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Somehow, in the midst of arriving in a strange new land, with no idea what's going on, Talia's strode, unknowingly, into the middle of gang territory, and there are currently a group of strange men and women glaring at her, surrounding her in fact.
"May I pass?" she tries, pushing all of her strength, everything that she's learnt from Ser Royland, from Roderik and Ethan, into her voice, and shifting her stance to show that weaponless or not, she is unafraid.
They seem to have no intention of allowing that, instead, breaking into questions about an item of some value that she is supposedly carrying, calling her a courier and the like. With no idea what they are speaking of, Talia's trying to remain firm and calm, but her resolve begins to break after several moments of this rather one sided conversation.
"I tell you, I have no idea what you are speaking of." And, she's being Asher's sister now, bold and unpredictable Asher, who lets no one stand in his way. "I have nothing to do with this, and wish to pass. Please." She adds, and in that 'please' is not so much a whine or plea or bratty childish demand as a request, from a lady of a noble house, to let her by and continue her business elsewhere. There is respect in it,what she can muster up, but she will also NOT be cowed. So Talia hopes at least.
The marketplace had too many people, but Lucy was hungry and the quieter parts of the city would be too difficult to steal money. She didn't need to skulk around or anything either; she just needed to walk around, browsing, while her invisible hands ventured off to grab the strange metal coins out of unguarded pockets, or to grab poorly watched goods off of tables.
She made sure not to get greedy; just enough to get by. After one run through the market she was sufficiently wealthy for a small meal at one of those restaurants, and more than overstimulated enough to seek out solitude.
That is, until she saw that dress there. She involuntarily reached out to touch the fabric. It was gorgeous and it even looked her size.
"Interested? Thirty Kedan for a pretty lady like you!" A compliment to hide that it was actually marked up, but Lucy had no way of knowing that.
"I don't have enough..." she muttered. A thought popped into her head. Kill him, take it for yourself. She was ashamed that the next thought was not 'no, that's wrong,' but 'there's too many people.'
"S-sorry." She turned to leave, lowering her red face behind her long hair.
::RADIO - Voice::
[ There's a voice on the radio. Young, feminine. Scared? ]
Does anyone else here have horns? Can anyone else... do things... with their mind?
Nevermind, forget it.
::WILDCARD::(CW: Violence/fighting)
[ Now you've done it. You've made Lucy mad. Or maybe you've just made her scared. Or maybe you've done nothing, and something else has triggered a relapse/panic attack. Either way you better be really powerful, really quick, astute and maybe durable (ideally all of the above) because a set of invisible hands are lashing out at you at supersonic speeds, fast enough to cut through stone and some metals.
[Talia had been passing through the marketplace herself, walking quickly enough to dodge the gang who'd taken an interest in her and thought her a courier working for their rivals for some reason. She'd stopped now that she'd lost them for the moment, taking in all that there was to be seen here. When she happened past the kedanese tailor, she had to stop and admire both the dress and the way that it seemed to go with Lucy's coloring.]
Oh that suits you very well. [But then, Talia knows a bit about negotiations from her mother, new here or not, and steps closer to get a better look at the dress itself, frowning thoughtfully.]
Hmm, though, I'm not too sure about some of these seems. They seem a little...slapdash in the back here, for the price.
Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz | Phineas and Ferb | you're not the boss of me
[Keeliai's going to be treated to video of this man, looking like every single existing stereotype of a movie villain all rolled into one - or, more accurately, his pointy forehead, as he leans forward to fiddle with the dials.]
Is this thing on? Is it working?
[To top all the stereotypes off, he has a German accent. It sounds a little like this.]
This is ridiculously over-complicated. I can't believe it doesn't even have a remote control. Everything has a remote control these days. What am I supposed to do, lean forward every time I want to change the - oh, wait a minute. This light is blinking. Does that mean it's working?
[He looks up. His face brightens.]
It is! Perfect! Okay, okay. Hello, citizens of... Keeliai. My name is Doctor Heinz Doofenshmirtz, and I am an evil genius. Oh, but not today! Today I'm here with a very simple request. I just want a building. A big, empty building. Ideally a tall big empty building, right in the middle of the city. If you're willing to sell to me, I'm a very reasonable man. I can almost guarantee that the building won't get blown up, or... struck by lightning. I don't know. Do you even have lightning here? Is that why you don't have remote controls?
"Is it? I don't... know very much about clothes, I guess." Lucy said. She looked again at the dress, trying to see what the woman meant.
The tailor wasn't taking kindly to Talia's dismissal of his work, however. "You have no eye for quality, none at all!" He said, with vitriol. "Off with you, find someone else to swindle!" He makes large sweeping gestures with his hands, trying to shoo the two of them away.
Lucy's face shows her irritation, and her vectors flex before she thinks better of it and starts to leave.
You can do that? [Have another stunning view of his pointy forehead as he goes about trying each dial again. There's a myriad of interesting effects across the screen for the next few minutes, like static and colour changes and at one point even closed captioning.] Fine. In that case, I'm living in it. Why are you so curious? Are you the empty building police? I know my rights, you know. I know harrassment when I see it.
[He growls and leans away from the camera.] Do you have a remote control?
Yorda didn't like the noise or the crowds, she decided. The marketplace was not a place for her and she turned to weave her way down one of the quieter alleyways when something odd caught her eye.
Flickers of motion, there but not there, as silent and visible as the whispers of a shadow. Yorda could see such things though she didn't know this. She had no basis for comparison. Her own abilities were as alien to her as this world. She was just trying to find the boy with horns. But there it was again, a shift in the air and movement where there should only be stillness.
She squinted but couldn't make out anything definite. As best she could tell, the movement came and returned to one of the stands where a man was talking to a girl with pink hair.
But more than the strange hair... horns! She had horns!
Yorda scurried through the crowd, stumbling a bit, still unsure of her own legs and reached for the girl's shoulder.
"Ico?" She asked breathlessly. Words still felt strange on her lips. Before the boy with horns, she hadn't spoken in years. And even then, the language barrier between them had limited her to only a few utterances. "...Ico?"
It's the first day of his new life here in...wherever this place is. Doesn't matter. It's not home, and it's not where the elven bankers are waiting to collect on his student loans, with the exorbitant interest rates that don't necessarily involve percentages so much as years of his life.
Elves are weird.
And they're (hopefully) too far away to collect.
He's practically skipping as he makes his way down the street, eyes wide with wonder (and a little giddiness that comes from a taste of financial freedom, no lie, even if he is one broke wizarding asshole right now. Dire financial straights soon to be remedied, hopefully.) Walking backwards, head tilted back so he can have a look at unfamiliar skies, runs him right into some poor, unsuspecting humanoid - whom he hopes is not an elf. "Oh! Terribly sorry."
Kitty staggers a little before regaining her footing. "Ain't no thing, man," she says, and smiles at him, any annoyance she feels certainly not showing on her face.
"But, uh, maybe lookin' ahead of yourself is a good way to go around here," she laughs. "I've already walked into at least one building doing what you just did. Least I'm squishier."
Meanwhile, Wally is doing his very best to help straighten her out - including patting down her hair between and around her false ears. "There, now. Much better. I'd cast a spell to get us straightened out, but wouldn't you know it, my magic's vanished!"
He says this with a voice full of bright cheer, as though it's not at all a troubling thought. No magic, no one asking him to do magic.
His response is immediate and completely enthusiastic. "Absolutely! Do you know, I haven't seen a single elf since I arrived? Not one!"
When he laughs, a punctuation to that sentence, it's a little manic. Those student loans are murder. Wally claps his hands together with a resounding sort of smack, rubs them, then extends one to her. "Wallace Sheldon Everett, Wizard, PFD, HTPF, DtL, and all around lovely person to know. Call me 'Wally'."
"Nor I!" she says, just as enthusiastically, although she can't imagine why that would be either a plus or a minus. She's met many elves, both good and bad, and has no real opinion on them overall.
She takes his hand and shakes it vigorously. "Kitty Callahan, also wizard, AoUP, RoUS, LMAO, and accredited ne'er-do-well. Nice to meetcha!"
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