Roleplay

[center]This is a jump-in jump-out roleplay, meaning that you can come and go as you please. You can do pretty much anything you like, including opening your own stall(s). I am subbed, so there is no need to ping :) [rule] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43237279] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/432373/43237279_350.png[/img] [/url] “If you’re looking for a companion, look no further! I’ve got familiars from all over Sornieth available at cheap prices!” Kiyo announced, adjusting her stall sign. The assorted noises coming from all the familiars had been getting on her nerves, so the sooner they sold the better. Carefully rearranging her silks, Kiyo gazed around the stall. She was lost in thought, so didn’t notice the dragon come up behind her. [rule] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=30926282] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/309263/30926282_350.png[/img] [/url] Humming softly under his breath, Ripple placed the last batch of cookies down on the counter. He’d been up all night baking cookies and brownies for his stall, figuring out the best price to sell them for, and even drawing up a food placement chart. All he could do now was wait and hope that some hungry dragons would come along soon. “Get ya sweets ’n treats here!” he shouted. “I have a wide range that’s sure to suit even the pickiest of eaters!” [rule] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42961090] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/429611/42961090_350.png[/img] [/url] Mabli browsed through the racks of clothes, occasionally pulling something out and handing it to the dragon standing behind him. “No, no, maybe, defenitely not...” he muttered. “There! Go try those on and tell me what you think.” he exclaimed with a flourish. The bemused Bogsneak nodded and wandered off into a nearby changing cubicle. Mabli’s fashion stall had only just opened and already four dragons had purchased something. Smiling, he looked around for his next customer.[/center]

[center]@Solstices Are you subscribed, do I need to ping? [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42284281] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/422843/42284281_350.png[/img] [/url] [font=century gothic][size=4]His day and luck had been going downhill since he stepped foot on this market. He had almost tripped over other dragons' tails and had bumped into people more than five times; and to top it all off, he still hadn't found what he was looking for. He wasn't used to being in crowded places like this, and all the chattering and occasional yelling had been giving him a headache. He rounded a corner when he heard someone say something about familiars, and his head jerked towards that direction almost instantly. [i]'Thank the heavens- finally.'[/i] He fixed his gaze on a stall, where a Skydancer stood, the noises that the familiars where emitting clearly getting on her nerves, as she rearranged her silks. He approached the place quietly, tail swishing behind him, and silks flowing gently in the breeze. [b]"Greetings-"[/b], he said, as he announced his presence.

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40744511] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/407446/40744511_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [size=2]From his point of view near the ground, Kolb knew that simply flying would have been the ideal way of getting around, but the large burlap sack he carried absolutely forbade that he become airborne. So, he put on a brave face and attempted to march through the market on foot. He dodged feet of all sizes and got lost in the maze of stalls and bodies, trying to find some sort of authority figure that could give him some guidance, or perhaps a rule book someone left on the floor for easy access. Or, barring that, a good Samaritan that would take pity on him. He soon had enough of trying to avoid being stepped on, so he hopped up onto a stall to get some respite from the chaotic energy that the market seemed to radiate. Not that this was a bad thing. On the contrary, he was rather excited to have come to such a lively and populous place, but it was just a bit jarring after living in near isolation for so long. The woods that he resided in were just so [i]quiet[/i] in comparison, it made for an intimidating, and yet refreshing sight. A nice smell, accompanied by a call for freshly baked goods, struck him out of his inner monologue. He spied a Ridgeback setting out all manner of treats, and was blessedly unoccupied at the moment, but that wouldn't last. So Kolb rushed to the large dragon, hopping from stall to stall rather than trying to take the crowded paths. It was bound to be faster than [i]that[/i] deathtrap, even if he surprised some window shoppers. "Hey uh, 'scuse me, ma'am? Sir?" he called to the Ridgeback, then ducked his head immediately. "Smooth. The smoothest," he muttered to himself. "Sexual dimorphism is awful." He hurriedly cleared his throat while re-adjusting the large sack of supplies slung over his shoulder. "Uh, could you perhaps help me out a little? If it's not too much trouble? I just- I have a lot of things I'm carrying around and I'm hoping people might be interested in them. Maybe. I just need a little direction really quick."[/size] [size=2](@Solstices Sorry for the ping if you're subbed (;;^3^) )[/size]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42638652] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/426387/42638652_350.png[/img] [/url] It wasn't a great start to the market experience, Dancer had been yelled at for bumbling into another's stall, had her feather ornament stolen by a rogue familiar, and to sum it up, was knocked over by a clumsy Guardian. Why was it so hard to just find a place to stay the night in a foreign, crowded market?, Dancer mumbled to herself. Chaotic, just plain chaotic. Feeling rather like a lost sheep, she went forward to ask for directions from a moody tundra on the side of a store. 'Sorry to bother you sir, but would you happen to know where one could possibly find accomodations?' He snorted with scorn and shooed her off. 'Go bother someone else, I don't have the time to be dealing with you. Slightly perplexed, she made her way over to a outfit shop, run by a finely dressed coatl, serving a long line. Approaching the little store, her claws were caught in a stray piece of silken fabric, and...she tripped, right into the leg of the table in the store. [b]Holy stars it hurts.[/b][/center]

'Oh thank the gods, they're even more awkward than I am,' was Kolb's immediate thought before he giggled at the larger dragon's misfortune.

"Heheh, thanks, I'll get right to it. Oh, uh," the fae fumbled with his bag for a moment, reaching in to pull out a lantern nearly as big as he was. "I can give you this, as a thank you? Uh, here," he set it down on the counter and rubbed the back of his neck. "If it gives you trouble, come talk to me and I can switch it out for a different one. These things can get a little unpredictable sometimes. Not - not always though!" He waved his hands in front of himself, as though warding off the thought "They're usually pretty normal, but, y'know, gotta give a disclaimer and everything." He pat the lantern for good measure.

[center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=144344&tab=dragon&did=43362756][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/433628/43362756_350.png?mtime=W0dynQACpWo[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=144344&tab=dragon&did=34895818][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/348959/34895818_350.png?mtime=WzmyRAACEsw[/img][/url] Lenore strode through the market place with what seemed to be a sense of purpose. Her head held high as well as her tail. The rack of antlers groing from her head was a bit odd for a Coatl but she wore it like a crown atop a king. Every aspect of this black and white Coatl screamed Regal or Royal. The only thing that seemed a bit out of place from her regal output was the little purple Coatl hatchling that was curled up on her back between her wings. The noise of the market place roused the child and it stretched and yawned before nudging the back of Lenore's neck. "Rosie, you finally woke up. I was getting worried little one." Lenore's voice was soft and soothing as she leaned down to nuzzle the little Hatchling nestle on her back. "Are we here! is this the market place Momma talked about!" the purple Coatl hatchling asked excitedly as she looked around the bustling place. She took in the elaborate stalls and exotic familiars and clothes. all the different dragons she had never seen before and how small some were and how big others were. The little Hatchling was simply awestruck by everything. "Yes Rosie, this is the market place. and today you get to call the shots. so you tell me where you want to go, and we will go there. which Stall would you like to see first dear?" Lenore asked as she leaned down to nuzzle the excited hatchling again. Rose looked all over until she spotted another Purple coatl who seemed to be having a bit of trouble. "Momma, can we help that lady?" the little girl asked with such a worried expression that Lenore couldn't say no. "Of course dear." and with out another word, Lenore made her way over to the other female Coatl, "Are you alright Miss?" she offered her hand out to the stranger. [/center]

[center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/422843/42284281.png[/img] [font=century gothic][size=4]He smiled back at the Skydancer, as he made his way at the front of the stall, and took in all the familiars. There were so many of them; other smaller than the others, but all of them colorful nonetheless. He seemed surprised, and tore his gaze from the loud familiars to look at the female. [b]"Ah- you must have a large variety of creatures, considering a Nature Sprite is hard to find nowadays!"[/b], he finished, genuinely shocked. No one really had Nature sprites- or any sprite for that matter- for sale, except if you knew where to look. He shrugged off the thought, as he continued. [b]"I can't afford such a familiar though-"[/b], he said, tilting his head, [b]"but, thank you for the offer."[/b] He smiled warmly at the dragon, preparing his next choice of words. [b]"And yes, I am indeed interested in familiars, but maybe something a bit cheaper."[/b], he nodded in thought, bringing his tail to his side, so as not to be stepped on by the many passing dragons. [Subbed as well! :)]

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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21730129] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/217302/21730129_350.png[/img] [/url] [size=2][i]A Spiral excitedly scours through the market, flying above-head. His green-ish body seems to give off a faint shine, giving him the appearance of a large sentient ribbon. After taking a turn, he finally finds the stall he was looking for; frantically flapping his wings in an attempt to slow his fall, he crashes dramatically, almost knocking over merchandise on the way. Almost immediately after, [b]Ripple[/b] could see the Spiral's head perking up from behind the counter. [/i][/size] "Hey, Eig-" [size=2][i]His eyes widen for a moment, realising he probably got the wrong dragon there. His nose finally catches a whiff of the smell of cooking.[/i][/size] "Ohhhh Eigaar doesn't open a stall here anymore ? Couldn't show up last year, maybe something went on while I was away... Your stuff smells good though, what'd you make it with ? Did you just get that stall spot or two years ago ? What's the prices ? Do you know Eigaar ?" [size=2][i]As he went back to being airborne, he twisted and twirled into looping shapes while he started spouting several questions at once, too much for the Ridgeback or the Fae near him to keep up with.[/i][/size]