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Peggy knew that if she was going to be able to learn more about her surroundings, one o the best place to go for information was a marketplace. As she browsed, she found a few things that she couldn't resist. A bouquet of flowers that reminded her of happier times back in England and some fruit that she was curious to try. Eventually, she found a stall full of bright colored fabrics and a hat that was trimmed with crimson ribbons that were the perfect shade of red.
She might be moving away from the patriotic colors that had been common in her wardrobe but the hat was irresistible. Even if she was slowly moving forward, that didn't mean she couldn't indulge in a few frivolities when red had always been her favorite color. "How much is this?"
2.
This was not how Peggy had anticipated spending the afternoon. Bad enough to chase after a thief in a city she knew but to chase someone through the streets of a place where she was a newcomer was nearly impossible. Or would be if she lost sight of the thief. At least there was nothing significantly valuable in her purse. But even without the possibility of losing a weapon or something more important, she wasn't going to back down and lose something from home to some thug who had decided she was easy prey.
Dodging between people who seemed to have a sixth sense for getting in her path, Peggy called out apologies, hoping that she didn't collide with anyone before she managed to catch the thief.
Luckily for Peggy, the thief, in his desperate dash to get away, ended up running smack into someone else. The other man was shoved out of the way, only to round on the fleeing man, freeing a staff from the holster on his back and making a thrusting sort of motion towards him. In the next moment the air around the thief cools, slowing him down, and in another he's frozen almost solid. He walked the few steps to close the distance between them.
"That was both extremely rude, and extremely stupid. And what's this?" He cracked the ice around the man's hand, plucking Peggy's purse from his grip, ignoring his muffled protests. "Ah, well that answers the question of why you were running at least."
Peggy was certain that the thief was going to escape. Perhaps if she knew the streets better she would have a chance but at this time, she was at a disadvantage. At lest she had been until the purse snatcher collided with someone and...
Stumbling to a halt, she stared as the air around the thief seemed to break a few of the natural laws and he seems... frozen.
Taking in the strange sight, she pushed aside her shock to focus on the person who had retrieved her bag. "That's mine. Thank you for -" Freezing someone? That didn't sound quite right even if it was true. "-your assistance." Looking at the protesting thief, she couldn't help asking, "What exactly did you do to him?"
Oh, he didn't just seem frozen, he was. Not solid of course, and nothing that would cause any lasting harm provided he wasn't held there long enough for frostbite to set in, but for all intents and purposes he was a thiefsicle.
Dorian smiled charmingly, handing the purse over to Peggy with a slight flourish. "Always happy to help a lovely lady. Though I daresay if the streets here were clearer you wouldn't have needed my assistance at all." He's acquainted with a fair number of terrifyingly competent women, and Peggy had that air about her. He wouldn't dream of suggesting that Peggy was anything but capable, but it never hurt to have help, yes?
"Oh, this? It's just a simple little spell, I can practically do it in my sleep. I'm glad I could be of service." A protsting noise from the still nealy encased lump of former thief was tryingn go get their attention. "Is there some sort of authority turn him over to? I'm afraid I'm sill new and I've no idea how precisely one might proceed here."
"It's barely worth half that," Tony interjects with a snort when the kedan merchant quotes a price. The man puts on a show of being offended, but before he can jump into a spiel about the quality of his wares, Tony turns to the woman and says in a stage whisper, "He can tell you're new, that's why he thinks he can get away with overcharging you. Don't give him more than five juulan, or you're being ripped off."
The merchant looks indignant, and Tony gives him a good-natured grin. Ah, the joys of haggling. It had taken Tony ages to pick up the skill (mostly because he'd grown up too rich to have developed any reasonable sense of how much things are actually worth).
Haggling over prices might not be something Peggy is accustomed to but she has spent years dealing with uncooperative individuals who were trying to take advantage. Looking over at the young man, her lips quirk in a hint of a smile before taking up the argument. "Five? Isn't that a bit much? Two stalls down I saw one with purple trim and they only wanted three."
The price is probably too low but she could keep the prices bouncing back and forth until the mentioned five was agreed upon. Or, perhaps she could get it for less. Eventually she merchant offers a price that seems reasonable and Peggy agrees. When she has the hat, the kedan's attention focuses on another potential customer. Peggy turns toward Tony to give him a smile. "Thank you for the help. Prices are one of the things you don't pick up quickly in places like this."
"Tell me about it." You wouldn't believe how much money he's gotten swindled out of in his time in Keeliai. "You must have really wanted that hat, though. Usually the first thing people go shopping for when they get here is underwear. Or pizza."
Yes, nothing like arriving unexpectedly in a new universe with nothing but the clothes on your back to remind you of the real essentials in life.
"I didn't know that a lady's undergarments were a common topic of conversation here." She sounds more amused than scandalized by the topic. "It reminds me of something I had back home." And someone she had lost but dwelling too much on the past wouldn't only bring heartache.
"Pizza is something I haven't had a chance to develop a taste for." It was becoming popular but not in the areas that fit the persona she had been trying to maintain. If Miss Fry had found out about that kind of outing, Peggy probably would have been thrown out. "Are there places here that serve food similar to what we had back home?"
...You know, the appropriateness of that comment (or lack thereof) honestly hadn't occurred to him. Good job, nerd. "...Right." MOVING ON.
"That's a real tragedy." Who doesn't like pizza?! "But I guess that means you won't miss it. There's not really anything similar here, unless you get one of the foreigners to cook it for you." One of the foreigners who can cook. Which is definitely not Tony. "Some of the food is kind of like home, if you don't think too hard about it and don't ask too many questions. Well— assuming 'home' means the same thing to us. You're from Earth, right? Twentieth century?" She looks like it. The clothes are definitely native Earth style, just a little old-fashioned.
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Peggy Carter | MCU
Peggy knew that if she was going to be able to learn more about her surroundings, one o the best place to go for information was a marketplace. As she browsed, she found a few things that she couldn't resist. A bouquet of flowers that reminded her of happier times back in England and some fruit that she was curious to try. Eventually, she found a stall full of bright colored fabrics and a hat that was trimmed with crimson ribbons that were the perfect shade of red.
She might be moving away from the patriotic colors that had been common in her wardrobe but the hat was irresistible. Even if she was slowly moving forward, that didn't mean she couldn't indulge in a few frivolities when red had always been her favorite color. "How much is this?"
2.
This was not how Peggy had anticipated spending the afternoon. Bad enough to chase after a thief in a city she knew but to chase someone through the streets of a place where she was a newcomer was nearly impossible. Or would be if she lost sight of the thief. At least there was nothing significantly valuable in her purse. But even without the possibility of losing a weapon or something more important, she wasn't going to back down and lose something from home to some thug who had decided she was easy prey.
Dodging between people who seemed to have a sixth sense for getting in her path, Peggy called out apologies, hoping that she didn't collide with anyone before she managed to catch the thief.
2 with a twist!
"That was both extremely rude, and extremely stupid. And what's this?" He cracked the ice around the man's hand, plucking Peggy's purse from his grip, ignoring his muffled protests. "Ah, well that answers the question of why you were running at least."
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Stumbling to a halt, she stared as the air around the thief seemed to break a few of the natural laws and he seems... frozen.
Taking in the strange sight, she pushed aside her shock to focus on the person who had retrieved her bag. "That's mine. Thank you for -" Freezing someone? That didn't sound quite right even if it was true. "-your assistance." Looking at the protesting thief, she couldn't help asking, "What exactly did you do to him?"
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Dorian smiled charmingly, handing the purse over to Peggy with a slight flourish. "Always happy to help a lovely lady. Though I daresay if the streets here were clearer you wouldn't have needed my assistance at all." He's acquainted with a fair number of terrifyingly competent women, and Peggy had that air about her. He wouldn't dream of suggesting that Peggy was anything but capable, but it never hurt to have help, yes?
"Oh, this? It's just a simple little spell, I can practically do it in my sleep. I'm glad I could be of service." A protsting noise from the still nealy encased lump of former thief was tryingn go get their attention. "Is there some sort of authority turn him over to? I'm afraid I'm sill new and I've no idea how precisely one might proceed here."
1.
The merchant looks indignant, and Tony gives him a good-natured grin. Ah, the joys of haggling. It had taken Tony ages to pick up the skill (mostly because he'd grown up too rich to have developed any reasonable sense of how much things are actually worth).
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The price is probably too low but she could keep the prices bouncing back and forth until the mentioned five was agreed upon. Or, perhaps she could get it for less. Eventually she merchant offers a price that seems reasonable and Peggy agrees. When she has the hat, the kedan's attention focuses on another potential customer. Peggy turns toward Tony to give him a smile. "Thank you for the help. Prices are one of the things you don't pick up quickly in places like this."
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Yes, nothing like arriving unexpectedly in a new universe with nothing but the clothes on your back to remind you of the real essentials in life.
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"Pizza is something I haven't had a chance to develop a taste for." It was becoming popular but not in the areas that fit the persona she had been trying to maintain. If Miss Fry had found out about that kind of outing, Peggy probably would have been thrown out. "Are there places here that serve food similar to what we had back home?"
no subject
"That's a real tragedy." Who doesn't like pizza?! "But I guess that means you won't miss it. There's not really anything similar here, unless you get one of the foreigners to cook it for you." One of the foreigners who can cook. Which is definitely not Tony. "Some of the food is kind of like home, if you don't think too hard about it and don't ask too many questions. Well— assuming 'home' means the same thing to us. You're from Earth, right? Twentieth century?" She looks like it. The clothes are definitely native Earth style, just a little old-fashioned.