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Post by jaylin on Sept 28, 2009 21:18:30 GMT -7
Time: 23:00 PM
Date: March 12th, Wednesday, Week Two
Place: Troll Market
Status: Open
As soon as they reached the market, Jaylin changed, shedding his clothes as his form shifted into his semi-serpentine form. He kept his jewelry on, it would be a convenient way to carry it around and it would give him something to barter should the need arise. Then he pulled his wallet out of his pocket to carry with him, but hesitated, glancing down his body and tail as if though he expected a pocket to spring up out of nowhere. Where was he going to put his wallet? Or clothes, for that matter? He may not need them at the moment, but he couldn’t exactly go around New York like this.
He’d just carry them, he decided, not really wanting to hand his wallet over to a couple of strangers. Granted, they were helping him out, but simply showing him the market was not enough for him to assume that they wouldn’t spend his money if he gave it to them to hold. Next time, he thought, he’d bring a bag to put his stuff in. For the time being, Jaylin merely wadded his clothes up and carried them, along with his wallet, as he slithered into the market, gazing at the contents of various booths and creatures who worked or shopped at them.
Then he saw something small scurry into a small opening under one of the carts. Letting his tongue turn into a snake’s tongue, Jaylin flicked it out as he bent down, tasting…something strange. Tasting many something stranges, as the whole place was full of things he’d never seen nor tasted nor smelled before. Letting his tongue return to human shape, Jaylin asked his companions, “What was that?”
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Post by sven on Oct 1, 2009 12:33:45 GMT -7
Since entering the Market, Sven had been busy keeping watch for two things: Ingegerd and the angry troll from last time. So far, there had been no sight of the troll. He was also satisfied to find that when in the company of Jaylin, he didn't have to the suffer the usual not-so-accidental pushes of hard, and sometimes literally bony shoulders when going through the crowd.
As for Ingegerd, she was walking with her eyes straight forward, her movements mechanical like a robot's. It worried Sven. He if anyone knew that his daughter had the expression capacity of a rock at best, but you really would expect some kind of reaction from someone who'd just been propositioned by a drunk gnome. When Jaylin asked his question, Sven was actually grateful for the distraction from his worries.
"Oh, that's a Bogart. Nasty little bastards. Real gossipy too." Actually, it was a good thing it had run by. Soon word would be all over the Market that Sven Gunnarsson was here in the company of a na... naha, naga? Whatever. A big snake guy who anyone with half a mind would think twice before messing with. Or his company.
"So, see anything you like? I know a tavern nearby if you want anything to eat." He decided that however it ended between Ingegerd and Jaylin, he'd keep friends with the kid. Both for the elevation from his previous status as "something that I can eat or abuse when there's nothing better around" and that it actually felt good to act as Jaylin's introducer to the magical world. He'd never really had anyone pay attention to anything he'd have to say before.
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Post by ingegerd on Oct 1, 2009 13:09:08 GMT -7
Ingegerd was only holding herself together because of one thing: the absolute certainty that somewhere in this godforsaken place, there had to be alcohol. Her body on auto-pilot, she kept her gaze set straight ahead without really seeing, and this way she would stay until she registered the presence of alcoholic beverage.
Seeing Jaylin turn into a giant snake mutant hadn't been that bad. She'd only nearly panicked and run away, shaking like a leaf as they waited for Sven to open the door to the Market. Entering the place had been what done it. Seeing the crowd of creatures that looked like from the rejected script of a story book by Stephen King, she felt herself go completely numb. It really was true. It was all true. And it was worse than she could have possibly imagined. This was no magical place, this was hell. Ugly, foul and smelly.
When accepting the significance of Jaylin's existence, Ingegerd had allowed herself the tiny, tiniest hope that maybe, maybe there was another world out there where she could feel like belonging. If this was where she belonged though, she more than ever before wished that she was human.
When a drunk little man who didn't even reach to her knee stumbled out before them and wondered if she would like to see for herself that he wasn't overcompensating for something with his pointy hat, she actually became overjoyed. She was about to ask him where he had gotten into his inebriated state, but Sven kicked him away and led them around a corner. When he asked Jaylin if he wanted to go to a tavern, she immediately seized the chance. "I am hungry."
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Post by jaylin on Oct 1, 2009 21:02:10 GMT -7
Ingegerd’s reaction to the whole affair seemed rather odd, but it suited what he knew of her. He was just glad he’d warned her of what his true form looked like with the way she shook when he changed. How would she have reacted if she hadn’t been expecting the change? Then, as she entered the market with them, she neither seemed terrified of all the new things, which Jaylin had expected after her previous reactions, nor did she have the naga’s own excitement and curiosity at all the things around him. However, despite noticing this, Jaylin wasn’t about to let Ingegerd’s strangeness ruin his discovery, as was evidenced by his actions and curiosity about the bogart.
When hearing what it is, Jaylin looked interested for a moment, then moved on, gazing at a row of glass jars with various dead creatures inside, preserved in fluid. The creatures seemed to be lizards, insects, hybrids of lizards and insect, and what appeared to be some sort of fairy. Surreal to look at, fascinating, even, though he hoped fairies weren’t really sentient if they were being sold in jars like that, yet when Sven asked if he saw anything he liked, Jaylin shook his head. It was like a flea market. The vast majority of the items here looked interesting, but he had no use nor desire for what he saw.
“Do you think they’d have something I’d like to eat?” he asked, because if he did, Jaylin was entirely interested in the tavern. Of course, with Ingegerd hungry they’d probably go either way, but if not Jaylin thought he might see if he could pick up something on the way. Perhaps see if one of these booths contained a pet store.
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Post by sven on Oct 6, 2009 2:08:40 GMT -7
"Great honey, great." Sven gave Ingegerd a worried glance. There was something seriously wrong going on there, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. Why wasn't she happy? Here she was finally seeing for herself that they weren't alone, what on earth could possibly be wrong? But as always when he didn't know what to do with his daughter, he turned away. She was probably just shocked and needed some time to process the experience.
He didn't quite understand what Jaylin meant about what he could eat. Did he have an allergy or something? He didn't really want to look ignorant by asking though, in case it was something painfully obvious. "The Green Fairy is rather popular, so they can probably get you whatever you like."
They were actually rather near the place, so it only took a few more turns. The Green Fairy was popular because of its strategic location; seven stories of crudely carved out terrace's in the mountain wall gave the tables near the rails a full view of the Market. The higher up, the nobler patron. Naturally, Sven had been lucky to worm his way into the first floor.
Going up a tight little stair they were met by a fat little troll so hairy that he looked more like a mass of moving green moss than a humanoid being. He grudgingly showed them to a table. These were made of stone as well, and only clean by wishful thinking. The wooden chairs were barely holding it together, which actually was a good thing considering how often they were used as tools in fights.
"What'cha want?" The waiter grumped, a set of clawed hands appearing out of the hair holding a pen and pad.
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Post by ingegerd on Oct 6, 2009 2:29:44 GMT -7
Ingegerd looked past the waiter, to find what she was looking for: a bar, taking up the whole mountain wall. "You can order for me, father. I will get myself something to drink." She stood up and nearly rushed inside. The ceiling became lower the further in she went. By the bar the chairs were made of stone, all of them occupied by trolls drinking themselves into oblivion. One of them actually reached it as Ingegerd arrived, crashing onto the floor and snoring loudly. She just smoothly stepped over him and hopped up on the chair.
The bartender, who looked like a rhino in a too small suit gave her a suspicious glare, but wobbled over. True to the stereotype, he was polishing a glass with a dirty rag. He puffed something through his nostrils, which Ingegerd assumed was a question of what she would like to drink.
"Something that will make me find my own reflection attractive."
The rhino puffed something more that sounded like "lamest one I ever heard", but he wobbled away to start pouring something out of a crooked bottle into a glass.
"Gonna need a whole lot than a drink to do that," a creature next to Ingegerd remarked. It's appearance was a competition between the size of its ears and hands.
"Why, thank you..."
"If you want it fixed, I got a cuz who can do amazing things with a shovel."
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Post by jaylin on Oct 13, 2009 20:09:12 GMT -7
Jaylin slithered onto a seat, setting his things beside it and allowing his tail to coil up around his clothes, the tip resting on his wallet. There was the chance that someone would attempt to brave the giant serpent and make a grab for it, but such an event was unlikely, and even more unlikely to go off successfully, as he'd feel it the second anyone touched his belongings.
"I'll have water and...do you have anything live?"
If this place was anything like the taverns in his own world, they could likely catch a rat or something of the sort and offer to sell it to him. Jaylin wouldn't begrudge them the easy profit, either. After all, it saved him the hunt in the same way as it saved others the preparation.
Ingegerd, he noted, went off on her own to get a drink, but it wasn't anything he paid much attention to, having far more interest in the possibility of live cuisine.
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