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Post by absolutionbot on Dec 31, 2008 22:40:25 GMT -5
One of the few pleasurable things that Den was able to do in this city was go to the farmer's market once a week. The produce was fresh, tasty, and (from what he could tell) free of any sort of poison, which was more than he could say about the various small grocers within the Red Sector where he lived. It was a bit of a walk, especially hauling back the produce, but it was well worth it.
He smiled wide as he paid the aging farmer for the fruits and vegetables he now had in his cloth bags. His thoughts drifted happily to thoughts of today's lunch and dinner, not noticing that the yakkow he was walking past seemed to be irritated in some way. It stomped at the ground, swaying its head from side to side, all the while the owner tried to calm it.
With a loud whine, the yakkow charged, breaking free of its tether. The ones who noticed let out yells of panic and of warning. Den, however, was not one of those that noticed. He also happened to be straight in the crazed animal's path.
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Post by ChibiJaime on Jan 6, 2009 0:08:44 GMT -5
What a pleasant day it was to be out and about. The lovely proprietor of the Catat's Fancy was having a good day indeed, her beloved Tamora perched on her shoulder in the shade of her parasol, both beast and master completely ignorant to the many stares passed their way. Nichayla enjoyed this sort of thing. The looks filled her with pride and further reinforced her already-present knowledge of her own attractiveness... and almost distracted her from the sound of a yakkow braying and stampeding at a poor passerby.
Well, that was something she could not just let pass! It would ruin a perfectly lovely day to see someone get trampled to death by an angry beast, and so, she decided that it simply would not do to do anything but act. Letting Tamora hop to a nearby tree for safety, she drew in a deep breath, and quickly headed into the fray to try to help.
Snapping her parasol shut, she took a few steps forward, leaned, and reached out with the hooked end to snag a long arm and jerk the tall stranger out of its way. "Goodness, you should be much more careful! Yakkows are peaceful, but in situations like these...!" She tsked. "One never knows...!"
She only hoped she was successful!
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Post by absolutionbot on Jan 6, 2009 10:51:49 GMT -5
Den was yanked back with a small yelp, just as the yakkow ran past. He blinked, letting it set in just how close to possible death he had been (again). He held the groceries close to his chest, breathing hard for a moment, before he turned to his savior.
He exclaimed his thanks loudly in his native tongue, embracing the woman tightly, "Thank you! Thank you! I have such terrible luck wit creatures, yes? You think I would have learned to not keep my guard down around them..." the last part was muttered more to himself than this woman.
"Ah!" a thought struck him suddenly. He began to dig through his bag. He pulled out the juiciest, yummy-looking wumpa he could find and handed it to her, "For you, yes? As thanks!"
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Post by ChibiJaime on Jan 7, 2009 12:34:19 GMT -5
"Oh!"
Nichayla wasn't going to say she didn't appreciate the gesture. She had always been a friendly creature by nature, and even now, this display of thanks was just this unusual fellow's way of expression. Once she'd finally been released, she smoothed her corset and opened her parasol to rest on her shoulder as Tamora glided back to the free spot not occupied by the shady device. "You are most welcome. I've known a few people yakkow did not take to, so don't feel it was entirely your fault."
She listened for a moment, then blinked as she was handed the wumpa. As quaint a gesture as it was, she couldn't help but flash a positively brilliant smile. "Why thank you. You really don't have to. I did it because I didn't want to see a handsome gentleman get trampled and I would do it again in a heartbeat." Then she blinked. For a few moments, she looked over him. Somehow, he looked very familiar. "I'm sorry... I know I must be staring... but you look terribly familiar. Have we met before?"
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Post by absolutionbot on Jan 9, 2009 9:22:59 GMT -5
Den blinked. He considered the woman for a moment, turning his head as he studied her face. A vague recognition was tugging on the back of his mind.
"Perhaps, yes," he nodded, "It seems I have seen you elsewhere before." He shrugged, his cheery expression returning, "Around town, I am sure." He nodded excitedly, "It is fate then, yes? That we keep running into each other!"
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Post by ChibiJaime on Jan 22, 2009 16:43:54 GMT -5
Nichayla couldn't help but smile, brushing back her thick hair. "Perhaps it is." She gave a delicate laugh, twirling her parasol. "I just wish I could put my finger... hm. Do you know Sig, by any chance? I think that may be where I know you from. Yes, that does sound right." She gave a brilliant smile. "You see, when the Catat's Fancy was under Krew's management, Sig would often escort me around the city. Of course, I haven't really seen him since I took over proprietorship..."
Shaking her head, the young woman shifted her things and finally offered a graceful, delicate hand. "Well, in any case, my name is Nichayla. It's a pleasaure to meet you, and if it should turn out that we have met, well, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance again!"
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Post by absolutionbot on Jan 24, 2009 9:54:00 GMT -5
Den's ears perked up, "Ah! Yes! Sig and I, like brothers!" he grinned wide, "No doubt that is where we have seen each other!" He took her hand, shaking it perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, "I am Den.
"Though I do not think I have ever heard of this...Catat's Fancy before," his brow wrinkled, once again trying to wrack his memory, "What kind of place is it?"
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