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Post by The Jenn on Mar 5, 2009 1:30:25 GMT -5
Jak was getting older now and felt a bit more adventurous. He'd taken to traveling not only the outer bazaar, but also the bazaar proper and, at times, the residential and business districts of the rest of the Capital. When he could take on any sort of body he wished, he really could go anywhere! He just had to be careful not to mimic actual people unless he was really serious about it. Today he was sporting probably his favorite form, a bipedal ferret Corvie with purple markings. Added to that, his very own angler-dangler drooped from his head and glowed with a cheerful but dim phosphorescent purple light at the tip, much like the fish for which it had been nicknamed. It bobbed merrily with each step, making him grin every time it swung directly in front of his vision. He loved that stupid thing. His current target was a bakery closer to the heart of the city than he usually ventured. He'd passed by their once and gone in on a whim to spend all the coin on him. Granted, it wasn't much, but he and his brother had eaten like doughey kings that night! He'd brought enough change for a repeat performance. |
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Post by Nako on Mar 5, 2009 1:41:23 GMT -5
Between helping at the daycare and getting his life straightened out, Dyspar wasn't getting much time to himself these days. So when he was able to steal a bit of time, he made it worth his while. With every bit of allowance he'd accrued over the past few weeks, he'd went out to go on a shopping spree. How quickly that money went, for all that it took so long to earn! Now, kneeling at the table suited for quadrupeds, he knelt in typical deer style in the bakery to graze delicately on a huge piece of yellow cake. Delicious! And he didn't have to share with a soul! The bell at the door gave a small 'ching' as another customer came through the door, but customers were common in a place like this; he didn't bother to look up from his treat to see the visitor, unaware of the oddity that had just walked in. |
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 5, 2009 1:51:11 GMT -5
The smell that assaulted Jak's nose when he opened the door should have been illegal. It had to be addictive! Nothing that smelled that could could not be bought. Then again, if it were illegal, he'd just steal it. Meh.
He went up to the counter and purchased half a dozen bagels, three muffins, a pound cake with drizzled cream cheese icing, and two pounds of cream cheese from the bemused woman. They stocked it as a spread for their bagels and didn't normally sell it in bulk, but if the customer wanted to pay... well then, she just figured he wanted to put it on fresh at home. In reality, he knew his brother was going to want to take the whole block and lick at it until there was nothing left, over the course of maybe a few hours.
Armed with his treats, he pulled out a bagel and plopped himself in one of the empty chairs in the bakery, content to enjoy the smell and warmth of the lobby while he munched. His chair happened to be conveniently facing a table, which was conveniently across from another Corvie - well, an actual Corvie. His glowing dangler brightened considerably as he enjoyed his warm bagel.
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Post by Nako on Mar 5, 2009 22:41:57 GMT -5
Admittedly, Dyspar's ear had perked when he heard an outrageous order at the counter. Still though, he didn't want to glance over his shoulder. That seemed a touch rude. His tail flicked curiously and her rolled his eyes back to try to see behind him, seeing purple and black in the corner of his eye. A wide range of vision came in handy at times. Was that.. a corvie? Well, that wasn't an odd thing to see; corvies weren't as bizarre as say.. a Tulgey or a Hisstor.
As the ferret sat across from him at another table though, the first thing he saw was the odd attachment to his head. Amazing! was he perhaps into mechanics? Personally, Dyspar wasn't really, completely sure what his calling was yet, but the odd attachment certainly piqued his interest. personally he'd rather have one actually made of -flesh-. How would be go about doing that?
"Nice modification, you got there." Dyspar started conversationally as the ferret wolfed down his bagel. Gosh, he sure bought a lot of stuff. He wasn't going to eat all that by himself, was he?
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 5, 2009 23:03:00 GMT -5
Jak turned his head, dangler bobbing with the motion and swinging out too far before returning to its proper place, to glance at the person who had spoken to him. Definitely to him - he had the nicest modification in the place. If it was directed at someone else, he'd be alternately disappointed and in their face to see what they had that beat out his glowy thinger.
Nope, totaly him! He grinned a sharp-toothed ferret grin and stuffed the last of the bagel in his mouth, chewing quickly while nodding, which only served to set off his adornment further. Now that he was conscious of someone watching it, he'd jerk his head and neck just to watch it move. "Oh yeah," he said with a bit of bagel still in his mouth, quickly swallowed down the long mustelid throat. He ran his tongue over the needle teeth and tried again. "Yeah, it's pretty awesome. You wouldn't believe the sort of stuff you can find when you set yourself to it. Wanna see its trick?"
Focusing on the feeling of the limb on his forehead, he made it raise itself just slightly and glow much more brightly, almost as bright as an uncovered bulb. His eyes were squinted so that he didn't hurt himself in the process.
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Post by Nako on Mar 5, 2009 23:21:39 GMT -5
Immediately, Dyspar liked the guy. He seemed totally enthused about his mods, and the deer wasn't even put off by his narcissism. He'd be equally proud if he had something like that attached to him. Leaning back from the glow, he squinted until it subsided. ""Woah.. not just for show, huh? Is that just totally magically enchanted, or was there some wiring involved? Either way, pretty awesome. You into the mechanics then? Then again, it was even strange for mechanics. Generally the mecha people -replaced- limbs, not added new ones. Well, as a general rule, anyways.
Hm. Had he seen this guy before? No, he'd have noticed him around town for sure with that headgear. Either the guy wasn't from around here, or he didn't come out very often. Then again, that wasn't very strange for a Corvie to hole himself up and not bee seen for weeks! Wow, this guy must be seriously hardcore.
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 11, 2009 19:21:41 GMT -5
Jak was less narcissistic and more super-proud of his find, grinning at the other's reverent squint. At least, that's how he interpreted it. He would have been squinting reverently if it had been someone else's angler-dangler. "Y'know, there's gotta be magic involved, I'm thinkin'. From the way it sprouted, it was enchanted. Into something. Something cool. And then - pop! It was like somebody made it and stuffed it inside magic and then stuffed the magic inside a pair of goggles, or something like that. Preeeetty cool." Rambly, yes, but Jak wasn't the most sane of creatures, and his 'accessories' were a matter of pride worth nattering on about.
He examined the 'other Corvie' a little more closely now, noting his own additions and the antlers sprouting out of his head. Antlers would be cool, but what if his floating, flaming eyeball got caught on them or something? That would stink. If they went down like the deer's, though, it might not be as likely. Huh.
"Your fluffy bits are neat," he noted thoughtfully. "I've seen people with fluffy bits and wanted to bite them. Yours look less chompable. Do they do anything special?"
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Post by Nako on Apr 28, 2009 23:33:10 GMT -5
The change in conversation caused Dyspar to grimace. He wasn't particularly fond of his faerie traits; they made him appear far too fair for his liking. There had even been an occasion or two where a person had assumed he was female because of them. The comment about them being... chompable caused Dyspar to pause, giving the joker in disguise an odd look. He wanted.. to eat parts of people? He didn't look like a cannibal to him. Perhaps he was just joking. Well, regardless of that, he had at least said his looked a touch less appetizing.
"Nah. Nothing special. Really, they're just kind of there." There was something absolutely creepy about this guy. The longer he sat there talking to him, the more he noticed it. Still, intrigue was winning against better judgement. He wanted to talk to other Corvies and somehow get himself into whatever Corvie 'clique' he needed to be in to start his studies.
"So, how do you go about finding items like that anyhow? Seems like everyone I see nowadays has sprouted something because of some oddity they picked up."
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Post by The Jenn on Apr 28, 2009 23:52:42 GMT -5
Jak giggled a little at the deer-thing's question, settling his hands together and fiddling with the fingers. He liked having hands sometimes. He had bipedal feet normally, but his paws and these hands were two different animals entirely. Literally. Heheh. He'd have to save that one for Amhal. It might get a snort out of the feline.
"Ohhhhh boy, I found it in the garbage. You can find all sorts of stuff in other peoples' junk. I made a reeeeally big hobby out of dumpster-diving. Especially if you go to the Outer Bazaar, you never know what you're going to unearth. This one time there was a candy that made bones grow out of yer butt. Another time there were goggles that melted your eeeeyes and gave you this big fiery one over your head. You find all sorts of cool crap when you go diving. Of course, you end up eating a lot of rotten stuff in the meantime, but it gives you a stomach like a goat."
He said all of this in an increasingly giggly and high-pitched voice. Then he leaned a little closer, eyes going wide in the 'ooh, guess what' fashion as he stared at Dyspar. "I think we got a looooot of bored mages out there. Powerful ones. Bored nobles. Maybe crazy people. There are lots of crazy people in the world, you know." He grinned wider, showing a bit more tooth in a remarkably 'guy on the subway with nail clippers and a personality disorder' sort of way. You didn't know what was coming.
"They probably enchant stuff in their spare time and throw it out like some sort of scavenger hunt. Whoever messes up the most people wins. I think it might be a conspiracy. I hope they don't stop. I think I love them, if it is." His words had slowly gotten lower and more fervent in their near-whispering.
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Post by Nako on Apr 29, 2009 0:05:54 GMT -5
Wha... what? Melting eyes? Ass bones? He gave the biped a quick, evaluating glance. No, these changed didn't seem to have happened to him. Had he truly witnessed so many changed by so many individuals? This man certainly got around! Still, the way he went about it.. it was frightening. This guy was a real mad scientist. Dyspar leaned back as the biped's speech became higher.. faster.. more crazed. It was a thing that caused a great unsettling deep within him, but he was more than willing to throw caution to the wind. Ears perked forward attentively, he leaned in just a bit so as to hear what he was saying.
"A conspiracy? You think so?" Dyspar's tone lowered down to match the hushed one of the fellow Corvie. He wanted so badly to believe this craziness he was spewing out. Magical items planted in garbage. Ridiculous.. but then again it wasn't? "Who in their right mind throws out magic items anyways? Better yet.. they're probably the reject items. Could you imagine what the -successful- ones do? I'd reckon we'd never see the likes of those." He was being rather easily swept up in all this excitement. Dumpster diving sounded horribly appealing. At the very least, it'd piss his family off. That was always a plus.
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