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Post by seraaches on Jun 17, 2010 18:56:46 GMT -5
Sid skipped cheerfully down the aisles of the Bazaar, not quite noticing the debilitation of the area nor the dark glares he received from certain merchants. Nor did he seem aware of the apprising looks for his rather strange additions. He was, in fact, entirely oblivious to the fact that he really wasn't in the right place to purchase groceries at all. Good job, Sid; good job. The equine/deer mix was actually exceedingly excited and happy today; Levi had entrusted his teenager brother-- elder brother, at that-- to go grocery shopping all by himself! Sid made a strange whistling sound between his lovely fangs. He had nipped his younger brother right then, so happy was he about being trusted so very much! Now, let's see... somewhere right around here should be the meat and eggs. . . |
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Post by Bee on Jun 17, 2010 20:07:27 GMT -5
 Socks had rolled himself into a ball and was currently being batted back and forth between a few other Aces, who had just invented Sockball in a fit of childish glee. Socks was just happy he had gotten to play. The trader was letting them have at it for some reason, and Socks wasn't going to question his good fortune even as he was kicked repeatedly in the face. But not hard! Socks was such a good roller. Probably because he had no arms to make him less aerodynamic. When Socks was rolled left he caught something happy and greenish in his peripheral vision. When he rolled right he saw it again. An Ace kicked him in the face again and he saw a foot. But then he was upside-down and saw the green thing again. Fangmonster.Socks's eyes widened in delight. "Mr. Fang!" he said, excitedly. "Fang! Fang!" |
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Post by seraaches on Jun 17, 2010 20:32:20 GMT -5
Sid didn't really notice the Aces playing, though normally he would have totally wanted to be in on that. Today, he was on important business! Somewhere! Still, Sid wasn't so dedicated to his task that a voice yelling out didn't catch his attention.
"Mr. Fang! Fang! Fang!"
Fangs? He loved fangs! And big teeth of all varieties! The teenager whirled around, pale purple eyes searching swiftly for this fanged one whoever-it-was was yelling at. His eyes skidded over a weird little creature that proceeded to get kicked in the face, like, two times even while he was watching. But there was no evidence of fangs anywhere. He frowned before realizing that the funny looking thing-- oh, it was an Ace-- was looking at him.
SOMEONE HAD NOTICED HIS FANGS. This was probably the proudest day in his whole entire life. Sid fluffed up his wings and proudly pranced over to the Ace. "Hallo!" he said. "Were you calling me?
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Post by Bee on Jun 18, 2010 15:18:12 GMT -5
"Ow!" he said, to another Ace. "Stop with the face now! I'm trying to make friends!" The other Ace gave him one last punt and then tottered off to the other end of the pen to play "chew on the wires of the cage" with different, better friends.
Socks turned his whole attention back to the fangy green beast who had come so wonderfully into his life. And it had wings and things and hair and strange markings...Socks rarely happened across anyone in his own freak bracket, and by rarely be meant never, but while this horse-like being had arms, he seemed to Socks to be similar in spirit. His mommy had always told him that it was what was on the inside that mattered, anyway, though Socks had hardly seen how having a better spleen than someone else really meant anything in the long run. "I dun see anyone else with such teeth!"
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Post by seraaches on Jun 18, 2010 17:56:21 GMT -5
Sid watched curiously as the other Ace was driven off, leaving him with the marveously coloured white one. And a respectable Diamond, even! His ears went back at the last kick to his new friend, but, well, someone had told him you really couldn't expect much better from an Ace, though Drostan wasn't ever that bad mannered. Except it seemed to be really cold around Drostan quite a lot.
The thought couldn't hold his attention, however, not when someone was complimenting his glorious teeth. "That'th really thad for everyone elthe," he said with an appropriately somber expression. "Jutht think if everyone could have wonderfully long teeth!" It made his eyes shine happily just to think of it. He shook his head after a moment, however.
"Whatcha doin' in there?" he asked curiously. "It lookth kindof cramped."
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Post by Bee on Jun 18, 2010 19:19:41 GMT -5
"That guy," Socks said, pointing to a tubby weasel who was busy reprimanding an Ace in another cage, "thinks that I'm worth stuff so he's keeping me in here until someone gives him stuff to let me out. I asked if I could just give him stuff and go but he doesn't want my gumdrops and I'm not allowed to be alone because I'm incompetent."
Lots of people had come by to stare at Socks and a couple of his friends were taken away by nice-looking people, but it was mostly the really pretty but bad-tempered Aces who were getting picked, for some reason, the ones with the super-glossy and soft fur that people kept murmuring over.
People liked their coats so much they made hats and shawls that looked just like them. He was gonna have to tell Toast one day when he came back that he had seen a stylish cloak just like him on the shoulders of some old bloke.
"If I had teeth like yours," he said, happily, "I could just bite him and run away!"
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Post by seraaches on Jun 18, 2010 21:30:35 GMT -5
Sid looked over at the Ace Dealer thoughtfully; he really didn't think too much of the tubby Card He bet that if he could get the Ace out, they could just make a run for it and the weasel probably wouldn't even notice. Of course, that would only work as long as the Dealer didn't notice.
"Oh, I don't think biting him ith a good idea," Sid responded. "He doethn't look very yummy at all." And then the teenager again just changed the subject. "Wot kind of thtuff doeth he uthually want? Becauthe I have thome moneyth." How convenient that Levi had sent him out on this particular day to this part of the Bazaar! Sid could have a nice new friend like Drostan! Except, with more colours. And no forelegs. Also, this Ace seemed a lot nicer than Drostan in general and Sid hadn't gotten any chills around him at all.
"Why don't you jutht run away?" he asked suddenly.
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Post by Bee on Jun 19, 2010 1:12:03 GMT -5
"I'm in a cage, fangy," he said. "I don't come out 'less someone wants to poke at me. Don't get a lot of chances to bite an' run." He thought about the stuff that this teal horsey had. "Yeah. Yeah, I think he likes the money. I think that's his favorite. I dunno what he does with all of it though."
Socks himself had never bought anything with money or even held it, so it really just kind of existed on the periphery of this life, as a stuff that you traded for other stuff. People liked yelling about it, though, how one stuff wasn't good enough to deserve that much money stuff. It seemed like a stupid thing to fight over. The world would probably be a better place without that kind of stuff.
Oh ho! An idea. "Can you get me out of the cage?" he asked, in a little mousey whisper. "We can run!"
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Post by seraaches on Jun 19, 2010 2:44:36 GMT -5
Sid made a thoughtful noise under his breath as the Ace told him all sorts of information. People liked money a lot, he knew. He didn't really understand this, but at least part of that was likely the fact that he had never really hurt for money. In the Court, obviously, all of their expenses were paid and his father had easily provided whatever else he wanted or needed-- though he really wasn't that materialistic. Once out of the Court and out in the 'real world', Levi had always taken care of their finances; Sid was (rightly) considered 'unreliable' in such things.
He tilted his head and eyed the cage. He did have some conveniently opposable thumbs, but he did not have any convenient lock-picking skills, and there was definitely an imposing lock on the door. "Hrmth. I can try, but it might be eathier jutht to athk him to open it." He thought about this for a second. "Oh. That might defeat the point." It was a quandry.
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Post by Bee on Jun 19, 2010 21:32:48 GMT -5
"Give him stuff," Socks suggested, because it was true, the weasel really, really liked stuff. That might be the best plan, the stuff, though if worse came to worse he guessed the fangbeast would be much better at biting the man and getting his keys than Socks would. Though if he did say so himself--and he did, because no one else was going to say it--he had a pretty impressive set of front teeth himself. He could bite through lots.
But those teeth--they could go right through an arm! He wondered if they were stuck at the same size or if they would get bigger--big enough to chomp through faces? He didn't know why anyone would want to chomp a face, but it would be awesome to see. "If he gets enough money stuff he opens the door. Oh! And make sure you show him lots of fangys. He'll be way impressed."
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