Bazaar Annoyances.

[Thalron]

Ok... So he had come here again, he hated this place. It was so noisy and crowded, out of control. He couldn't stand things he had no real control over, probably why he spent so much time in his lab. Everything there was exactly the way that he placed it, and any annoyances he encountered there he could only blame on himself, the one person he could easily forgive.

Here though, with all the dirty streets, diseased people, ruffians, and low lives he could hardly stand it. But, he needed supplies, he had nearly run out of.. well... almost everything. Unfortunately, his rather eagerness to exit this filthy, flea ridden city, was thwarted in a most tiresome way.

he had arrived at the shop several hours too early. there was hardly anyone on the streets either, which he could only imagine would change the instant the sun began to rise higher... So he resigned himself to perching on top of a box near to his intended place of purchase, muttering occasionally and contemplating all the many ways in which he despised this place. The truth probably wasn't as bad as he made it out to be, but his numerous bad experiences caused him to see only the filth of this city. Most of the beauty was either lost to him, or he'd somehow managed to avoid it so far.

Maybe his luck would change... But as he watched a sudden swarm of people begin to pour into the bazaar he thought it... unlikely.

[seraaches]

Not only was it a lovely morning, they were on a fieldtrip. Ira's pleasure had mid-level bounds, but it was a wonderfully pleasant feeling with an encouragingly fuzzy edge to it. "Step it up, kiddoes!" The stallion called out happily. "The tide's coming in!"

Winged and cloven-hooved, the winged deer/equine mix hurried swiftly after his beloved uncle. "Auntith Irtha! Auntith Irtha! Levi ith dawdling!"

As usual, the stallion made a little face of glee at darling Sid's call and he turned to glance back with pale lavender eyes to search for the other child.

Brightly coloured, flaming, and dripping glass with every step, Tokasu-- Levi, if one asked Ira or Sid-- was staring with wide eyes at everyone around him

"Levi! Come on!" Ira told him firmly, rather mothering in his care of the pair of boys despite the fact that they were actually half-brothers. Unfortunately, Levi's attention was gone, staring at a very strange pine marten who seemed to be sprouting some very strange appendages. He stared blatantly, mouth gaping as glass dripped gently around his face.

[Thalron]

The phrase 'blissfully unawares' would have been apt for that particular weasel had he in fact been experiencing anything so near to that side of the emotional spectrum. It was indeed much closer to 'dismally unaware' of that particular child gawking at his appearance... This state did not last for long, however, as he reached down to procure one of his scalpels for nail-trimming purposes he came face to face with a flaming rugrat.

oh... Kay... Now they were both staring, although the doctor had a much more dignified expression upon his face... even if on the inside his mind was repeating something along the lines of 'oh god don't let this thing be looking for help' over and over. Unfortunately his mind, and body did not always agree quickly enough on the course of action to take when presented with such an... obstacle... and before he could stop himself, he of course asked that normally ill-fated question of.

"Can I help you?"

Immediatly he regretted it, but lacking any means to take that comment back he retreated a bit more fully to his perch, and a little nervously began trim his claws... His stitching always began to itch when he was nervous, but he managed to resist scratching at it.

[seraaches]

The child continued to stare for a very, very long time before saying in a rather awed voice, "You look wwwweeeeeeiiirrrrdddddddd." Since the mixed-realm horse had any room at all to talk.

He wasn't left to his own devices for long; the winged, overly awkward fanged mixed breed was quick to return to his full brother. "Levi! You thouldn't run off."

The creature tilted his head to look up at the Corvistowneian himself, long fangs obvious as the early morning light glinted off of them. He had strange markings below his eyes and pale lavender eyes; something he shared with the full-grown stallion who came up behind them to eye the pine marten curiously. He, at least, was quiet for now.

"Hullo!" Sid suddenly continued, as though first noticing the other man even though he'd been staring for a few minutes. "Did you mean to do that to your fathe?"

[Thalron]

Oh... He was just a odd source of entertainment for the younglings, that was nothing new. Atleast they weren't throwing rocks or trying to swing off of his blood tubes... yet... He eyed them a little bit suspiciously, but then gave out a sigh as he tossed the scalpel back into its bag. "I am aware..." He said with noted disdain, which only grew a little bit more pronounce as the new fanged crittter ran up.

A lisp... How cute. He shuddered thinking about how awful it would be to have to deal with that on a regular basis, oh wait... He did deal with stuff like this on a regular basis. His mind came more or less back to the situation at hand as he was greeted, and returning the gesture with a small wave of his hand he sighed.

"Yes, it was an expirement... Now run along, I'm sure you have lost valuable time with which to torment your parents with." he said with a slightly sympathetic... or possibly pleading tone, followed by a nod to the adult of this group.

That being said, it looked like he was getting pretty close to running along himself... He had wanted to wait for the pharmacy to open, but maybe he'd just come back later. All these crowds were making him nervous... Especially since it appeared to contain firey glass dripping, and over fanged toddlers.

[seraaches]

Levi tilted his head at the strange man who seemed oddly nervous. Well, sort of nervous. And, uhm. . . some word he didn't know yet. If he had known, adjectives like 'stand offish' and 'anti-social' would come to mind. Unfortunately for them all, Levi-- and his other relatives-- were currently (or always) in some state of absolute oblivion to the world and people around them. Machaon had the 'wonderful' luck of having stepped into the little sphere of awareness that the three shared and it was unlikely he'd be much happier about this designation than he was about crowds in general.

"No, we haven't," Levi replied to the Corvie with wide, overly honest eyes. The child was either an excellent actor or truly lacking in guile. "They don't even know we're here."

"Daddy'th in a meeting," Sid explained. "And Mommy hath to help with thomething in the main hall."

Ira was still watching the pine marten intently, though anyone who knew him would realize there was an equally good chance that the stallion was thinking about cotton candy popcorn as about the man they were currently engaging in conversation.

[Thalron]

Machaon stared at them for a moment, it was hard to gauge whether he was trying to decide something or merely wasting time to see if they'd leave... It wasn't long before he sighed loudly though, and looked about the place for a means of escape.

Of course he could leave in practically any direction, but now every direction was now also inhabited, by what he thought was likely, even more annoying and unhygenic people. It was a tough choice as to wait here further, or attempt to lose the rugrats... He chose the lazier option for now and re-engaged them in conversation... If you could call it that. "How intriguing. So what is it that you are doing out here? Other than talking with strangers." His words were a bit short, but not to the point of rudeness.. it simply seemed he did not want to waste too much breath on them.

He was curious about how Ira was staring at him, but since he didn't seem to be willing to speak at the moment didn't pay it much mind... He was used to people outright gawking at him, so simple stare was a bit less annoying than one might otherwise think... Especially since he was getting the occasional gawking passerby even while talking to this trio of... individuals.

[seraaches]

"We're on a fieldtrip!" Levi put in excitedly, glad to be able to talk to his 'friend' again since he knew the answer. Another bit of molten glass slipped down from his antlers to join the little puddle at his feet, though he seemed utterly unaware.

"We have to find thith thing for Daddy."

"It's not just a thing," Levi inserted knowingly. "It's a spefic thing."

"Thpethic!"

"Specefic."

"Wot's your name?" The adult cannibal asked suddenly, pale eyes still focused on the other man. His words caused the children to abruptly stop talking, as though they realized that what he said was important. The stallion's interest in staring, however, had passed for now he was rather hungrily watching the crowds rather than the Corvie mustelid. His long tail flicked from time to time as a particularly pretty Card went by, but he didn't move from his spot.

[Thalron]

Machaon's eyes followed that drip of molten glass, he kept finding odd firey critters... And idly he wondered if this bore an heritage to that mouse he had met awhile ago, but decided not to ask. He didn't especially want to get these... things... too enamoured with him, although he solemnly suspected that it was already much too late to avoid that.

He listened patiently, Not that he had much of a choice, to what the children were saying. And was about to ask what that specific thing was that they were looking for happened to be before his train of thought was interrupted by a question.

"Oh, excuse my manners... I had been hoping you'd continue on your way. Regardless, my name is Machaon. and I'm more err... less pleased to make your acquantince." he said with the amount of sincerity a severely agitated and somewhat sleep deprived weasel held with such feelings.

"Do you happen to have a name? And if you were to inform me of the object of your search I may be able to assist you in leaving sooner." It was hard to tell, but it seemed like he may be hinting at something with his choices of words... What it was was likely lost on the trio, seeing as they ignored even blatant suggestions, but he tried anyways.

[seraaches]

"It'th a! It'th a. . . a. . . " Sid trailed off as he managed to forget what exactly they were fieldtripping out for. Flicking his little deer tail thoughtfully, he flared his wings excitedly. "I don't remember wot we're getting!"

"We need some weird type of cheese!" Levi put in knowingly.

"Nu-uh!" protested Sid. "It'th peath!"

Levi tilted his head uncomfortably. Maybe Sid was right. "Was it bees?"

"OH, I remember!" Sid exclaimed. "Keyth!"

"Yeah, keys!"

"And now," Ira put in calmly. "We're here to collect you. Sid, get his bag." With that, the stallion shifted swiftly and nabbed the pine marten by the loose skin at the back of his neck. He lifted the man quickly and surprisingly easily to swing him away from his back and, supposedly at least, the sharp objects within. That left the two kids to nab the bag, something they could probably handle together if they were very careful and if the bag was very heavy.