Fried Boshter
Tenebrae - Wednesday, March 12, 2014, 6:04 PM
-=--=--=--=--=--=<* A07: Local Alexandria Market District *>-=--=--=--=--=--=-
Just west of the Northern Highbridge and east of the arena, commerce blooms. Noisy and bustling, most anything may be purchased here for a price. Vendors from all cultures sell their wares from exotically colored carts, and the smells of different nations and far-off city-states mix with local ones from Alexandria and its riverbanks.
For all its commerce, visitors are advised to keep hold of their purses. Even the merchants possess a certain, cunning look. Most are positioned at carts or stalls as opposed to a formal storefront, with trade here being mobile, and visiting from all parts of the world.
Though the quality of goods suffers here compared to Upper Alexandria, the options are more diverse. Too, the oversight of the Watch is slightly less, and during times events are held at the Arena, chaos abounds. After dark, the square becomes a hangout for bards and other entrepreneurs whose business is best conducted by night; the shadows at the edges of the square often contain furtive figures engaging in their own brand of business.
Mikilos wanders the stalls of the market, idly looking over the new items being offered, now that a warmer season is more a promise than a hope.
And Boshter is bounding down the street past the Fernwood. Always bounding is Boshter. Cheerfully, even.
Zoob bounces out of the Fernwood, backwards, talking at a high rate of speed to someone inside. "And that's why a panther can't climb up trees backwards, because their claws are not... " the door finishes closing. "POINTED THE RIGHT WAY!" He finishes by shouting at the closed door, then spins around, ears flapping. "Well. I told her!" He looks around at the street.
Mikilos hesitates. A Boshter to one side, a Zoob to the other... typically he's able to avoid dire situations like this. "...erm. Greetings and salutations!"
Myrana comes walking down the street, not looking where she's going. There's a list in her hands that looks like it must be-- oh, it is fluttering on past her skirts, how about that? It must be a reciept, or the world's comically longest shopping list. She's reading it intently and her brows are furrowed, lips moving silently.
Zoob scampers up to the man who spoke, wide green ears waving. "Hi! I'm Zoob, Gobber musketeer and airshipman extraodinair! I'm so pleased to meet you, you're Sildayar right? What's that like? Someone once told me that Sildanyar are just like humans that don't eat enough but I don't think that's true, if you don't eat enough you just die, don't you think?"
"MYRNAA!" Boshter has spotted her, of course, and is veering towards her. "I AM SO SORRY!" He tells her. "PLEASE DO NOT LIGHTNING BOLT ME."
This is all said very loudly. SO there are witnesses if Myrana does, in fact, blast him.
Mikilos blinks as he's approached by a hyper goblin. This... isn't quite the reason he was concerned, but perhaps it should have been. "...Mikilos Mithralla, Builder Arcane. Yes I am. It's much like anything else, subjectively speaking. Not true. And typically yes, but not in my specific case." And then Boshter is distracting. Boshter does that. A lot.
Zoob pays no attention to Boshter. "Builder Arcane, does that mean you make magic things? I need a magic gun, once I've got enough money for one, do you do things like that? Of course there was that nice human lady who said she did, but it's always good to have options I think. Like when you are about to fall off an airship I always like to be tied on and also to be near something to grab onto, and maybe also be able to fly. Egalrin have it so luck, don't you think, what with not having to fall?" The Gobber talks at a great rate of speed, barely pausing to breathe.
"Whuh...? Oh," Myrana narrows her eyes. "Hello, MISTER BOSHTER. Lovely day, isn't it? I was just out at the flea-market getting prices on furniture."
Elycia walks quietly through the Alexandrian market quietly, and looks about for a few things. Mostly she's just looking for something to catch her eye and she can gawk at it for a while. Then something is organe and moving....and it's boshter. "Oh brother." She mutters to herself. Well, something caught her eye. It wasn't what she wanted to catch her eye, though......blast it.
"Very lovely day, Myrana! Ha ha ha ha!" Boshter says this in a very stiff way. Nervous way. Like he knows that Myrana could, in fact, electrocute him. TO DEATH. With a snap of her fingers. She probably could. He looks around for a moment, then says, "Did Finneous confirm my story? Poor Finneous.
Mikilos blinks at Boshter, but grins and waves to Myranna. "If you're looking for something specific, let me know. Can likely fashion something without too much trouble." Glancing to Zoob, he replies. "Yes it does. Yes I do, amoung others. Egalrin fall, just are better able to slow themselves. Only some are strong enough to fly properly." He's really quite good with following the stream of chatter.
Zoob turns to see where the man is looking. "That's good to know, about the gun. And of course I know most Egalrin can't actually fly, but when you don't want to die falling slowly can be just as good. Almost. Sometimes. Okay, so it's not the same, but they are still lucky. Of course Gobbers are better, because, never mind, you dont care." Zoob appears to be having a rare moment of self-awareness. "I'm sorry, I hope I'm not bothering you. Did you want to go talk to those people over there? I don't mind at all."
Elycia trots her way over to Mikilos and Boshter, snerking at the sight of BOshter as usual. "Hello Boshter. Still trying to hug people?" She says before waving to Mikilos. "Hi shorty."
Myrana waves a hand irritably in response to Mikilos' greeting. The long strip of paper flutters ridiculously. "So it was Finneous? Hello Mikilos-- Boshter broke all my furniture and apparantly handed the payment to someone other than the person who /owned/ all that furniture and now has to /replace it/."
Myrana says, "You don't happen to know where Finneous might be right now, do you?"
"No. I do not know where he is. He is not there?" says Boshter, cofused. "Uh, yes. I did that." Sheepish. "He told me it was all insured and he was very happy to take my gold! I was very enthisiastic!" When isn'y Boshter very enthusiastic?
Mikilos chuckles softly, but nods to Zoob. "You're not, and while I do, I really should be going." Nodding to Myrana, he shrugs. "If you really want, I can scry him out. But I rather doubt will help much. Anycase, I need to get back to the shop. Stop by later if you deside you want him found regardless."
Rayne walks through the market, she pauses to look over one of the bows and she pauses there to linger upon it before moving onward slowly. She looks slowly around and she comes forward to a bake cart, where she buys a pastry and continues along the way to window shop.
"Goodbye, Mikilos! If this is the last time I ever see you, know thatit is because Myrana has lightning bolted me. To death!" HE looks up and down the street.