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Post by SILFARION LAFRENZE on Sept 9, 2011 1:12:04 GMT -5
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Shops. People. Everywhere. As busy a day as any other day. It was just a little bit past noon, with the sun hanging high overhead, and the many merchants returning from a brief lunch break. In the midst of the bustling crowds, was not a merchant, but a roaming wanderer, lost, as usual, but not at all phased or worried about it (for once). Instead, the stranger appeared to be performing a half-skip of sorts in his gentle gait, like a child would in a field. Only he was not a child, but the male did not appear to care, as he hummed a little tune, not under his breath, but luckily not at the top of his lungs either.
"Baa, baa black sheep, have you any wool~?" No one paid the minish any mind, nor did he, to his surroundings. He was just there, and if people decided to watch the childish man as he danced along his way, his tail, that which defined his race, lashing about in tune with him, then so be it. He had no problems with that either. There was a slight change in his pitch and tone, as he mimicked the response for his song. "Yes sir, yes sir, but not for you~"
"What?!" He stopped short, mid-skip, appalled at his own response, as if he had actually been holding a conversation with a sheep that denied him his wool. For a moment, his fists were clenched by his sides, until he threw both arms up in aggravation. "No wonder you're a black sheep!" Came a hasty bark, and at that, he turned to the crowd, certainly catching their ears with his rambunctious verge of tantruming, as he threw out an arm defiantly, pointing at Goddesses knew what. "Do you all not see!?" He implored, like a motivational speech-giver at a ceremony. "That this sheep is treasonous! Goddesses help!"
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Maytag
Oocca
angel in airwaves
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Post by Maytag on Sept 9, 2011 1:41:07 GMT -5
"Mistress~ I think there's a lunatic on the street, dood," chirped a talking penguin. It raised it's flipper as if pointing to the mad minish yelling out in the middle of the public watching as people passed him by. Not a single eye was met on the man as they all avoided eye contact from him. The Angel's Vassal was out today assisting its mistress on a light shopping spree. Oceanic optics peered over the shoulder as her long luscious blonde locks flowed elegantly over her shoulder. She blinked a few times blankly. An index finger tapped against her chin softly as Maytag tried to figure out what it was that her bird was talking about.
This was no time to be getting distracted with silly things happening in between shopping and browsing around. Maytag was on a mission, and she needed to see it through! She was on a hunt for one thing, and one thing alone: collectables. The little otaku made the journey out to Hyrule to find nothing but the rare, and hard to come by collections that shops tended to have. Hyrule Castle Town was one of the hotspots when it came to collecting and trading goods.
"Maytag here! How can I lend my assistance to you, my good sir?" she asked as she appeared in front of Silfarion. Totally ignorant, and oblivious to what her servant had just mentioned, she smiled a bubbly smile up towards the taller male. So much for staying on task of her mission.
Shrugging its shoulders, her vassal scooted on over by its mistress' side, moving it's peg-legs as quickly as it could not to get trampled over by the moving people.
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Post by SILFARION LAFRENZE on Sept 9, 2011 18:21:49 GMT -5
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"Maytag here! How can I lend my assistance to you, my good sir?"
As if his prayers had been answered, a tiny voice responded to the minish's desperate-sounding plea. At the sound of the light, gentle voice, his clear, earthen gaze shifted to find the source, only seeing the people from afar whispering amongst themselves in concern for the girl who had decided to so casually approach the crazed one. Would she be okay? Is she a fool? Both questions of worry and others of insult mingled in with each other, but that wasn't his problem.
After examining his surroundings further, the man was a bit distraught, that maybe his savior was but an invisible creature, unable to be seen. That is, until he realized that there had been a blue bow obscuring a modicum of his vision. That was when the cat-like male glanced down, and that was when he nearly fell over, died and gone to the heavens. Or became a poe. You know, whatever works.
For a moment, his mouth was slightly agape, giving the impression of a lovestruck fool, if not quite 'struck out of love', but of cute. Cutestruck? Regardless, within moments, the Minish looked on the verge of happy tears as he tried to throw his arms around the teenaged girl deemed Maytag, in a semi-glomp, luckily gentle enough so as to not knock her over like a bowling pin. "Never mind assistance! I've been blessed! By the most precious thing in the word! Holy askdjskla!" He was near-speechless, and the jumble of gibberish he almost half-squealed in the end was proof enough.
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