Khrys’ fine and porcelain face as she recognized the man in the chair, astonishment barely registering underneath her smooth smile. “Gatsby, same goes for you!”

Insert rather annoying and distracting “CHERP-CHERP” here.

There was no mistaking the skepticism or disdain in Khrys’ expression upon realization Gatsby had brought... things to the café with him. “Powlets, Gatsby? Really?” She would have never pegged Gatsby for the cute-and-fuzzy type. Or the farm animal type. The Fisi were definitely more the werewolf’s style, don’t think that Khrys didn’t notice them chained up over there. Bharie’s warning chirp was merely echoing Khrys’ own sentiment; any four shinies would be hard-pressed to find a willing home here.
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Geoffrey A-13
Posted: Aug 15 2012, 08:38 AM


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When it came to Gatsby's contacts, it's hard to say that Geoffrey was the right contact. He was more like "that contact who always gets contacted because it's sort of obligatory to contact them even though they're not exactly hundred percent the right person for the situation."

Like, he didn't even know what a Powlet was. Well, obviously now he knew it was a thing Gatsby had and didn't want, but other than that.

Unfortunately Geoffrey wasn't feeling quite himself today. In fact, he was sort of almost embarrassedly avoiding going out today, had it not been for the fact that in case anybody was surprised, the Thieves Guild was stormed by a sudden collective gambling addiction now that they had such a convenient means of feeding said addiction. Screw your awkwardness, Geoffrey, here take the slip of paper and just give it to Gatsby and he'll handle it, they even wrote it all down for you. Geoffrey would've been insulted if not for the fact that he really didn't understand what anything on the slip of paper meant.

Who are we kidding, he's totally insulted anyway.

Anyway, that's how a very snappish white and grey wolf with glowing blue eye ended up prowling through the center of town, a piece of paper rolled up and tied around his leg like a blasted messenger pigeon. Okay, so maybe he had a little tiny bit of reason to be insulted. He wasn't entirely alone at least, which as everyone knew was a recipe for disaster — he had a very grumpy looking Daddy Longlegs Psyder with him to handle untying the paper for him, and if you thought a Psyder couldn't look grumpy you obviously have never met Armand. And no, Geoffrey didn't know why one of the Guild couldn't just deliver it themselves; probably just for their own amusement shoving him out the door.

Lurking around, he was close enough of his hearing to catch in a status, and, and he could guess who she was talking to — canine nose, yo. Plus that whole being contacted specifically about this thing. He snorted.

"Grow a d—" his snarky mouth was cut off as he came around the block face-to-face with a pair of chained up Fisi and he immediately crouched and snarled, fur on end. Don't worry, he adored Fisi... So long as they were obedient to their fake Heshima.

Just wait 'til he notices baby dinners are there too.


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Mute
Posted: Aug 16 2012, 02:15 AM


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Sitting quietly on the ground, Mute was busy. He had found a small box amongst some discarded items and worked at opening it. A lock kept it shut, though the container itself had hinges that paint had peeled off of. This was not a valuable. Still, Mr. Quiet poked at the lock, trying to get his nails to work it. What would someone lock into a box, but then simply toss? It could have been nothing but air. Mute did have a good feeling, though. He could imagine what good things a box could hold. What if there was a key inside? A key to this lock even? He would then have a lockand a key. The key could even be to another lock on another box.

All this work was frustrating. This possible key had to come out somehow. Looking around his quiet little alley area, he picked up the worn little box and started to slam it ruthlessly into the ground. Once he beat the poor thing senseless, it was dropped. It was broken at the hinges, and soon, a small key fell out.

He knew it! It was a special key! All he had to do was put it in the lock and-!

-clink-

Once he'd turned it, the key snapped. It was broken. Slightly disheartened by this, Mute put the lock and key down, and stared at them. This wasn't what he had imagined. What would he do now?

Those black ears perked up at the sweet sound of sweet little chirpy things. His tail lifted as he did and started to wag very slowly until he reached a corner and peeked. He knew the shape. Those were little food-birds. They were babies now, but someday they could grow to dinner size. His stomach groaned for the baby food-birds, but he could never afford them. He didn't have money like all the other people in town. He needed a job, but when asking for one, most walked away without a word.

Maybe there was a way around this.

Mute watched long enough for there to be other people around. This didn't look good. Those birds would be gone in no time! Quickly, the lurker took a fine black pen from his belt, and a torn slip of paper from his shirt. He started to scribble something as fast as possible before he placed the pen back into his pocket.

He walked out, tail held up just enough to show he meant business.

Sadly, the confusion distracted him, and the assertion didn't go far. Who were all these people? Why was there a pretty clear symbol of death wandering around town? Who tied up the Fisi? Pretty women? Chicken for sale?

He dropped the note near the table and stood there watching, while his smell hung in the air like a mildewed sock.
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T'Rae
Posted: Aug 16 2012, 11:44 AM


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Tupa darling, you have to leave it alone or it won't stay. Inara nudged the younger Tiger Lily gently, for probably the millionth some odd time since they had left home. Tupa nodded quietly, just a little bit sheepish as she stopped trying to wiggle the braid that Inara had worked into her short little mane somewhere that she could see it. Or more exactly the pretty gold ribbon that had been worked into the braid and hung down nicely against her cheek. She couldn't help it, it was just so strange to have it there when she'd never really been prone to putting anything in her hair before, but Inara had insisted a nice little ribbon would good and took the Tiger Lily shopping. She would have loved to bring Zoe but the woman simply hadn't been interested, she always had put work first but it was no less disappointing to the Freesia.

T'Rae had somehow managed to be even less interested in this little beauty shopping excursion, though picking up a little extra ribbon was requested of them for reasons Inara could only guess at, her guess involved Geoffrey, just for the record. This would look nice on T'Rae wouldn't it? Inara made an attempt to distract the obviously uncomfortable Tiger Lily by drawing her attention back towards the little makeup stand, not that the Freesia had actually managed to get T'Rae to allow her to put any makeup o her, but it wasn't for lack of effort and it didn't dampen Inara's spirit at all. Rouge is derived from talcum, ground and colored hydrate magnesium silicate. It's the softest known mineral, it's only a one on the Mohs hardness scale. Tupa chimed in just a little overly eager to show that she did know what she was talking about, turning her attention back to Inara and the little box of colored powders that she was nosing at. Unfortunately she didn’t quite get the response that she thought she would when Inara chuckled. Yes Tupa, but would it look good on T'Rae? It's so hard to match with that skin tone of hers. Gently Inara put the little box back where it was and picked up the bag of things that she had purchased so far, it didn't include much except for some nice fabric she thought she could work into a shawl and a few things for Birkey. Another time perhaps, we're already going to be late and Raeri has been so snappish. I wish she would allow me to help her in relaxing. The Freesia sighed and shook her head, leading her Tiger Lily companion back outside and down the nice little streets of the weyrd. I could pick her up a few specialty ingredients. She muttered, taking a sharp turn down to...

Well, down to a tightly gathered knit of chaos. That was hardly surprising in the least all things considered, and it didn't stop her at all, ignoring Tupa's hesitation and trotting confidently down the street to see what was going on. A couple of women, Geoffrey, a man she felt she should have recognized but it was hardly at the forefront of her mind, and something that... well Inara wasn't sure but it was certainly something interesting. Oh the kinds of things that you came across when you spent an afternoon in the weyrd, you never could predict. Carefully Inara side stepped the group and offered a polite bow to the people actually occupying the table before making an examination of the baskets contents. What do we have here? She questioned absently, examing the things that appeared to be rather shiny chickens. Powlets, they struggle to survive in the wild because they're not very intelligent. Tupa chimed in with just a little bit of hesitation, the rather large group making her just a little bit nervous. Inara hummed quietly, those feathers would look nice as accents to a few of the shawls and dresses she had, once they grew into them. What does not quite free entail? The Kachir questioned the pair at the table cheerfully, they reminded her of Annetta and she wouldn't be surprised if the little Chickenphette wasn't craving companionship of some kind.

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Gatsby
Posted: Aug 16 2012, 01:17 PM


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Anastashia hadn’t needed to go through the trouble of spritzing herself with a hint of vanilla. Gatsby was probably the only man of such high style calibre in the world, certainly in the weyrd, that didn’t mind the smell of a butcher shop. Of course, it was the decent thing to do and it was probably a little indecent that Gatsby would’ve preferred the smell of flesh and blood. But let’s remember, he was still a dog, designer clothes or not. The sentiment, though, was much appreciated, even if he didn’t look up from his books right away when Anastashia sat down, “I didn’t realize your shop was over this way. I’ll have to stop by sometime.”

Hey, it wasn’t hard for him to figure out who sat down even if he was trying to work out a point spread. He closed the book he had open and set down his pen to look up at Tash and flash her a smile. While Geoffrey’s unfinished answer was probably the truth, Gatsby wasn’t about to go there, “Well, it’s a little early for a Johnnie Walker Blue, neat or not, so if you wanted to get me a coffee-- black, two sugars-- I wouldn’t say no,” he grinned again and let out a little chuckle before getting down to the srs bizniz, “They’re Powlets and, well, make me an offer.”

That’s all he could get out before some huffing and puffing tie-dye eyesore came out of nowhere like a bolt of tacky horrificness and, perhaps as cruel as it was, Gatsby wasn’t about to tell her that Fisi were more likely to rip one of her limbs off than play fetch like a good puppy. Hell, Gatsby himself was more likely to play fetch than a Fisi, but we’re not going to talk about that. It’s a little embarrassing and no one needed to know, really. Besides just look at what that out-of-breath girl was wearing! That was so much more embarrassing, let’s just capitalize on that and forget there was ever even a mention of fetch.

The werewolf gave Taki a long stare, eyebrows raised in disbelief, and started, “They’re n--” He was about to say they weren’t his, because they weren’t. He just sort of found them like that and they were trying to eat his potential Powlet profits. But, Gatsby was... an opportunist, we’ll say. He wasn’t about to turn away the opportunity to make some quick money or whatever it is the girl had as long as she didn’t try to trade in tacky clothing. He gave Taki a dazzling smile that anyone who knew the werewolf better would know was fake, “--not cheap, but I’m feeling generous today. What do you have? I’m sure we can work something out.”

Generous Gatsby. Oh yeah, that was totally right.

If it wasn’t bad enough that he had to look at Taki’s outfit, an oversized gerbil had landed next to his books and was trying to growl at him. Seriously? Gatsby had half a mind to ignore the Aluna entirely, after all Taki was at least interested in redeeming her poor fashion choices by paying him for a Fisi. But, well, the werewolf liked winged rats on the table almost as much as he liked shiny chickens running around his kitchen. He waved a hand at Caedmon in attempts to shoo the pest away, but if he had to push the Aluna off the table he probably wouldn’t hesitate.

Zeph, when the skeletal man had arrived after his shiny, was given a pointed look of get-your-rodent-off-my-table as Gatsby told the pesky thing, “He’s right you know, so I would get off the table.” Thinly veiled threat? Perhaps.

But, he wasn’t allowed to be annoyed for long it seemed. Not when a certain purple haired woman found her way over, “Khryssie,” Gatsby gave her a grin that was much more similar to the one Anastashia had received than Taki. Once again, not that the ordinary bystander would’ve noticed a real difference, “The three of us should go out sometime and catch up,” the werewolf’s smile quickly faded. Apparently he was actually allowed to be annoyed again, “And yes, Powlets. Someone thought it would be funny to let them loose in my kitchen this morning. Rather than strangle them and whoever hatched them in the first place, I figured I could try and turn a profit on them. And those Fisi too, apparently.” Yeah, not the cute-and-fuzzy type. Or the farm animal type.

Speaking of Gatsby’s type, he almost forgot. Meaning, he didn’t actually forget. He just had a lot of distractions suddenly. He leaned slightly to the side so he could peer around the crowd he was gathering, “Geoffrey, leave the Fisi alone. They’re not doing anything to you.” And they weren’t. The darker of the two, the Villain, gave a half-hearted growl back but, chained up and malnourished-weak as they were, neither of them was about to start something with the wolf when the couldn’t finish it. Especially when the sniffy inquisitive one decided he definitely didn’t smell like food. In case you were wondering.

“Come here,” that totally wasn’t a demand and there totally wasn’t any motive hiding behind it, nope. That’s totally not why, “Before you get into any trouble,” was added as a second thought.

Not that Gatsby could really say anything about getting into trouble considering he was usually the one trouble followed around like a lost puppy. Case and point the sudden look on his face as though he’d just gotten a whiff of spoilt milk or something equally as foul and awful smelling. The only culprit could possibly the new worse dressed attendant who was coming over a dropping a scrap of paper on the table. Gatsby glared daggers at Mute as much as he could while trying to fight the urge to literally gag. Now was one of those times the werewolf wished his sense of smell wasn’t so canine.

“You. Downwind. Now,” he snarled as he not-so-subtly covered his nose, “I don’t care if you have communicate by throwing paper planes over here. Just go,” sorry Mute. You just picked the worst possible person in the weyrd to get anywhere near while smelling like a mildewed sock. Gatsby picked up the note to read like it was infected by some kind of disease that he was actually susceptible to, muttering something to himself that sounded an awful lot like, “F-ck, have you ever heard of a shower?”

Luckily, Gatsby was blissfully unaware of who the approaching Kachir belonged to. Otherwise, he’d probably whine about whether or not things could get any worse. And he’d probably make a lipstick on a pig comment or two had he known what the pair had been up to before they managed to find their way over here. But seeing as he knew neither thing, there was no reason for him to do either of those things. In fact, he was relieved to see the Kachir in a way. They weren’t unkempt and repugnant and he didn’t have to tell them what a Powlet was. See, totally relief-worthy.

“It entails,” he echoed the way the Freesia had formed her question, “That I get something in return for one of them. I’m not looking for a specific amount of money, per say. Just something that tickles my fancy. Not that money doesn’t tickle my fancy, of course,” he was loud enough that everyone should’ve been able to hear him, even if they were downwind. And they better have. He wasn’t going over it again, dammit!

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ooc| whoops, that post got away from me. |D but uh, yeah! the premise is pretty simple. make some offers, or don't make offers. maybe you want to try and bribe the fisi into bonding you or eat the powlets as a snack. it's up to you! WHO KNOWS WHAT CAN HAPPEN~


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Geoffrey A-13
Posted: Aug 16 2012, 02:42 PM


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Mute was lucky. Between two Fisi and a bad attitude, Geoffrey didn't assume to attach the horrific tracking to the... thing. Whatever he was. So many pseudo-canines running around Planet. It really irked him that he'd become one himself. Seriously. He liked being unique, what was unique about a banal flippin' dog.

In other words, Geoffrey was doing nothing remotely like leaving the Fisi alone. He didn't care if they were to anything to him, the cyborg wolf was going to do something to them. Was, until he realized they were boring as sin. Calming down, though a tiny rumble was still irritating his throat, Geoffrey circled around them with a tail that was nothing short of obnoxiously dominant. Yeah, he might be a sub, but he wasn't your sub, easy breezy unbeautiful clevergirls.

Of course, he didn't miss a chance to bare his teeth slightly at Gatsby either. He wasn't coming because he was good dog and wanted a cookie. He was coming because that Psyder still using him for a mount was clicking seriously and wanted him to hurry up with the betting thing. Armand barely waited for Geoffrey to finish trotting over before dangling down and him doing the knot around the paper from the Guild, instantly hopping onto a table leg and scurrying up to deposit in front of Gatsby. You had chickens that's nice they wanted to make some money let's focus on priorities birdbrain.

Geoffrey had more or less overheard that those things on the table were indeed a Powlet things. Lots of things today. So many things. Unfortunately, he kept getting distracted from wanting to actually do anything with them. Much like the Phoenix chicks at the event where the PIF-ical fires had turned him into a wereborg start with, he reared back to prop himself on the table and get a look at them, paw batting out at the chicks before plopping one on top of head of whichever was nearest. Teehee tiny wiggly things what make noise. He shot a look at Gatsby. "What do you want?" Now gee, why would he ever sound suspicious of Gatsby's motives of all people.


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Taki-Mora
Posted: Aug 16 2012, 03:48 PM


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Am I crazy, or did Geoffrey just come up all doggy-fied? AAHAHAHAH! Oh. OH this is good. Because he just became a much healthier-looking puppy. And well mannered-not to mention already named. Coming up with names was such a chore when you had to do it on the spot. Taki much preferred to name things after she'd known them for a while. But my my, wasn't this little stand getting busy? People-like things were gathering ever so quickly, presumably after whatever Gatsby had in the basket. Might've been some designer-bred chihuahua-poodle cross or some crazy thing like that.

Pfft. A real dog doesn't fit in the palm of your hand. Failpuppies. No, Taki was very much engrossed in the smelly ragdoll-esqe Fisi chained to the tree. Well, them and Geoffrey, who had the misfortune of walking up on four legs. "Ohmygosh, this one looks so strong and scary!" Taki squealed as Geoffrey growled at the two hyenas. "Well, I dunno. This one has a much neater color than white..." Oh, the thought processes were scattered and bordering on ridiculous. But one must assume that Gatsby did, in fact, own all the animals in the area. And that they were all for sale.

Why are you debating one which one to buy, you don't have any cassssshh. Pointless. Ah, but no sooner had the snarky Serpen hissed this had Mute arrived, bringing with him an odor that could match a female Fisi in heat. So, slightly worse that the puppies tethered to the tree - for the moment. Mmmm, moldy. Not that Taki flinched at the smell-she'd recently discovered things in her happy little cave that smelled far-FAR worse. Like those eggs she'd -found- and appropriated for dinner which subsequently started rotting. Then cracked open during some late-night shuffling.

Oh, it made the place almost uninhabitable. Thankfully, she had some rather impressive air fresheners to compensate. Judging by Gatsby's reaction to smells, he'd probably appreciate the hell out of a pair. One for each nostril, right? And he did ask for an offer. Taki was more than happy to oblige, especially with the crowd forming. She wanted nothing more than to A) get a puppy and B) run away from the gaggle of Whazzitians crowding the booth. Of course, she did have... two fresheners. Certainly better than the ball of lint in her other pocket and the stick of jerky (Ahaha, it makes a re-re-appearance! How OLD is that thing? D: ) in her sock. Yup, sock.

"Alright, quick offer! I have pre-strung air-cleansing scent emitters! (Oh yeah, talking it up. Whoo! \o/ ) " Taki held up one of the glorious tree-shaped adornments. "Sometimes life stinks, and these are here to help you forget about that fact! Once removed from the plastic, you're guaranteed to be free of stink for hours!" Oh yeah, she was slick. Taki's voice in every way emulating one of those annoying infomercials - just short of the 'are you following me, cameraguy?'

She snuck behind the booth wrapping an arm around Gatsby's head (ohboy. Again. XD) just to make sure he grasped the full glory of the cinnamon-scented tree. "But I can double the offer. That's right, not one-but two of them to ward away odor. You know, if I can have the white one as well." She smiled, sincerely at least, backing away to point out which of the two puppies she wanted. Oh yes, the Real Villain and Geoffrey would be a fine pair. "The white one is a terribly boring color, but I'mma breed 'im with the pretty red one and make pretty puppies! <3 Nice teeth, nice color, glowy.. eyes? Oh, wouldn't it be neat?" She didn't seem to notice that nobody cared about her crazy little ideas.

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"This one looks like he's got fleas..." she muttered, inspecting the grumpy Psyder. "Might need to shave him. :\ "

I sense doom in your very near future. A guard-dog won't be able to save you. Glorious.

And then Geoffrey posted, making this a bit awkward. X'D

"OHGODITTALKED!" Taki squealed, somewhat wary of the witchcraft that must be going on. Eeevil dog would also need a muzzle! D:
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Anastashia
Posted: Aug 16 2012, 05:42 PM


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Tash’s lip curled a bit at Geoffrey’s half-answer. She was perfectly happy without one, thankyouverymuch. The cyborg really needed to learn when somebody was legitimately flirting and being polite. Since Gatsby was being polite enough to ignore the comment too she would refrain from informing him that yes, she was already well aware of the werewolf’s proclivities and if one disregarded that, there was still only one person in the entire group she would willingly sleep with. For the time being she decided to ignore him, and Taki altogether. Demented women that had no social graces or style didn’t deserve to be let on to the fact that breeding Geoffrey with Fisi wasn’t a good idea—hilarious, but not feasible and probably not good for the general Weyrd populace. She returned Gatsby’s smile with one of her own and waved a waiter over. “If I’m not there when you do, just tell my shop boy that you’re a friend. He’ll know what to do.” He had already been trained to give anyone who was relatively attractive a good discount.

She handed the waiter the correct amount of coins and ordered two black coffees with sugar before positively grinning up at Khrys and echoing her purr. “Yes, it’s been far too long.” She gently patted one of her thighs in an invitation for her friend to take a seat, mostly out of a desire to not-so-discretely play with her hair and maybe nibble on an ear or two. She wiggled her fingers at Bharie, making a note to nab some little meat-treats for the Dawn. “Powlets, hmmmm. They’re kind of cute.” The fuzzy one was absolutely adorable, but the pretty gold and bronzed one seemed like he would be more interesting. The Fisi might be interesting too, mostly because she liked anything that had the potential to mess with Geoffrey’s day. “I’ll give you twenty gold coins for the fluffy one, or the opportunity to dress a man who has less taste than Geoffrey, but is more open to suggestion and follows orders well.” Did she have to mention there was no budget and Gatsby could just melt in metrosexual shopping trip heaven? “He’s taller and with a more interesting temperament too.” This would really be a win-win for both of them. Here she was, willing to take one of the chickens and potentially a Fisi off his hands, and give him something to do with his spare time that would likely prove entertaining.

This place was getting entirely too crowded for her to really enjoy the two coffees that the Café waiter had just placed on the table. She gave Zeph a little finger wave, if nothing else he was polite company and she couldn’t say she minded his presence. His little rat thing was entertaining in its own way. “Name the date and time.” The sudden smell that assaulted them all had a disgusted look crossing her face. The thing man that had approached with it looked nice enough. In fact, he looked like a perfectly malleable friend to have. “Come with me, I’ll show you a nice table to write your notes on.” This table would conveniently be downwind until she could nicely maneuver the non speaking humanoid into a bath tub and scrub him down. She would be making Daesse so proud. She wasn’t being unnecessarily cruel to him even though she agreed whole heartedly with Gatsby’s snarling. She stood and guided him to a table that was far enough away that his particular odor wouldn’t be offending anyone and he was still in rage to send paper airplane notes. “If the planes don’t work just wave around and I’ll come pick your notes up.” Kill them with kindness. He’d be a perfect minion once he was cleaned up a little bit.

When she got back she looped an arm around Khrys’s waist and smiled at her. “So, now that you’re gracing those of us in town with your presence I’m assuming the summer harvest is winding to a close. All went well?” Of course this was code for ‘when are you going to come over so that we can properly celebrate? And what type of fancy summer booze did you make?’
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Zeph
Posted: Aug 16 2012, 06:30 PM


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Zeph groaned inwardly as Geoffrey showed up. Yes, he may have been in wolf-form, but his soul remained the same, so Zeph identified him easily. Wonderful, his least two favourite people were within ten feet of him, and there was nothing he could do about it. At least he knew what the cheeping chicks were now, thanks to Khryssie. Powlets. He liked Powlets, having played with and chased them during his stay at Umber's. So if Gatsby was selling, then he was certainly interested in buying. But he had another issue to deal with first.

"Caedmon, come here," the Soul Collector ordered gently, trying to mentally urge his bond back to him. Caedmon bared his fangs and growled louder at Gatsby for trying to shoo him away, clearly not about to follow either man's orders. Zeph sighed, looking around at everyone else while he tried to gather his thoughts. Aside from T'Rae and those mentioned previously, he didn't really know anyone else present. Yes, some were familiar to him by virtue of living in the village, but he wasn't on talking terms with them.

Right then. Deal with Caedmon. Since the Aluna was making no attempt to leave Gatsby alone, Zeph marched over and plucked his shiny off the table, getting an angry glare and a squeak from Caedmon as a result. "No, I shall not let you go, so please behave," he told the Aluna sternly. Ignoring the low growl that came after, the Soul Collector leaned over to have a closer look at the Powlet chicks while doing his best to stay as far away from both Gatsby and Geoffry as possible. He would tolerate them both for the sake of possibly getting a Powlet, that was all.

The gold one looked pretty, but he was more drawn towards the the fluffy one. But what could he offer? He had money of course, but he wanted to be more creative. "Do you have any use for a bottled soul or two? Non-human of course." There were plenty of wild animals in the jungle he could extract souls from, and by some simple magic he possessed contain said souls in bottles. Or jars. Or whatever kind of container one wished to have a soul in. "Otherwise...twenty-five gold coins for the fluffy one." Let the bidding wars begin.
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Khryssie
Posted: Aug 16 2012, 09:45 PM


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It was really difficult to flirt with pretty friends when the air hung thick with the overwhelming, rancid stench of rotten laundry. Khryssie’s nose wrinkled with disgust faster than a hungry Fisi after a fat Powlet. Thankfully there was quickly the distracting scent of strong coffee to mask that of mildewed sock, and Tash seemed to know precisely when to slip a supporting, steady arm around Khrys’ slender waist.

“Faranth,” Khrys cursed and didn’t bother to hide the heavily-critical and disapproving glare directed at the offending smelly person. The purple-haired woman leaned into her dark-haired friend, moreso because she just liked touching pretty girls than she actually needed the support. With a deadly-serious expression, Khrys turned her attention from Mute to her favorite werewolf. “I will give you a bottle of my newest, not-yet-on-the-market, peach moscato to hose it down,” insert head jerk towards the aforementioned stinky-Mute, “and another one for the pretty boyo there.”

Effectively killing two birds with one stone Khryssie both answered Tash and made her offer on the showier of the two Powlets that Gatsby wanted to get rid of. Khrys did live on a farm, after all, and animals of that sort were always useful. But her lady friend’s inquiry certainly begged more than just a half-assed response, so the firelizard-bedecked woman went on.

“Harvest is just about done for the summer, just a few small things to wrap up. It was a good summer,” the Pernese woman remarked with a slow nod, “and a good crop. I’ve been toying with my wines mostly, a few fruit-infused vodkas took up a couple weeks last month but those are just about gone now. You guys ought to come by one night, there are a couple batches I kept for myself!” Khrys couldn’t help but chuckle and lurch forward to slap her knee with amusement, in the process startling Bharie. The Dawn was none too hesitant to share her displeasure, chittering indignantly and switching to a more stable perch- Anastashia, you don’t mind do you? Good, because Bharie doesn’t, either. The young queen made herself right at home on Tash’s shoulder, pale peach-pink head glaring at Khrys from beneath Tash’s dark hair.

“Well, fine then.”
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T'Rae
Posted: Aug 17 2012, 03:21 PM


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Inara nodded along quietly, ignoring the general reaction to the scent and just letting Anastashia take care of it, as much as she would have liked to do something for the poor thing she simply didn't have the tools with her at the moment. There had to be a division between business and pleasure, and Inara had set very quickly settled into a business mind frame. Her thoughts narrowed in on the Powlets and making a quick examination of the pair of them, scrawny little baby things but they would grow up just fine. Suddenly she was quite pleased that she had brought Tupa along. What can you tell me dear? She whispered quietly to her Tiger Lily companion, stepping aside to let her come up and make her own examination of them. She knew a great deal, but very little of it was about farm animals, there was no doubt Tupa's knowledge was vastly superior in that regard.

The Tiger Lily, who had let her attention drift somewhat, snapped back when Inara asked about her thoughts. Eagerly she stepped in to fill the spice, eyes wide and curious as she poked her nose probably just a little to near to the basket in her examination of them. Powlets, not very old, that one's going to be puffy see how he's not as sleek there I'd bet he won't grow out of it. Their Halivre, little males, not the smallest but they won't get very big. I've been studying, see that one he's likely going to be more confident. Tupa answered quickly, though her gestures were somewhat vague, when she did step back with a little bit of a sheepish look her face to let Inara see them. That one's probably more what you want. Inara nodded with a far more confident smile, Thank you Tupa. She made another quick examination of the chicks herself before addressing Gatsby.

Several yards of fine silk and a handful of gold charms that would sell for a high price for that one. She indicated the I Am Not A Chicken Halivre, if he didn't have a use for them of course, but Inara had bought them together with the intent of using them together, and if she was going to be giving up one then she might as well give up the pair.


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Mute
Posted: Aug 18 2012, 02:19 AM


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The light, happy, and moderately confused tail wag ended abruptly. The sound of a click resembled that of large angry teeth. The tail went straight, though a fight wasn't what he needed. His claws gripped at one end of his scarf to remind him. His clicking came back, however. He needed to do something, and grinding his teeth wasn't helping at all! Calm, calm, as caaaalmly as possible. That ear twitch wasn't good. Stomach rumbling, he reminded himself that he didn't need to be senselessly bothered over something so sma-

Who? What? Mute?

He looked puzzled in the eyes, but they reached down to Anastashia. A certain "Hellooo!" reached out of his face, still with no words, but a pretty someone had started talking. To him! He perked up again, watching her, listening, and happily being led along to a table. Notes? He could write notes. Even though she was taking him away from the rest of the people, it was kindness that Mute attached to. Left alone, he took out another little piece of paper, and started to scribble out the details of the kind lady's face. Beside it, he drew a simple happy face and folding it, he put it into the pocket, before getting a few extra papers.

He had Gatsby in mind with this next one. He sketched a little, here and there, and finished with a happy face on it, too. It was the happy face of a fisi gnawing on some Gatsby face. If it weren't covered, his grin would be obvious. Mute looked around him to find a tiny pebble. Once he had it in the note, he wadded it up and threw it at the werewolf. He would show him! Maybe. If he read it. Even if not, most of his bundled frustration left. He still didn't know what Gatsby said last. It irked him slightly, but it was nothing huge.

Next thing, he was tapping the table with a relaxed claw, pretending nothing was going on. He didn't mind if this drawing offended anyone. He was sure that he had a friend now. He reached up to scratch an itch under his scarf, letting a wave of fresh rot attack noses like it wasn't even there before. Mute didn't even notice the scent. He was quite used to it.
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After that, he wrote something down. He simply wrote, "I have a friend." He threw that note, too. This one had bad aim. He didn't know where it would go. Whoops?

It couldn't be Mute. He was too busy looking THAT way, toward the sky and off to the side.
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Gatsby
Posted: Aug 20 2012, 02:58 PM


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Oh thank god he didn’t have to repeat himself. Now they could finally get down to srsbizniz and bidding wars and all kinds of INTENSE BARTERING ACTION, as evidenced by the way he flipped to a clean page in one of his ledgers while taking a sip from the coffee Tash had ordered him. Wouldn’t want to forget an offer. Or which Powlet chick people were actually making an offer on. That would just be unprofessional and embarrassing. Normally, Gatsby would’ve just trusted his innate awesomeness to remember everything perfectly but he was a mite mentally distracted by having to fight the urge to show Geoffrey whose tail should really be that obnoxiously dominant.

Anastashia’s offer didn’t really help Gatsby make his dog brain go away and neither was her coffee. He had to have some serious inner turmoil going on to not make a snide comment about the implication that Geoffrey didn’t follow orders, after all. But all the same, the werewolf still wrote her offer down in his neat hand, “What would I be dressing him for?” Because yes, that totally made a difference.

There were certain things about Zeph’s offer that would make a difference, too. And now that he wrangled that pesky Aluna, Gatsby didn’t have to give him any more dirty looks. Instead, he briefly glanced up at the soul collector with a brow raised as he took down ‘bottle soul’ on his ledger, “What exactly can one do with a bottled soul?” Souls were far more interesting than coins. He had plenty of coins and was already looking to make more of those what with the note the Psyder had dropped on the table with he was questioning Zeph. The werewolf looked back down at his books, lifting the Powlet bids ledger away to scribble down some words and numbers here and there, “And what kind of souls are we talking about?”

The next two offers weren’t as creative, but Gatsby had no problem with good wine or good silk, especially if said silk could be used to make ties. That was really the only time he ever wore silk, but the Kachir did have a point. He could resell any goods that he got in exchange for the birds. To Khryssie, he only had one question, “How sweet is it? I usually like my wine on the drier side,” and to Inara, “What does the silk look like?”

He didn’t really have a chance to say much of anything else. He couldn’t even fully get out the, “Paws off the table,” and subsequent teehee that came from swatting Geoffrey on the nose, let alone actually answer the wereborg’s question or thank Tash for taking the stinky stranger away. Why? Well, because Taki had made up her mind about the Fisi and she was talking fast.

And suddenly he was in a headlock. A muscle in Gatsby’s cheek twitched. He was more annoyed that the little I Am Not A Chicken Halivre that was pecking ferociously at the paw on top of his head. If it made her let go of his head and stop messing up his hair (he almost bite her arm for that-- do not touch his hair), the werewolf would’ve taken the air fresheners for one of the Fisi in a heartbeat. But then Taki had to go and make things awkward. Really awkward. So awkward that Gatsby didn’t even say anything right away. He just sat there and tried to count down from ten in his head. It wasn’t working.

“Geoffrey’s. Not. For. Sale,” if you thought he was being snarly with Mute, well, you just didn’t know how snarly he could get. So snarly that, yup, his mouth was now filled with sharp, pointy teeth. And it didn’t really look like his mouth anymore. No, it was more of a snout. He had shoved back in his chair when Taki had let him go and accidentally sort of let himself go through that awfully uncomfortable man to wolf transformation process. How’s this for a real dog, Taki? The werewolf’s lips were pulled tight, away from his teeth. His hackles were raised and the way he was looking at the girl with the cinnamon trees was nothing short of I-am-going-to-rip-your-face-off. Doom was right.

“You are not going to shave him. And you certainly aren’t going to breed him to some filthy, demented hyena,” snarly snarl growly growl, “Take the red one, but that’s it.” Bond! The Real Villains Wear Mustaches Erevu to Taki.

Another snarl for good measure and the grey wolf planted his forepaws on the table, ignoring his own ‘rules’ so he could read over what he’d written on his ledger. He still sounded a little growly when he asked everyone to totally ignore what had just happened, though he conveniently phrased it as, “Now where were we?” But, he could’ve been a little on edge still because someone threw a pebble at him. Maybe. Mostly he was still stuck on Taki’s appalling ideas.

ooc| Urgh this weekend was just a maelstrom of ridiculousness in the worst ways. Also, bear with the timeline I made? My brain was starting to hurt trying to figure out ALL THE THINGS HAPPENING AT ONCE. |D But, yeah. Last post and the rest of the bonds will be as late as I can make it without missing tomorrow’s deadline. So get ze posts in as soon as you can, even if they’re just leetle! c:


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Khryssie
Posted: Aug 20 2012, 03:22 PM


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Khrys looked absently at her nails as a million things seemed to happen at once. Her eyes went wide suddenly; had she heard that right? Oh, yes. YES. Pricelessly hilarious! A quiet snicker bubbled up at the mention of Geoffrey breeding with one of the Fisi. Geoffrey and Gatsby could do whatever floated their respective boats, Khrys wasn't going to stop them! But at the flip of an invisible switch, she was back to business.

"Its not a typical Moscato," Khrys admitted hesitantly. "It has more of a hint at sweetness, and just the barest taste of peach. But, its still not as dry as a Sauvignon Blanc. I'm quite proud of myself, actually, for making such a perfect hybrid of the two!" Could anyone else see Khryssie patting herself on the back? Well, she was. While simultaneously tooting her own personal horn AND eating her cake.

[ ooc: I'm about to leave for work, then I'm taking my written test for my EMT certification tomorrow morning aaand then working all night so now is the only chance I have to post. <3 Sorry I couldn't wait for anyone Khrys had intereacted with! ]
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Zeph
Posted: Aug 20 2012, 05:40 PM


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Caedmon was still giving Gatsby the Aluna version of an evil glare, but he had finally stopped squirming in Zeph's arms. The Soul Collector was pleased that his offer was being taken seriously, even if it was a bit odd. "Well, I know souls can be used in several different types of magic, although the results are not always pretty. Souls are also useful in alchemy, if one cares to disregard certain rules regarding bringing back the dead." Not that such a thing would be of any concern of Gatsby's - after all, he had already come back from the afterlife, as loathe as Zeph was to admit that. But he kept his opinions to himself and instead kept his gaze fixed on the werewolf. "Otherwise, I suppose one could use bottled souls for lamps, since they do give off a good amount of light." Don't ask how Zeph knew this, he just did.

"Animal souls only. Regular animals, that is," the man clarified, stroking Caedmon's head gently in an effort to calm his bond down. There was no chance of him bottling any humanoid's soul, and he didn't wish to cause harm to a wild shiny if he could help it. Aside from his unique talent and money, he didn't really have anything else to offer aside from a ridiculous amount of books. But he doubted the werewolf was a hardcore reader like himself.
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Geoffrey A-13
Posted: Aug 21 2012, 04:17 PM


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Geoffrey froze in place; every muscle locked up like he was having a seizure, mouth gaped open, pupils shrunk so small it was amazing they hadn't disappeared completely; at the offending moment that he realized Taki was talking about him. Not even being swatted on the nose or pecked on the paw could snap him out of it for the moment.

Also, a side note since Geoffrey couldn't say it himself – Geoffrey followed orders very well. They just have to come from the right people at the right time. Eyebrow waggle. But no seriously he is a military man. Open to suggestions though, or taste in fashion, well you got 'im there. Did Geoffrey even have taste in fashion? We are pretty sure his fashion tongue had been cut out. Or some weird analogy like that.

What finally had him clamped his jaws shut and huff out what was essentially a muffled roar was rocked knocking him inside of his head. Shit, the rocks were hitting him now! Soviet whers, where are you D< unfortunately, no, there were no Watch-Whers around. Just a Mute. A mute Mute, in fact. He dropped from the table to snort at the piece of paper up close, something he regretted after the rubbed off grime caused him to sneeze compulsively.

Yeah, you left kind of a lot of evidence, boyo. Especially to a sniffer. A growl bubbled in his throat as he returned his attention to the table. Another delusional swine. At least he could be comforted by the fact that whoever it was, that friend sure as shooting wasn't him. And Geoffrey was a very fine shot indeed.

Still growling, he swung his head around to pierce everybody else with his murderous glare before Taki herself. "Get out," he barked, and it really was mostly bark, the spoken words mangled by the echoing sound, "Beforrre..." Yeah, screw talking, he wasn't going to get anything coherent out. Clicking his teeth shut in a warning bite, Geoffrey shoved his head against Gatsby with a final tiny angry wurf. PET HIM. PET HIM BEFORE HE KILLS SOMETHING >[ ... His gaze suddenly opened and flicked to Zeph. Oh. That was interesting.

"I wrrnt one," he muttered, like hey why was no one offering him a soul lamp? He wants a soul lamp Gatsby, get him one of those instead. "And the other Er'vu." Does anybody need to know why Geoffrey wants a Fisi? No, probably not. It's pretty obvious why he likes them. They're good for attacking people. Guess who he wants to attack~ But no really, he want s a soul lamp. It could light up his Wherject collection room.

Armand, the unhappy Daddy Long-Legs that he was, clicked angrily at Gatsby. Yeah yeah, have your fit later boss, he had a piece of paper to show to you right now. See those bets? He pointed a leg at the notatchicken chick Geoffrey had been harassing earlier. The Guild would like a golden chicken. They'll give you all their winnin's for it. Plus, the reassurance of knowing the Guild is happy to work with you. Thieves of all breeds, so long as they were prettyshinies after shiny pretties. Whatcher say?


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Mute
Posted: Aug 21 2012, 06:21 PM


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He didn't want to fight anyone, but it was headed in that direction.There was no question about it. Mute was annoyed. He didn't like being looked over, and hated being unable to respond exactly how he wanted to. After minutes of waiting, he started to write. He decided that it was time, to WRITE ANGRY. His pen dared to scratch the fresh, but not fresh page. Words had to be made into weapons. What did Mute write? He wrote this:

Dear SIR,

I find you to be amongst the more intolerable. You seem to have a serious lack of restraint or consideration in yourself. There is so much of one that you are willing to speak callously to those who would be potential consumers. I dislike your personality. I dislike your anger. Now you have shown us all your true face, and it would be best for all if we didn't have to suffer it again.

Very Sincerely,
The Mute


That wasn't as harsh as it could have been, but the agitation in the dog/man/guy was calming down. With quick hands, he folded the paper, here and there before he set it down to simply stare at for a minute. It was one of the more even pieces of paper he had. A claw reached to scratch behind his dark ear, but then it was back to the business of sending his little hate-note. It was easy, throw and forget. The little letter was soon making its way over to its intended reader. This would be good. Mute was sure he could reason with Gatsby now.

An itch began to bug him. He sat waiting, but shook. The itch didn't go. He tried to lean back in the chair. It itched even more. He gave up and started to reach for it with his hand, but no matter what position, he couldn't quite get it. That wasn't good. The itch had become too much. It felt like someone was gently poking at him with a slightly dull needle. Mute suddenly dropped from his chair and started to scratch like nothing else...with his foot. He stood up immediately after, satisfied.

Acting like that didn't just happen, he felt the urge to move. No one could make him stay in that one spot. He walked at the edge of the group, until he could afford the sight of a chained Erevu. He sat nearby. It wasn't directly beside, because there were people and things. They weren't entirely kind, save for one, and he had already sketched her on paper just in case he forgot. His appetite faded, not completely gone. A new problem rose from his scarf. Scratching his neck earlier allowed the stench of the festering wound to slap at the air with a little breeze that felt the need to propel the smell. The ridiculous stink that came before was now something that one would describe as "decay with a side of boots left in the rain, served with curdled milk." Surely this smell would be recognized by Geoffrey, or as Mute thought of him, another strange canine with an attitude problem. He didn't know that he had done him any harm. Even so, the pure wretched odor seemed enough to deter enemies. Not that Mute would realize it.
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Gatsby
Posted: Aug 21 2012, 10:57 PM


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For the record, it was really hard to pick up a pen and take notes when you no longer had thumbs. Gatsby growled to himself (at himself?) quietly as his looked from what he’d already written on the ledger to the basket holding the two chicks and the people who’d made offers on them. After Taki’s appalling idea, the werewolf just wanted this little business endeavor over and done with as fast as possible. It didn’t help that there was a Geoffrey face against him, either.

The fate of the fluffy chick was easy to decide after Zeph explained his offer. Not that Gatsby had much interest in magic or bringing back the dead, the opposite in fact. He would’ve felt guilty taking Anastashia’s offer to dress another man, especially in front of Geoffrey while Geoffrey seemed to really want those souls and dammit! Gatsby knows how to treat his man right! >[ “Bottled souls for the fluffy one it is, then,” the werewolf jerked his nose towards the Soul Collector. Give those to him promptly now and keep that fluffy terrorist out of his sight. It fit perfectly with your other fluffy terrorist. Though, for the record, he would’ve been sold on those books. If he didn’t have them. Massive personal library, yo. Bond! The S@#%! The Sky Is Falling Halivre to Zeph.

The other chick he needed more time to decide on. Neither wines nor silk was particularly swaying him, and honestly neither was the gambled money that the grumpy Psyder just offered. Gatsby dropped from the table to nip at Geoffrey’s ears; sorry he couldn’t pet you earlier but lets play now. And look he just got you those soul lamps you wanted. He would’ve given the cyborg turned wolf a good, suggestive eyebrow raise if he could’ve, too. But he couldn’t, instead asking, “What will you give me for the Erevu?” Bond! The I Mustache You A Question Erevu to Geoffrey.

But oh yeah, that other Powlet. There were two of them. Gatsby looked back up to the bidders, electing not to mess with the folded note that had landed among his things, “If you also help me gather my books and ledgers seeing as I lack thumbs, I’ll take the wine for it.” Bond! The I Am Not A Chicken Halivre to Khryssie.

And that was how the bidding was closed.

ooc| That was so hard to decide, guys. You don't even know. LITERALLY DOWN TO THE WIRE TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT. But even with that headache, I had fun and I hope you did, too. <333


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Geoffrey A-13
Posted: Aug 22 2012, 10:05 AM


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Geoffrey's tale drooped and wagged a little bit. The better be for him. You had to at least share your souls. That would just be mean to buy them and keys him with them. Was also the only way he was going to accept any kind of apology for hitting him on the nose. Not that anybody expected one was forthcoming, but still. Gatsby it looked like he was enjoying himself entirely too much when he was swatting Geoffrey with rolled up paper. What did he look like to you, a dog?

O right. Carry on.

Armand grumbled away to himself, leaving the note for Khryssie to collect with everything else. Well, at least the Guild might get their own money made. The daddy longlegs jumped down to hitch a ride on Geoffrey's back while Geoffrey himself pulled a face at Gatsby. The last thing he wanted to think about right now was anything remotely suggestive after that breeding suggestion. Yeah. No. Ultimate buzz kill. "I'll bite rrrrrr ear'ff," he growled. Hey, with them that was a pretty legit offer. Missing years or not, however, Geoffrey was definitely good for a rough play session right now. After they stole the Erevu free for him, of course. Now was obviously not naming time, but later the curiously marked and markedly curious Fisi would be named Schnüffeln.

ooc| Snuffles is the ebstest Fisi name ever, clearly |D <3


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Khryssie
Posted: Aug 22 2012, 08:08 PM


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"Deal!"

As if the deal hadn't already been sealed, Khrys verbally accepted Gatsby's counter proposal and almost immediately set upon collecting the werewolf's things from the table. It took some coaxing, but Bharie returned to Khrys' shoulder and settled herself in. Once Gatsby's things were returned to where they belonged, and the bottle of wine left neatly in the kitchen waiting to be drunk, Khrys finally returned home. With her new Powlet.

The Halivre found himself right at home in the barn with all the other livestock-y type Shinies; quite honestly, he rather took over the place. Or at least one empty stall. Khrys had a sneaking suspicion that the Powlet was more brawn than brains; would he even respond to his given name? Doubtful that she'd ever actually use it, the Halivre's official name became Albert.
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