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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 26, 2020 5:45:41 GMT -6
A fine leather jacket. A white blouse with an inordinate amount of lace. Low slung sunglasses, perched on the tip of an aquiline nose. Pants that were tight, but not too tight. Or so she thought. A long, fluffy black tailed and constantly perked pointy ears. This was, without a doubt, one Fiera Ferella. Despite her literally elevated position, poised on the back of her savannah thundergug, she was actually here for much more mundane reasons. Fiera Ferella was... grocery shopping. Yes, despite her constant assertions otherwise, Fiera's life since coming to the labs had been overwhelmingly normal, despite her sordid history. Wake up, do errands, do some work, eat, sleep, repeat. There was that brewing discontent a few months back, with some whispers of war, but even that hint of interest seemed to have shriveled up by now- Fiera couldn't even find the ones she had associated with the resistance movement by now. Fiera 1 Desert 24.1/24.1
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 26, 2020 7:36:41 GMT -6
The location of the day was a farmers market, filled with dozens of stalls and booths, decorated with hand made banners, raw wood stands and fanciful colors. The booths themselves were stuffed to the brim with every variety of fresh food and odd objects, all of them suitably priced for the effort put in to create them- though Fiera haggled relentlessly for them items regardless, even though she had the money to pay for them. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular- she got by well enough, but she wasn’t exactly rolling in so much dough that she couldn’t afford to buy everything here. Perhaps a few groceries here, a cute knick knack there. She quietly jangled her little silken coin purse, perusing the stalls with her sharp green eyes, as if she were a connoisseur of whatever was being sold there, even if she had never seen it before in her life.
Fiera 2 Desert 24.2/24.2 2
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 26, 2020 7:41:55 GMT -6
Needless to say, Fiera wasn't... their FAVORITE customer, considering that haggling wasn't strictly allowed in the fair and she was ridiculously snooty and overblown. The thundergug didn't help, either. He was by far the largest creature in the market, a walking wall. He was just as colorful as the stalls, with his dull orange hide and multi colored frill, so in a way, he fit in. In every other way though, he stuck out like a sore thumb. The aisles between the stalls were only slightly wider than him, forcing people to either hug close to the stalls if they wanted to get past him, or get rudely shoved out of the way by his giant head as he moved. It wasn't like anything could push him around. He had already managed to nearly trample a child with her shiku, sent an unruly cave vulticus into a barking fit, and scared a stall full of hand reared orbaru half to death.
Fiera 3 Desert 24.3/24.3 3
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 26, 2020 7:46:10 GMT -6
And there was Fiera, delicately perched on a light blue soft saddle and no reins to speak of, quietly giving instructions to turn at certain intervals, and looking to all the world like she wasn't paying attention in the slightest. (When really, she was greatly enjoying watching people scuttle before her. She missed people fleeing in fear at the sight of her. It was a welcome emotion.) Inevitably, people were miffed at her- but who was going to argue with the woman piloting a giant, easily enraged, multi-ton beast? Certainly not the owner of the heirloom apple cart, who suddenly found themself missing several apples as the cart caught Desert's eye as he paced by. He was an herbivore after all, and he hadn't had any tasty treats since his last training session. Fiera simply pretended not to notice his antics. They made a good team, to say the least.
Fiera 4 Desert 24.4/24.4 4
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 26, 2020 7:52:35 GMT -6
Most stall owners were keeping their heads down, hoping she wouldn't park her massive beast in front of their stall. That would block out all other customers from making their way in, and would force them to interact with her and only her- which they guessed (correctly) would be a very bad time. The various city guards meandered about, shooting her dirty glances, but pets WERE allowed in the market and she wasn't technically breaking any rules (which she looked up, printed out, and memorized in detail before coming today), so they couldn't really say anything to her. Finally, much to that booth's owner's horror, some products on sale caught her eye. She made a tutting noise, patting Desert on the back before trilling "Stop, dear!". Desert grumbled and slowed to a stop, eyeing the fancy cabbage cart he was next to. It's owner nonchalantly stepped in between him and their wares, just in case.
Fiera 5 Desert 25.0/25.0 5
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 26, 2020 7:57:23 GMT -6
The feline humanish dismounted and gently slid down the side of her thundergug's back, and gave him a comforting pat on the head before entering the store. "Be good, Desert!" She said, and Desert just grunted in response. He wasn't making any promises, and Fiera wasn't really expecting him to. She pushed open the half-closed curtain to the stall, and took a proper look around. Every one of the mesh walls was covered in a variety of colorful scarves. They were all gauzy and light, so thin that they could probably be bundled to the size of a golf ball if you were trying hard enough. Fiera absentmindedly wondered how many she could lift from this place before she was caught. If she was still that kind of person, that was. Regardless, the answer was probably about five if she kept the shopkeep distracted, but that wasn't what she came in to do.
Fiera 6 Desert 25.1/25.1 6
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 26, 2020 8:01:53 GMT -6
Each scarf was delicately dyed in a variety of patterns, present in every color of the rainbow and perhaps even some colors that weren't. She gently ran her hands through them- they were wonderfully soft, and would go just perfectly with her outfit. All she had to do was figure out which one of these would work BEST. A glance at the price tags revealed that she really did have to pick just one, yikes, what were these scarves MADE of. Or was it the dye that made them expensive? She yanked one off of the wall to take a closer look, only to be interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind her. She turned around, one eyebrow raised. "E-excuse me ma'am." Said the voice, presumably from the proprietor of the establishment, which she recalled had the words "Amalthea's Scarf Oasis" printed on the front, on it's own piece of hand dyed fabric.
Fiera 7 Desert 25.2/25.2 7
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 26, 2020 8:06:23 GMT -6
Fiera looked the shopkeeper up and down with an eye just as suited to judging people as it was to judging items. The shop owner in question was a young ungulate with the THICKEST glasses she had ever seen, making her watery blue eyes seem so gigantic that she more resembled a mouse than a deer. Tiny, nub-like horns poked from beneath her hairline. And yeesh, her hair. It was the worst bowl cut she had ever seen. Maybe not ugly on other people, but Fiera would never be caught dead in such a look, therefore she hated it. Her outfit was made of the same light fabric as her scarves, and while it was attractive on some level, Fiera thought it was far too baggy on her. It made the young woman look like she was drowning in her own clothing, lost and adrift in a sea of fabric.
Fiera 8 Desert 25.3/25.3 8
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 26, 2020 8:14:37 GMT -6
The young unglate woman finally spoke up, her hands clasped around each other, her voice high pitched and quiet. "Please don't take the scarves down, and especially not with that... level of force. They're quite delicate. If you need help finding anything, I would be happy to help you." She said. Fiera stepped closer, raising and eyebrow and making it clear how much taller she was than this person. She could swear she saw the stall owner's knees trembling, but she still stood her ground. Distantly, Fiera could hear a crunching noise and a dismayed cry coming from the direction of the cabbage stall next door. "...Very well. You're Amalthea, correct?" Fiera said, her face completely calm but allowing a sneering note to enter her voice. Amalthea cleared her throat again. "Yes, that's me. This is my shop." She said, emphasizing the 'my' as much as her tiny voice would allow.
Fiera 9 Desert 25.4/25.4 9
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 26, 2020 8:18:17 GMT -6
Fiera quirked an eyebrow. Perhaps there was a spine hiding somewhere in that tent of an outfit after all. She spun around on one heel, flinging the scarf over her shoulder for Amalthea to catch. The woman stumbled toward it, flailing wildly to catch the piece of fabric before it could float down onto the dirty, unpaved ground. "Very well!" Fiera said, holding her hands up. "I am looking for. The PERFECT accessory to my outfit. This specific outfit. And I couldn't help but notice your beautiful array of-" She lowered her voice, grumbling to herself. "Very expensive..." She returned to her previous, haughty tone. "-Scarves! Surely such a discerning lady as yourself can help me find the perfect item to take home today." She said, and looked back over her shoulder at Amalthea, who now had the scarf clutched to her chest, peering out at her front behind her glasses. "...Correct?"
Fiera 10 Desert 26.0/26.0 10
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Post by Renathan on Jan 26, 2020 18:25:13 GMT -6
You have rolled a success! Your QP has been placed in the bank. You may continue roleplaying if you wish!
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