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[B5 Bazaar] 1 - Now open for business! - Printable Version +- ORIGIN (https://origin.boreal-nights.space) +-- Forum: IC Archives (https://origin.boreal-nights.space/forumdisplay.php?fid=50) +--- Forum: Year 4 Archives (https://origin.boreal-nights.space/forumdisplay.php?fid=54) +--- Thread: [B5 Bazaar] 1 - Now open for business! (/showthread.php?tid=5406) Pages:
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RE: [B5 Bazaar] Now open for business! - Bremen - May 09 2018
Tags: @Oliver RE: [B5 Bazaar] Now open for business! - Oliver - May 09 2018 Oliver blinked a great deal, trying--and struggling--to follow Bremen's stream-of-consciousness sort of speech. He had a tendency to do the same thing, himself, so it wasn't exactly that he found it strange; more that it was, when one was doing it back to you, rather disconcerting. The topics switched before Oliver had a chance to consider them, but he did his best to keep up. "Ohh, err--yeah, I hate that too. They just die on you in the middle of talking, and I hate that--like... I didn't mean to kill it?! I tried to help--what? Yeah, the tunnel! It should work... I could bring back a couple things for you, if you like." He hesitated at the mention of the Magus. For awhile he eyed the skull, then Bremen, afraid to ask--afraid to admit he didn't know the word, but alas, he didn't. At last he spoke, sheepish. "Err--what's a... magus? What--kingdom? What --who's 'our' like--our magus? You were with others, or? Did they do this too?" At the word 'this,' he nodded at the pile of things, wondering if perhaps somehow, at some point, he'd missed an entire cartel of banana vendors in a mysterious kingdom of vendors, with a Magus, whatever that was. @Bremen RE: [B5 Bazaar] Now open for business! - Felina - May 09 2018 It's been a hard few months for the runty female bobcat. First: What few friends she had in Canis were gone. Secondly: She only had a single spell to cast at the long-ago Majicka contest. She was doing little more than what she *had* to do to survive right now. It was time to move on. She removed her beloved perfectly round and colorful marble. It was her favorite toy from her kittenhood. Of course, she was now fourteen Cycles old, but she couldn't bear to just leave it behind. She gently gripped the smooth, cool marble in her teeth. With a parting glance at her tiny den, she left, not knowing or caring about where she was going. She made her way through several tunnels until Canis was no more than a shadowy blur in the distance. She got as far as Polaris. There was some glowing structure there. Felina, wondering what was going on, approached the numerous bright lights. She stopped when there was about three feet between her and the other two Greater Gembounds (Bremen and Oliver). "Hello. My name's Felina. Can either of you point in the direction where I can live in a new den? My previous one had too many...sad memories." While she waited for a reply, if any, she extracted her marble from her jaws. She put it on the soil where she was standing. She started rolling it around with her right forepaw. It *might* look quite shiny in the lights coming from the stall where the bananas and other stuff were displayed. @Bremen, @Oliver RE: [B5 Bazaar] Now open for business! - Bremen - May 10 2018
Tags: @Oliver @Felina RE: [B5 Bazaar] Now open for business! - Oliver - May 10 2018
Oliver turned, at first blinking quizzically at the newcomer--then a bit saddened by her words. He was about to give his own answer but Bremen was talking, again, and once more, overwhelming in his flood of words, the tide of which never seemed to stem. Once more, he listened as best he could, blinking a great deal. "The flowers come back--?" Great relief struck him. He'd felt deep guilt and grief at having apparently killed his; it had spoken to him some, then simply stopped responding. He'd had no way of knowing it was the snake Septiezal at the other end--he thought he'd genuinely somehow killed a talking, fiery flower. "That's--great, thanks--..." He turned as Bremen moved past, chattering up the newcomer--apparently a friend, and somehow involved in this entire strange kingdom of hybrids in a place Oliver hadn't heard much of. He blinked a few times, trying to settle the hybrid list in his mind--and what was an Ing... whatever? He still didn't know what a Magus was, even. He shook his head, and quietly slinked back, leaving Bremen to his friend. He felt a bit baffled by all of this, and as though he might be intruding. "I'll, uh-... Maybe bring you some things. From the tunnel. Good luck--friends are a good thing and um. ...Bye." Oliver turned, trotting off into the darker edges of Polaris at an ungainly trot, trying to clear his mind of all this confusing information and sort into something more... easily-manageable. //exit Oliver |