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To the weapons shop!

Who: Lloyd and ANYONE who wants to join
What: Lloyd goes shopping. :x
When: After this post.
Where: The shops
Summary: Lloyd heads to the shops to find him some clothes, a weapon, as well as medical and other needed supplies.
Rating: PG

If Lloyd had any other option, any at all, he would have not chosen to brave the cold like this. As it was, he was unarmed, very poorly clothed and trapped in an unknown world--remaining inside would have accomplished nothing. Besides, the pesky dragoon had broken the door and so it was not as if he would be any warmer in there than he would be here.

The winglie continued on through the snow, teeth chattering as he trekked down the icy streets. It was a good thing he had thought to make his mocking announcement before he had left, it would have done little good to have chattered incomprehensibly throughout the message. Lloyd gritted his teeth as if to fight off the cold as he ran over the necessary supplies he needed to find. Boots, were one, suitable attire another, medicinal items ~~not for any specific purpose, of course~~ the third, and a weapon the last.

The king's lance was no good to him, but far be it from Lloyd to give it back.

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"Cold, isn't it?" Caesar called out as he closed the door behind him, stomping his feet to get the circulation going. He dug his hands a little deeper into his pockets,and lengthened his stride a bit to catch up.

He glanced up at the stranger, appraising him. He looked like a warrior... and he looked unhappy, to say the least. Whatever, Caesar thought. He had plenty of things to do, and getting to know his compatriots was always near the top of that list.

Lloyd was tempted to snarl at the observational human that joined him, but ultimately the winglie decided otherwise. He was already freezing, he did not need to waste any more more time in the snow than what was necessary. Starting a fight would do that.

"So it is."

So rather than give into temptation, the silver-haired man only nodded as he continued on, wings and upper body angled expertly to allow him more speed. Before he was brought to this world he had been made for the skies, taking away his sky did not mean he could forget the flight.

"So how long have you been here?" Caesar asked, fighting to keep up. The air was cold enough that it made his eyes water, and he drew one hand out of the relative warmth of his pockets to wipe them.

"The name is Caesar, by the way. What's yours?"

"A few days, at most," came the reply just as the shops came in sight. Thank the heavens, the winglie had never been fond of the cold even when he was dressed for it, wearing only what the Malnosso had dressed him in just made matters worse. If the fates were with him, he could possibly find something suitable to wear to change this.

"It's Lloyd."

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"Ah." Caesar blew into his cupped palms, equally grateful for the sight of the shops before them. "Well, nice to meet you, Lloyd; would be better under different circumstances, I suppose, but I'm sure we'll make the most of what we've got."

He stomped a few more times, this time to shake the snow from the tread of his shoes. "And what was your world like?"

Edited 2007-12-20 04:39 (UTC)

Lloyd had to let out a soft hiss as his feet hit the landing of the nearest shop. The distance traveled had not been far, but even so the soles of his feet were numbed and raw. It would not be joyous wearing boots for a while, but then again, Lloyd had suffered far worst. The swordsman shook his head, shaking out his wings before folding them once more and stepping in the shop.

"Very large with many monsters and humans," Lloyd answered simply. There was so much more he was leaving out, but it did not matter so much. The human boy was only making conversation, it was doubtful that the winglie's words held much value.

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Caesar followed him inside, tapping his shoes on the door frame. "Blessed warmth," he muttered. "I thought my wings would fall off." As if to emphasize, he stretched his wings out and fluttered them a few times, scowling as clumps of snow scattered on the floor below.

"Sounds pretty similar to mine," Caesar said, turning back to Lloyd. "Give me a minute," he said, grinning as he shuffled over to the shopkeeper. The two were quickly engaged in a quiet conversation, in which Caesar gestured widely with his hands, and repeatedly pointed to a large box of decorations near the door.

True to his word, after a few moments, he returned to where Lloyd stood. "Sorry about that; I'm trying to get people involved in the festival decorations. Speaking of that, if you're interested, there's plenty of stuff left to strew around town."

He picked out a warm-looking coat, draping it over his arm. "So," he said, "what did you do back home?"

Edited 2007-12-20 07:42 (UTC)

((Mind if I jump in? ♥))

Stella herself was also searching for decorations, and also things she could use to perfect her storytelling act. Since her teriques was weakened considerably, she couldn't use it in the way she really wanted to, and so, she'd have to use other methods. The thing she was strongly considering was magic, and not the kind in her world, but magic tricks. Showing up in a different outfit in less than a second, disappearing, flashy movements, that's what she needed to awe the people of Luceti. Of course, she knew that not everyone would like her method, but that was alright.

She hadn't been looking for too long when she heard two voices, one being very familiar while she didn't recognize the other at all. Taking one last look at the tricks that the shelves offered, Stella turned to the front of the store and leaned around one of the racks of fabrics to get a good look at the customers there. At the sight of Caesar talking and gesturing wildly, she couldn't help but smile. It was strange how fond she had grown of the teen in such a little amount of time, though, luckily, it wasn't the same kind of affection that she felt for Senel. The other man, though... She could tell just by looking at him that he was one of the stoic types that was really hard to get along with. There were several people like that in her village that she still managed to be friends with, so the newcomer didn't intimidate her at all.

Just as she was about to step out and make her presence known, however, Stella realized that Caesar was engaged in a conversation with the other man. And so, she kept to where she was, even deciding to go back to her magic tricks. She'd be able to talk to them later.

Caesar paused mid-sentence, sensing movement in his peripheral vision. He turned his head curiously, and caught a splash of blonde hair moving beyond the racks.

Familiar... he thought, the name coming to him with sudden clarity. "Stella?"

Ah, she was caught! Stella really didn't want to interrupt the conversation between Caesar and the other man, but now that she was discovered... She let out an amused sigh before leaned around the rack of fabrics again, giving them both a friendly smile. "Caesar! So we finally meet face to face."

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Ah, forgotten at last, Soa didn't hate him after all. The swordsman ignored the two prattling children and began to make his way around the shop. As he did so, though, Lloyd found himself growing increasingly bemused at the items he found.

Nothing here was following a logical path... Shops usually tended to sell only one type of supply and everything related, yet everything here was more of a bazaar. Clothing, weaponry, carpentry... Lloyd shook his head and froze, eyes catching sight of his clothing neatly folded on a shelf with his boots and his cloak...

What. In. Soa's. Name.

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Caesar grinned impishly. "Yeah, finally," he echoed, taking her hand in his and shaking it warmly.

He gestured to his companion, who had started to go elsewhere. "H-hey! Lloyd, this is Stella -- whom I would consider a good friend even if this is our first time meeting in the flesh. Likewise, Stella, this is Lloyd, whom I happened to find roaming about the streets."

Stella shook his hand in return and gave him a soft smile, then turned to the man who had wandered away from them. Instead of letting Lloyd come to them, she stepped towards him, a curious look on her face as she noticed him staring down at something. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lloyd. Ah... are those your clothes?" She asked as she pointed down to the clothing that seemed to be Lloyd's size.

Not so forgotten then. A scowl formed on his face as he turned to both girl and boy.

"Yes, and I would like to know why it is being sold." If looks could kill, the shopkeeper would have been struck down from where he stood. What other possessions of his did the shop hold and what would the fool running this place done if Lloyd had not come here at all?

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"Except for the fact that no one is selling anything here." Caesar covered his face with his hand to hide his rolling eyes. "This is where everyone's stuff ends up," he said quietly. "It's a lot less like a shop, and more like a lost-and-found with benefits. What benefit does this person gain by giving them away?" Hopefully, Lloyd would see reason.

He smiled and gave a little wave to the shopkeeper, as if to convince him that no one was going to die today, least of all him. "If you were to ask, of course, he would tell you the same thing he told me; that they are here when he wakes, and this way he can get them back to the people they belong to. This place even goes far enough to replicate patterns; so if you want multiple copies of your favorite outfit, you're set." Caesar shrugged. "At worst, someone might take a liking to your jacket and get one for themselves."

"Caesar is right." Stella accompanied that with a nod, continuing to explain as she gestured, though the movements seemed small compared to Caesar's wild ones earlier. "When I first came here, I found my clothes and my quill all tucked away neatly in a corner. The shopkeeper made sure that no one else could see it unless they were looking close."

She then moved her arm in a sweeping motion as she pointed to the things in the shop. "These are simply things that have been here for a long time now." At the sight of the Hitachiin's brand of clothing taking up the racks, she scowled faintly, yet continued, "Or things that other people contributed."

((First time meetings are ALWAYS boring. D: And the order is fine by me as well!))

Lloyd, never one to graciously accept a mistake (especially in the eyes of others), turned his sharp gaze to the boy. "Oh, forgive me. Because it was not implied that by calling this a shop that the items within would be sold. How foolish."

Not bothering to respond any further to any of their attempts to explain, Lloyd then turned to gather his items ~~thank the heavens, his gloves were still there.~~

[]

Caesar could almost feel the hostility rolling off Lloyd in waves. He kept his expression carefully neutral, refusing to rise to any bait. With a lazy shrug, he returned with a soft "well, that's the least of your worries around here."

As soon as Lloyd turned, Caesar stuck his tongue out at him, then winked at Stella conspiratorially.

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