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(Loyalty Is,) The Great Spider Bazaar
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The Hedge is a fantastical place. The closer the three Elementals and the Wizened Anatole come to where the former told the latter the Great Spider Bazaar had settled, the more the Smith notices the Hedge picked clean. The ambient sounds are absent, and a greater density of silken threads build and builds until the familiar sights of thatch and bramble have been subsumed by webbed cocoons.
Then like a rippling of the air, between one breath and the next Anatole sees hundreds of chitinous legs, towering up and up and up. The arachnid body found a home closer to the sky then the ground below.
The Smith sees the trapezes that Red had mentioned, silken banners, acrobatic skitterskulks, dancing between wires landing between platforms, moving at the great chitin legs move.
Yellow and Red shove the cart into the line, while Blue takes the lead. There seems to be a toll, and a pulley operated elevator, leading all the way up to the Great Beast's back.
Anatole switches the axe from one shoulder to the other.
He nods towards the front of the line.
"Whats the price?" He asked flatly.
But his attention was really wandering... being drawn to the great arachnid that towered above them.
As the line moves at a steady pace the Elemental Trio push their cart along, whatever's underneath, Anatole know that he hears the soft tink of glass hitting glass as the cart moves.
Yellow is has fallen to silence, glowering at those around them, while Red seems to be craning his body ever which way to take in the sights. It's Blue who answers the Smith.
"Nothing serious dwarf. Just Glamour." he says, a wry smile upon his lips, "And an agreement that violence wont break out atop the Spider's back." the stress upon the word shows just what sort of agreement Blue was alluding too.
Was it chance or perhaps fate that had brought her here? She couldn't truly remember what had drawn her to this place at this point it time, had it been the whispers from those she last met when dealing with the hedge? Had it been a coincidence, curiosity or was there some other forces at play here? Nevertheless something had drawn her to this place at this point in time, never really having attended a grand market always just small temporary ones and even the lonesome merchant or perhaps the servant of one? No way to tell in this twisted world really nor did it really matter in the end something had drawn her here now that was the fact.
Standing in the line when suddenly noticing the autumn dwarf, why hadn't she noticed him before? It must be the nerves right a place like this had many wonders and marvels to see not to mention it was a scary place.
Bending down to get to a good height to match the dwarf before giving him a warm hug from behind.
"Ohh I am glad that someone I can recognize is here as well"
They hadn't officially spoken before but the presence of a familiar face was always calming to have around.
Equipment
Purse - simple not one of her more valued/cherished ones (the hedge is dangerous)
Small shield on her back
Lockpicks
Mirror
Sewing gear - (various, sheer's, thread's, needles, measuring tape, a couple of buttons, seam ripper)
Hair/bobby pins in her purse and hair
Zippo lighter
A lockpad
Choker hedgespun and ankle hedgespun items, the anklet hidden by her clothes.
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A weeping, ice sculpture in a simple white dress approaches the queue. Glassy eyes take in the webbing where bramble and thorn should be.
By some strange coincidence Angel happens to stand in line behind the succubus and the dwarf. Eyes trace the figure of the bent over Yamiyo before pouty, crystalline lips part.
"A good day for bargains I hope."
Anatole found his attention snapping back to the elementals with their cart. His lip curled and he found one of his eyebrows rising. The smile he wore had a dangerous edge.
"Is that so..."
The sudden embrace caught the wizened completely off guard and unprepared. To be embraced went even beyond his capacity for imagination. Even before his Durance, the person who would be Anatole had been cold and distant. His Durance had shaped him in other ways: crushing his body and chaining him to the heat of the forge. He had never been touched; never manhandled; he had just adapted to his brutal environment.
Anatole stiffened and turned, his mouth agape. Flustered beyond thought, he could only stare into the Romancer's subtly shifting visage. And make inarticulate, startled, sounds. Until...
"Ah! Eh! Er! Yeah... Hi. Hi. Hi!"
He did not know how to respond.
"Um. Yeah. Good to see you. You hear for business too?"
He blurted after another long pause. Still not moving to respond: he neither fought agains the embrace, nor reciprocated.
It was unclear if he was talking to Yamiyo Lillich or Angel .
Red chortles as the Succubus reaches down to embrace the dwarf. Offing Yamiyo a winsome look when his laughter dies done. He stands at the head of a cart with his inverted twin, both have hair of fire, and eyes of embers. However one is warm toned and the other cold.
There is a third attached to the rear of the cart, a man of lightning and steam, and wood burns.
The three's Mantles are this, Chilled wind, whipping flames. Lightning sparked leaves. Blacks, and browns and oranges fallen on the ground.
The line moves forward, and more Hedge dwellers fall into the line. A tall, figure with legs to match the Bazaar, robbed in fine spider-silk, with far-far too many eyes, scoffs, looking Angel up and down. "And what have you to bargain with?" the spidery man's retinue laughs as he dose.
From the head of the line, Red and Blue pull the cart up to the booth, easily paying their Glamour cost with Yellow stepping forward for the same. Easily promising "To not shed blood atop the Great Spider," though, for those paying attention, there is no calling of the Wyrd to bind this promise.
With easy practised motions, the Elemental Trio, move their cart to the lift, and wait for it to bring them up, up, up, atop the Great Spider Bazaar.
"Next!"
If the Lost are quick, they might catch the same lift, keeping an eye upon the trio, but if they are not, they might loose the Elementals among the many varied persons upon the Spider's back...
Still holding on to Anatole, whispering in his ear.
"I know that we aren't friends nor what your prior affairs are or if there is anything going on but if you need my assistance or to do anything here just guide my way and I shall be on thy side."
Quickly releasing him, turning around and pulling Angel close.
"Danger lurks all around, I do not know you're experience here but i suggest we follow our dear Anatole and does as he wants for now if for nothing else so does he have an Axe and that makes me feel safe."
Looking down at Anatole.
"So lead by example and we will follow until we can talk in calm Anatole."
The frozen sculpture offers Anatole an innocent smile. "Business and Pleasure are often one and the same. There's nothing that will keep this Angel from a great bargain." Greed flashes behind crystalline eyes at the thought of sweet, sweet deals.
The scoffing spider gets a pose in response from the figure all too familiar with leering eyes. Perfect lips part and a haunting voice like a wind through a flute made of ice sings out.
"The presence of beauty for a moment drawn long, or have you heard the phrase "bought it for song" "
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The haunting voice whistles out in response to Yamiyo. "Of course, lead the way, but let's catch this lift!"