hear the bells .*✧ o, merchant

[calliope]

  Maybe dragging her cart for three miles without stopping wasn't the best idea, but Lua was excited. Her was on the verge of bursting out of pure joy. It was about time she finally met up with one of these clans. The Typhoon seemed like a good start; a beautiful location and such a powerful group was bound to have some interesting people.

  Still bubbling with excitement, the masked wolf finally made it to her stop. Oh boy, this was going to be good. Even if she wouldn't sell much, the interactions alone would make the trip worth it. After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Lua decided she couldn't wait anymore. She the little bell attached to her cart, hoping it'd gain some attention; if not, she'd use the handy little ones that belonged to the Typhoon.

  "Oh, hello, hello!" she called out in a warm, cheery tone, "I'm just a merchant stopping by your lovely group!" Hopefully, the mentions of a merchant would at least draw a few curious people in, even if they just wanted to look at her stuff for a few seconds before leaving. Lua would take whatever she'd get.

//you can find her shop inventory here -- click

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[MARCELLUS]

HEARTFELT PROMISES { .:*・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]TAGS

Usually when someone would appear at the gate it would be someone trying  to form an alliance between their group and the Typhoon, enemies trying to piss them off, or a joiner wanting to join. Sometimes someone who's lost too could fit in that category though that would prove to be quite uncommon. The king cheetah was out on the beautiful day, sun beating down at his back as his paws pounded against the ground beneath. Slowly with every exercise he managed, he was getting stronger, faster, more precise. He wasn't there yet but soon he would be at the goal he had set for himself. His side burned still with the burn wound that was placed on his side, fur still singed and covered in poultices that would cover up the gruesome sight and also work to heal it as quick as it could manage. The burn did definitely slow his movements a bit but he was able to still manage a steady and good pace that would help to still exercise out his bones and muscles. His paws began to slow down near the gate as he heard the sound of bells in the air, his head turning to look over to the gate where someone was standing.

Marcellus was a bit scared to approach him by himself considering no one else was around, but the king cheetah didn't want to be seen as a wuss, as weak. No, he couldn't be weak. His bright eyes narrowed and he began to limp his way towards the gate where he would look at the merchant. A merchant huh? He peered behind her to look at her cart full of mysterious wares, the male padding over to it and beginning to look at them all, though still keeping his eyes on Lua just in case she decided to pull some funny stuff. Despite trying to appear all brave, he was still racked by nerves for if this wolf decided to attack any second, as if the mask wasn't ominous enough. "Marcellus." He introduced himself as he looked around at the things on her cart. Nothing particularly interested him until he found a box. Interest peeked as he picked up the box with his paws and set down on his hind legs, shaking it to hear something jolting inside. "What's this? What's in here?" His head peered up to look at her as he motioned to the box that was lying on her cart.

[Grey]

If it hadn't been for the recent bone merchant, Bakugou perhaps would have been intensely suspicious about the cart the woman hauling. But, from the look of it, he doubts she is hiding any bombs in there. From brief inspection, with eyes burning in her direction, she posture seems to reek of tiredness - it's unlikely for her to be able to run far from the looks of it. At the same time, there's no smell of gunpowder. Back in the old world, Bakugou was very familiar with its scent. He himself often smelt of coals and burnt metal so it was easy for him to recognise anything unusual. The more he thinks about it now, the more absurd he realises it. Pah, animals engineering bombs. It was highly unlikely considering their paws and far too overpowered for only one individual to be capable of doing. Their lack of precision grips also make this idea highly improbable. He just...expects the worse out of others. There is no reason for the male to be paranoid and yet he was.

The ragdoll approaches and stands beside Marcellus, flicking an ear at the irritating chime of bells. Just for once he's wished that some idiot would ring the bells outside the black mamba pit, just once he'd like to hear some buffoon get viciously mauled by those legless reptiles. His furrowed brows relax when he finally peers at her items, snorting a little when she comments that The Typhoon was 'lovely'. Well, if they ignored the whole populace of their pirate group then yes, they were lovely. The privateer's eyes skim gently across the assortment of soft toys and accessories, uninterested in such 'unmanly' things. The masks, however, sitting right beneath his nose had a haunting aura about them. He doesn't like things that feel artificial and it was as though they were staring back at him through nonexistent eyes, glaring at him through the void. Bakugou glances back at the masked wolf, his irises mirroring fire. He wasn't angry, per say, just curious. "You like creepin' people out or something? There's so many of 'em."

[calliope]

  Ah, it looked like she already had her first customers. Lua had to surpress a large grin as the two showed up, in order to not scare them off. She didn't offer much to say for a greeting, only dipping her head in a formal, but overly-exaggerated manner. She only learned one of their names,  but that was good enough for her. Truthfully, she didn't always get to learn who her customers were, which had always been greatly disappointing. "I'm Lua," she returned the introduction. Honestly, she wasn't entirely sure if he would be listening at this point or not, but she should at least introduce herself, even if people were just here for the shop.

  Hidden eyes watched the two as they sorted through the cart, silently taking notes on any pauses or possible interest in specific items. A tiny smile formed on her face as Marcellus had taken interest in the box. It was a common item for people to pause on and wonder about, but Lua had never had a customer brave enough to actually buy it. Perhaps being secretive wasn't the best business technique, but she wanted to see how far someone's curiosity would take them. She wasn't surprised when she heard him ask a question about the contents of the box. "It's a secret!" she replied, oddly enthusiastic about the whole thing. "Not even I know, but I was told it has whatever you want in there. Oh, but you can't check unless you buy it!" She'd leave it at that. It probably sounded fishy as hell, and it chased customers away in the past, but that was their loss.

  Her attention shifted to the other one who had been looking at the masks for a short amount of time. Did she like creeping people out? Not intentionally. "No, no- I just love my craft, you know? Made them all myself," She did have a bit of a personal connection with the masks, considering how time-consuming some of the designs had been. "They're real popular, actually; my most sold item. A lot of people here and there want them for one reason or another." She had been overselling them a tiny bit. The masks disappeared off the shelfs at the same rate as anything else, really. Still, she had a large amount of pride in her work and even a tiny bit of success was wonderful for her.

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"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...
It coiled itself around your tender heart."

Lucifer's shadow fell over the small group as the dragon bent to peer at her wares - now used to the sight of sunhaven merchants coming around - and scanning what she'd brought an idea surfaced.

he points a claw towards the collection of stuffed toys and asks quietly "what items are you willing to trade for one?" he thinks the stuffed zebra would work well for Exodus, the feral raptor-child would no doubt delight in something to occupy her teeth and claws with and this one looks a tad more durable than the others - he doesn't doubt he has something she would trade for it, his cave was full of items he'd collected over the years and a small flight there and back to get anything she'd most need wouldn't take long.

/local dad shops for the kids

TAGS • PLAYLIST • LARGE DRAGON • TYPHOON / PRIVATEER

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[beck.]

    The utterance of a merchant was enough to dust off memories hidden within the boy's mind. Wandering about, calling out in hopes someone nearby would be fortunate enough to purchase. But he had never partaken in actual trade; he wasn't even able to afford the clothes on his back. So he resorted to theft. Nothing too harmful. Until the merchants realized a missing ware and he hadn't been swift nor lucky enough to avoid their wrath. Then it was harmful; if he had a dollar for every time threats about cutting his grubby hands off were spat in his face, he wouldn't need to steal in the first place.

    She seemed different. Maybe he could be different, too. Don't be naïve, Becky. The mangy feline broke from his staring trace, violently shaking his head hard enough to hear his brain slosh around, forcing the voice away from his thoughts. Blinking once or twice to recover his senses, he waited for others to approach before mimicking their actions, slipping from the jungle's undergrowth and creeping his way up being the fiery cat -- as expected, the new peer smelled like nothing but a cloud of bitter smoke. What looked to be a botched attempt at a cheetah from a nature documentary had reached Lua first, and Beck couldn't help but tilt his head childishly at his oddities. Weird, but nothing new. The same reptilian giant he met at an intimidated glance was besides them, too, and perhaps Beck cowered behind Bakugou at the sight of him.

    His attention, however, was soon drawn to the cart the others had flocked to, and while nearsighted eyes failed to discern the finer details of her stock, there were definitely shiny objects in the stash. He wouldn't mind adding more shiny treasures to his own collection -- Beck's interest deflated as he remembered that society bartered for goods. And shiny meant expensive. A rattle of a huff left the boy, peeking around Bakugou and squinting to look for anything that would be easy to swipe and hide if he needed to. There was a little box, one he recognized from various game nights once eavesdropped on, and was supposedly for cards. He didn't believe he had one of those yet. Hesitating, the poltergeist did his best to straighten from his slouch, lazily wave to the card deck's direction, and mumble out the side of his unscathed mouth to Lua, "How, um, how much does that thingy cost?" No, wait, he didn't have their money. "I mean -- what do I gotta give for it?" he corrected, rasping speech slurred as his broken jaw distorted his words.

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[Grey]

Bakugou wasn't originally interested in a 'mysterious box' just lying there, but when there was challenge which nipped at his bravery and worth, the male instantly becomes competitive. Simply hearing Lua's talk about the secretive contents which laid inside made him very, very curious with slanting hues burning with a desire to know. He doesn't believe in the woman's attempt to convince Marcellus that the box contained anything he wanted, but he was sure as heck curious, even to the point that he was beginning to nibble the bottom of his lip in discomfort. It probably just has a piece of paper, adorning the buyer as a fool for purchasing such an object, but the curiosity continues to gnaw at the back of his head, tapping uneasily at his skull. He doesn't, of course, want to admit how he suddenly feels about his box. He leaves it for the time being, half-hoping that the king cheetah would be stupid enough to purchase it. If not, he may have to wait until everyone cleared away and ask what the woman wanted to trade it for, knowing full well it could be a scam.

His returns his attention to the masks, twitching his nose as he glosses over their designs. "Any oni masks?" the male asks in a monotonous manner. He realises that his armour and weapons that he has in his hut, hung up on display, look as though they are missing something. Perhaps the added addition of a mask, a face glaring back at you, was needed to complete the set. He may not be obsessed with aesthetic, but he did have an eye for it.

[calliope]

  A dragon, huh? Well, this was certainly an interesting sight. It wasn't common for her to come across mythical beasts like that, and to say that she was thrilled to finally run into one was an understatement. The scene was made even more interesting when he pointed at a stuffed animal. Who would've thought that he was most interested in a stuffed toy of all things? Maybe he had kids or something.

  Or maybe he just wanted a stuffed toy. She wasn't here to question why people bought what she sold; it wouldn't make any difference to her anyway. "A stuffed toy, huh? Good choice," she commented, pausing almost as if she had to think over the price. Before she could answer, the next stranger, a ghost, had asked about what he could give her for the little deck of cards. He had the same question as the dragon.

"Ah, well I'm not picky. Just give me something interesting. It can be anything, from a half-used journal to a piece of fancy jewelry" she explained, "Although, I always enjoy objects with a bit of a story, you know? If you don't have that, anything else will suffice." She didn't want to lose customers by having an overly-restrictive trade market. She could just make up stories anyway if she got something random any of her customers had lying around. Although, thinking of stories, she realized she'd forgotten to tell anyone about them. Ah well, she'd say something if they decided to buy something. "Just go grab whatever you want to trade and come back if you don't have it - I'll wait." Her hidden eyes traveled over to the one with the cards. "speech And make sure to leave the item here." She'd been foolish before and lost items to someone who claimed that they'd be right back. Still, even if she got stolen from at this point, she had her own ways of dealing with them.

  Next up, the boy who had asked about the masks had been interested in purchasing one, an oni mask to be precice. Luckily, Lua had a couple lying around. She considered it important to know how to make masks with dramatically different styles, as well as ones from completely different cultures. It was the family tradition, and she wanted to draw as many people in as possible. Giving a nod, the wolf had moved over to one side of her cart, almost effortlessly finding a couple of oni masks she had lying around. One was clearly newer and more polished, while the other one had a more aged appearance. Whether the older appearance was on purpose or if it had really just been sitting around for so long was only something Lua would know.

  "Here's a couple I have!" she grinned, offering either of the masks to him. "If neither of them works for you, I can make a custom one," she added. Lua never wanted to lose business, and she found that offering custom stuff helped a bunch. After all, she never really knew what her customers truly wanted.

//sorry if this is all over the place; let me know if i need to fix/clairfy stuff!

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Though bed rest was necessary to help heal the shatter bone Silus was not one to follow orders so readily given, even from the one he called his teacher, following her in every way beyond what she thought best for his health. There was nothing good about him moving around, further aggravating the cuts upon his face and side, nor the sudden shift of bone as he moved too quickly, ribs and leg screaming at him to stop. Such would have been a smart move, however, and none might deem the Sage intelligent. For all of his abilities in herbs, his work with memory so he might make as few mistakes as possible, one to behold in a child with such a flighty mind, he was idiotic in acts of caring for himself in any meaningful way.

It had become a habit of his to wander the island, weaving through the thin trees and seeking any who might need his assistance, the familiar weight of his satchel, striking his side with each hopping step, grounding. Dark ears swivelled around and for a time Silus wondered at how good an idea it might be to approach, the murmur of voices around the strange one enough to speak of her already having business, but he was curious if nothing else. Slowly he moved closer, eyeing the masks Lua took out, a raised brow turned to Bakugou. The news of his forge was not one kept well, or might it be he had made no attempt and rather preferred others to come and seek his work, and so he wondered if it was some inspiration or apart of his own work.

“I'll take da mask 'e don' want, an da box,” gesturing with a flick of his head, it was difficult to do much with one arm lifted in a make-shift sling so the bone had time to set and heal properly, briefly thinking on what things he might have to give her in exchange. “Got sum knives, fer carvin, I don' need no more, bone charms, a few snake skins, an sum whale bone.” Listing off a few things he was willing to part with he hoped she would find something worthy of the items he wanted.