2020-10-18 Market Antics
Tough Enough
Participants: Rashid Clairine Maricela
Location: Tinsletown Marketplace
Date and Time: Oct 12, 2020- 3:14 pm
Summary: Rashid is trying to buy a longsword when the ladies decide to throw in some antics.
Maricela and Clairine descend the stairs together, the gold scaled pooka happily nattering on about something. On her shoulder is a tiny faerie dragon with its tail curled around Maricela's neck. "Yeah there has to be something here we dont need! Lets see."
Clairine's blue summer dress is 'so' not a mid-October but today's weather has allowed her to cling to Summer just a little longer. She half listens to Maricela as she descends the stairs beside her though the other half of her attention, and her brilliant emerald-green gaze, are focused on the large market before them.
"As long as you don't get us chased off, Mamacita!" She answers in her French accent.
It is the middle of the day at the market. The sun is high, it's loud. It's bustling. For one lone Eshu however, he has a particular need in mind and is why he is at one of the vendors selling some good ol' fashioned weapons. "What do you mean -I don't have the build for a longsword-?" He sniffs. "ffub m'I." He flexes. Which doesn't seem to impress anyone because Rashid huffs out a breath. "Well....phooey then!" He grumbles. "See if /I/ patron you with my money!" He steps away from the vendors with a frown. Well! Gotta try something else!
Maricela watches the interaction between the vendor and Rashid with a raised brow. Purely because she's a little shit, she marches over to the weapons. "Id like to see your longswords!"
Clairine disengages from Maricela at that point and moves to a spot where she can watch her companion's interactions while trying to mask the amusement that is quickly spreading across her face. She ends up stopping beside Rashid and she offers him a polite nod before nodding her head toward Maricela, "Watch. She will get that mean vendor back for you."
The vendor gives Maricela a scrunched look. The exoticness maybe is catching the grizzled looking Nocker a bit off. He eyes Rashid from afar and then looks back to Maricela. He leans down and pulls out a wrapped blade in a light cloth, unravelling it to show an expertly crafted longsword - even the blade is designed, no mere longsword for this stall. The sun catches some of the steel as it gives a reflective sheen. "I dunno if this blade is your bag, missy. You look more a Rapier-light sword type." He says.
Rashid looks to Clairine as she approaches. "Oh? What's she gonna do? I mean she doesn't -have- to do anything." He says, but looks to Maricela anyway.
Maricela looks at the selection, turning herself from one side to the other to show off her gold and green breasts. "Why not dont I have the body for it?" She is grinning ear to ear.
Clairine can't help but raise a finger to her lips as if to 'hush' Rashid before she settles in to watch Maricela once again. Her voice is a soft whisper, "I don't dare try to guess anymore with her."
The Nocker seems to color for reasons other than his temper. "More to fuckin' elegance than yer body type, miss." To show off, he shows off a brlliant rapier. Like the longsowrd, it is well-crafted and like most chimerical weapons the blade seems to catch the sun and give a trail behind it as if outlining where the blade 'cuts the wind'. "I think tis' far more yer wheelhouse."
Rashid gives Clairine a quizzical look and then shrugs. 'okie' he says wordlessly then looks back to the exchange.
Maricela looks irritated. "Hold on a minute," she puts her hands on her hips. "What have I got that he hasnt got. You there," she shouts to Rashid. "Get over here. Hey main, get over here and show off yer tits. Lets try this again!"
Clairine's hand rises to cover her mouth and stifle the pretty little giggle that emits as she watches Maricela's reaction to the old Nocker. When Rashid is beckoned, the siren drops her hand and reaches out to gently take his arm, if he'll allow. Then, if he will allow this, too, she'll gently push him forward and toward the vendor and her companion.
The Nocker seems unpeturbed. Must be his Grump nature. "What do -you- got? Muscle and form, missy." He says.
Rashid gets ganked! Politely so, but still, by Clairine. "'Ey!" He gets gently pushed up near Maricela and says. "Look! Nothing to be worried about! No reason to get miffed on my account!
The High Merchant is ignored. The Nocker points at the Eshu. "See? Look at 'im! Like you. Body of a dancer, eh? Not a knight or one made for fightin'." He nods, self-approving of his appraisal. Rashid meanwhile is getting exposed apparently to elegant, brightly colored tits which makes him look down at the ground. He even cups his pecs. Ahhhhh. He sees what is going on. They are using women fae-magic. Indeed.
Maricela says "No reason to get miffed? Your going to deny this scrawny bollywood guy a longsword because he's scrawny? What if his pockets are deep as hell. You didnt try to sell him the fancy rapier. Ju dont know how to make money or..." she grins at Clairine. "Your holding out for his tits well your gonna get em! Clairine...""
"S'il vous pla?t, pardonnez-moi!" Clairine expels in French before she is immediately coming up beside Rashid again and reaching for the bottom of his cotton button-up. "She will not stop unless we pander, Monsiour!" She offers apologetically as she attempts to tug that shirt up-up along with the dark tanktop worn underneath.
In all fairness, she is as strong as she looks (not very) and can be easily stopped from succeeding.
Rashid gets woman-handled. "AohW!" He says, batting Clairine away as she shimmies up his shirt. When things get all bundled up at the shoulders Rashid is indeed not a muscular being. But he is toned and what muscles he has are outlined. Not to mention the 'dancing Eshu' has several scars that dot along his front - one on the shoulder that curves toward his sternum and one that is nothing more than a circle the size of a nickel near his right hip. "Hey! I -charge- for this, thankyouverymuch."
The Nocker laughs at Rashid's misfortune. "See girl?" He gestures, for the well-titted Maricela, toward the non-muscular Eshu. "Need more mass to wield a blade like this, and the fucking Eshu didn't ask for no Rapier. Noooo. 'Longsword or no! Cuz I will be a knight!' He says." He laughs. "He can have a rapier, but I ain't gonna sell him' something that'll get him fuckin' killed." He nods, crossing his arms and seeming to entrench himself.
Maricela shrugs with mischief in her eyes. "How about a thankyou for the free nipple show. Your welcome! How much is that rapier. What if you could lick this guys nipples would that bring the price down. Pinching maybe or like wearing a diaper and nursing? Cmon lets haggle!"
Clairine is easily fended off and she offers Rashid an apologetic smile even as her blue cheeks seem to blush an ocean-green. Her gaze is almost shy and bashful before it is averted back toward Maricela, "Dragoncita! No, that is too much. You and your mischief." Her chest and shoulders tremble with barely contained giggles.
The Nocker doesn't seem to buy what Maricela is selling. "I wouldn't lick that if it was gold-encrusted." He spits. Even though there isn't anything metallic, there is a *ting* as if his spitoon hit a canteen somewhere. "The Rapier? 8 dross or 80 bucks. Your choice. But no longsword." The Longsword is thus put back where it was originally behind the counter. "You won't find this good a quality elsewhere this side o' the Rockies."
Rashid jerks his top and vest back into position - up to and including tucked the shirt back into his pants. Because presentability! That's Rashid's game. Rashid gives Clairine a look that makes him bashful, adjusting his hat and stepping off to the side to make sure he can see -everyone- in this little party.
Maricela looks up as though disappointed. "Well ok I guess you can sell that longsword to someone else. Your really bad at this main," and you," she looks accusingly at Rashid. "Keep yer shirt on there are childlings about!" She shakes her head and looks to Clairine. "You hungry?"
"Oui. I certainly am now." Clairine replies with another shy glance toward Rashid. She turns those beautiful, emerald-green eyes back toward Maricela and smiles sheepishly. "Seafood?"
Rashid opens his mouth to retort, looking at Clairine, and then closes his mouth. It wouldn't matter anyway. "Yes'm." He says. "But..I'll take the Rapier." He seems dejected, but the antics seems to have burned out his steam. He pulls out a giant wad of cash and counts, then shoots a fistfull of bills to the Nocker. "There ya go! 80 bucks. With tax!" He says.
The Nocker, grumbling, snatches the bills and sets a scabbard and belt next to the blade. "There. Either keep the tits flashin' to draw customers or move along."
Rashid grabs the rapier and scabbard and bundles it against his chest. "Siiiiick. Thank you sir!" He gets to putting it around his waist while the ladies discuss where to eat.
