Come, Come! [Intro]

[Bakugoes]

♥ MAGS - PIED CROW - NON-BINARY ♥

    Out at the Floating Sea Town, it's a lovely day. The sun shines bright, occasionally hidden behind wispy clouds that are pushed by a cool breeze. A perfect day to visit (if you ask a certain bird).

    "Come, come! Mags the Merchant is in town; come see their wares! Come, come!" Flying in circles above the town, a black and white crow caws out to those nearby. In their talons is an oddly shaped structure weaved of sticks, bark, and feathers with a handle for easy carrying. It shimmers as the sun hits it- or more specifically, the assortment of necklaces, bracelets, circlets, and other such jewellery shimmers. Some of it is obviously scavenged from human wrecks, but there are also carefully made pieces composed of leaves, shells, beads, stones, and a plethora of other things.

    After flying around for a few minutes, Mags eventually lands down on a dusty perch towards the edge of the merchant's section. They set down their weaving of wares in front, then get cosy and wait. Someone is sure to come asking for their beautiful pieces, right?

[Tena M.]

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TENA MOONSPINNER
ELYSIUM
FORMER MAGNA
SAND DEMDJI

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The petite sand cat ran a small shop.  The homey building doubling as home and business.  Te's Tea and Tzai.  Tending to the garden on the rooftop, her ears perked at the sound of unfamiliar cawing.  Wares.  Ah.  A merchant then.

Her tail twitched behind her as she trotted down the stairs and out the front door, her good eye quickly studying the crow and their acclaimed wares.  Jewelry.  A shame.

Tena still smiled, head inclining to better adjust her view.  She may have been pretty she supposes, but her half-burnt face and covered-in-sand fur spoke more to her attitude about... Beauty.  She still smiled, though it was somewhat apologetic.  "Hey.  Name's Tena.  Sorry I'm not really one for accessorizing.  I like a good story though; where'd you fly in from, Mags?"

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© MADI

[sykes]

TELL HIM THE NIGHTMARES HAVEN'T STOPPED

tell him i'm not sure what is real and what is not

It was an oddly familiar scene. It reminded him at once that the Templar had been allies with a particularly nasty group, who too sold their wares, though they were never quite as pretty- in fact they appeared at most times almost crude, Loey hadn't been interested then, but the flashes of light against gold and silver had most certainly caught his attention, as indicated by his slow approach behind Tena.

Like the little sand cat, Loey had never been one for accessorizing without reason- of course, in his old body he'd had no eyes, only blackened, burnt holes, and that had been a different story- the mucky, cracked skull he'd worn over his face back then was less to show him off and more, in fact, to hide him.

He seated himself behind Tena, blinking slowly as he eyes the precious items and listened to the other two's conversation. Judging, perhaps, by the squint of his eyes and the kneading of his paws against the ground, he was trying to make up his mind whether he wanted something or not.

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