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You were definitely getting yourself one of those enchanted shirts, you had to satisfy your curiosity. It was probably a good idea to get Ben one as well. The hat and water bottle also seemed like good ideas, and when you began to do the mental math, you frowned. That was a good hunk of your funds right there. You could downgrade Ben’s shirt to a normal one, but you felt really conflicted on that. Mara, sensing your dilemma, leans in closer to you.
“Not the cheapest selection around, hmm?” she asks quietly in jest. You grumble slightly, still in the middle of your shirt choice. The fox taps you, pulling your attention back, and points at the shopkeep. The raccoon was just finishing up with the biker couple, and while both parties were leaving the exchange happy, she didn’t seem to be as enthused as her customers. As soon as they were out of earshot, she let out a sigh, rubs her eyes, and begins to recount the money.
“She looks like she needs a smoke break.” Mara observes, and gives you a nudge. What does that have to do wi- oh right! The Camels! “What did you want to buy? With what we both have to trade, I’m sure I can talk her down quite a bit.~” she explains, and you quickly rattle off your shopping list. The kitsune is then lost in thought, doing her own mental math, if her finger counting is any indication. “We’ll need to do one large purchase if we want the best deal, but I should be able to figure out your share from the final price. You can pay me back afterwards.” she continues, then begins to tap her fingers in the palm of her cupped hand. “Get your cigarettes ready, on my signal I want you to present them.” she finishes. You nod, and fish out one of the packs from your drawstring pack, palming it. Now ready, Mara turns and the two of you begin towards the merchant, pulling her attention away from her money counting.
“Found something you like?” the raccoon asks, hastening her money counting.
“A few things, yes. If we were to, say, purchase over five or six items, would that net us a slight discount?” Mara asks in a probing manner. The merchant narrows her eyes, but a smile appears on her face.
“Perhaps… depending on the items in question… what did you have in mind?” the merchant inquires back. Mara’s deal-hunter grin grows, and she leans closer.
“Well, a few of those enchanted shirts look quite enticing~ My companion was also interested in your hats and bottles, and one of your wool blankets caught my eye. I am also curious if you happen to have any small squares of patterned cloth available?” the fox begins to explain.
INTUITION CHECK: STALKER
I:2 + T1 + D2 = 5
When she uttered ‘Companion’, that odd tingling feeling on the back of your neck returned. Knowing now that someone is probably staring at you, you decide to lean into your intuition, and see if you can pinpoint them out of the crowd. You weren’t exactly sure how you would accomplish this, so for now you close your eyes, and decide to focus on the sensation. The conversation Mara was having with the raccoon began to fade into the dull roar of the festival crowd, which sounded almost like waves crashing against a shoreline. That tingling feeling intensified, but became more pronounced on the right side of your neck, just above your shoulder. As casual as you could appear, you open your eyes again, and begin to look around the booth like you’re shopping again. When you glance over towards the source of the stare, you see a commotion in the crowd and hear a yell.
Near one of the other merch booths, you see a quick flash of creamy white that disappears into the crowd, but not without knocking over a couple patrons.
“JEE-ZUS! Watch it, lady!” one of the patrons, a lanky guy with shaggy brown hair, yells back into the crowd. He then helps a woman up with similarly shaggy hair, only hers was more of a dark chocolate brown compared to his. Instead of normal arms, she seems to have wings, like the harpies you’ve seen in Moorhead now and then, only hers were more fleshy than feathery. You assume from how she immediately hugs him when pulled up, that she must be his girlfriend.
“You
do sound rather exhausted. Have you had a break for lunch, or even just for a smoke, yet?” you hear Mara’s voice speaking up through the crowd’s roar. You then feel the tip of her tail brush against the back of your hand palming the Camels. That must be the signal. As casual as you could be, you begin to slap the top of the box against your other palm, packing any loose tobacco tighter into the cigarettes inside.
“Oh c’mon Mara, why do you gotta mention smoking? Doncha’ know that kicks off my cravings?” you add for effect. The raccoon’s eyes were glued to the box in your hands, and once you stopped packing, you began to tear off the cellophane. The rich odor of fresh tobacco began to permeate the air, resulting in the merchant sniffing the air, her ears flicking slightly.
“Sorry, I know you’re trying to quit. You did bring an extra pack, right? You know those are usually hard to come by on festival grounds.~” Mara layers on. “Hmmm… since he is cutting back, would you be interested in his spare pack, as an additional payment? You would be doing him a favor, after all~.” The merchant narrowed her eyes at the box in your hand, seemingly still unsure. As a final push, you take one of the cigarettes out , and hand it to the raccoon. She rolls it between her fingers, possibly examining how fresh it actually was. She then brought it to her lips, and it was then you realized you didn’t have a lighter with you. The fox had you covered though, and with a snap of her fingers, a blue flame appeared above her thumb. The merchant leans towards the flame, lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag. A moment later she exhales, and a smile appears on her face.
“Gods, I needed that.” she says, her posture beginning to loosen. “I am more of a pipeweed person, but this will work. If you are offering the whole pack, I believe I can reduce your final cost down by, oh…” the merchant continued, the gears turning in her head.
“Now wait one moment, I have one more proposition for you.~” the kitsune interjected. The raccoon rose an eyebrow, but nodded for Mara to continue. The fox’s tail swished again, and a small stack of business cards had appeared between her fingers. “I happen to be a business woman as well, and I believe we could agree on a… mutually beneficial arrangement.~” The raccoon takes one of the business cards, her eyes scanning across it slowly.
“...Go on.” the merchant says, glancing back up at Mara, and takes another drag from the cigarette. The fox’s trademark too-wide grin appeared again.
“Let’s say, one of my customers decides to have an hour long reading. Once wrapped up, I could send them your way, with one of your business cards, with the promise of, ohhh… maybe a ten percent discount?” Mara proposes.
“With a minimum item amount?” the merchant immediately asks.
“Naturally~ Ten percent would be
wasted if it was just on one item.” the fox continues, and sets her stack of business cards down. “On the reverse side of things, if one of your customers spends an amount you deem fair, you could give them one of
my cards, and I would offer a fair discount in exchange.~” The raccoon stared at the business cards, while tapping her finger on the table, lost in thought. “If it helps to sweeten the deal, I could also give
you a reading, at no cost.~”
“Tsuki as well.” the merchant stated simply. The corner of Mara’s smile twitched ever so slightly. “Facets of my personal future do not concern me too much, I would rather not ruin the gods' surprises. Business insight is another matter entirely.” the merchant continues, and takes another small drag. “Tsuki, however, has a near-crippling shyness with men. If you can help
her, I would be most grateful.” Mara’s smile softened a bit, and she nodded.
“I’m sure I could provide some helpful advice.~ Just how shy is she, though?” the fox asks. The raccoon smirks, and turns to look deeper into the booth.
“Tsuki! Did you find those fabric bolts yet?!” she yells. The sound of something tumbling can be heard, followed by a feminine yelp. A moment later, the yellow and black spider girl you saw earlier in the day skitters out from behind one of the displays, with a few rolls of patterned cloth in her hands.
“I found these! I think these are the ones we got last mon-” Tsuki begins, setting the bolts down on the table, when she suddenly notices you. She was pretty cute, her pixie cut dark hair looked mostly black, but had a deep midnight-blue shimmer when caught in the sunlight. The autumn rising-sun patterned kimono she wore was quite modest, and complimented the natural coloring of her spider carapace. Her light blue eyes were locked to yours, and when you gave her a smile, her face immediately flushed red. With a barely perceptible squeak, she skittered back into the booth behind the displays. Mara lets out a slow and low chuckle.
“My ohhh my… I wouldn’t have said that’s
near-crippling, but to each their own.” she observes, and shrugs. “Sure, I’ll give her a reading as well. Do we have an arrangement then, along with our purchase?” the fox finishes. The raccoon chews her lip for a moment, takes one more small drag, and nods.
“We do.” she states simply, while holding her hand out. “Hiroko Shirai.” The kitsune grasps her hand, giving it a quick shake.
“Mara West, happy to be in business with you.~” she replies. “Now, what was that final bill at?…”
Barter Funds at $395, 2 Packs of Camel Wides, 3 Packs of Wunder Purples
Gained: Stupid Shirt, E-Pro Beanie, Everhold Bottle
Minutes later, the two of you were heading back towards the forked path sign, richer in merch but slightly lighter in pocket. Mara had paid Hiroko via her credit card, and your share of the bill had been a little over a hundred bucks, along with the pack of Camels, of course. You were wearing your new shirt and hat, while your new water bottle was clipped to one of your belt loops.
The shirt you chose had an interesting blue and green tie-dye pattern, with the blues appearing in sharp, angled lines, while the greens being more wispy. It reminded you of the ‘Winds and Lightning’ comment from your tarot reading earlier in the day. When you put it on, the swirling portion morphed into hand writing, which was your own, curiously. The full phrase now read “ I Got
a Chatty, Heavy Buzz at Lunapalooza, and all I got was this stupid shirt”, though you noticed the writing get fuzzy at moments, as if another message was trying to form. You’ll have to mess around with that later.
The hat you chose, a navy blue version of the knit beanie, was more appealing than the ball caps, mostly because back home it was practically freezing for two thirds of the year, and you could get away with wearing it at work. You were
pleasantly surprised to find that the hearing protection was adjustable, simply by running a finger along the edge of the lunar eclipse patch. Sliding your finger across the face of the patch had an additional effect of clarifying nearby voices, probably so you could have a conversation with someone right next to a blaring amp stack and hear them just fine. That will probably have a lot of uses!
Mara had the lion’s share of merch, starting with her own enchanted shirt and hat (“These ears are far more sensitive than you would think~”), along with a whole blanket-pillow-mask sleeping set. The square of fabric she bought, compared to everything else, was surprisingly mundane. It was about the size of an extra large bandana, and bore a rather tacky psychedelic eye pattern dyed into it. While most of her merch she carried in a plastic bag Hiroko provided, the cloth she held in her other hand, taking a moment now and then to stare at it for a few seconds.
“Soooo… what’s with the bandana?” you ask. The fox ran her thumb across the fabric, a soft smile on her features.
“I wanted a new cloth to place my cards on, at least when I’m not back at camp. But that’s not what you’re curious about.” she explains, then closes her eyes. “The pattern happens to remind me of someone I knew from years ago, and a dumb joke of theirs…” she trails off, her smile wavering slightly. The fox then takes a deep breath, and lets out a heavy sigh. You weren’t sure, but you thought you saw tears welling on the corners of her eyes.
“You uh, you gonna be alright?” you follow up in a softer tone. Mara nods, using the bandana to wipe her eyes.
“I’ll be fine. I’m just… tending old flames and lamenting what was.” she replied cryptically. You must have given her a perplexed look, as the fox let out a soft, albeit pained laugh. “It’s a long story. Maybe for another day.” the kitsune added. You simply shrug in response. It was her personal life, so you didn’t pry any further. Mara’s ears began to flick and twitch, one of them swiveling to face further up the path, as a warmer smile graced her features. “I believe I hear Ben, and a few others with him.” Who the heck did he find now?
Passing by a few more groups of festival goers, the two of you eventually gained sight of the signpost. Sure enough, Ben was sitting cross-legged on the ground, leaning against his wagon. He was in the middle of what appeared to be a very animated conversation with three girls forming a loose circle with him. The most striking feature of the girls that you noticed, is that they all wore open back shirts, exposing folded gossamer wings and smaller, tail-like segmented abdomens.
“Ope! There they are!” Ben yells out, waving you over. The three girls turned to look in your direction, and as you got closer, you were able to make out more features. The tallest girl, sitting closest to Ben, had jet-black hair, tied back into a loose pony tail. Two large, black antennae poked out through her hair, bobbing and twitching now and then. You noticed that her black and white striped abdomen had a gnarly looking stinger at the end of it. She kind of reminded you of those territorial hornets you’d get in the corner of your yard every summer. The shirt she wore was a modified black-tee, with a faded logo on the front that read W.A.S.P., which made you chuckle. She gave you a quick nod of acknowledgement, and turned her attention back towards your friend.
The other two girls kept their undivided attention on you, though. The middle girl had a similar black-and-white style to her, albeit with more stripes than the hornet girl, along with rose colored jewelry that added more accents. Two feathery, gray and red antennae poked out from her short, flapper-styled platinum blonde hair that ended in crimson tips, and were bobbing and twitching in your direction. Her striped abdomen lacked a stinger, but it did have a shiny red, heart-shaped mark on it, which almost looked transparent. You couldn’t tell what was on the front of her shirt from this angle, but just like her companions, it was black in color.
The last girl, the shortest of the three, was far more colorful than her friends. Her chitin reflected the sunlight in hues of sapphire, gold, and emerald, which complimented her jade, pig-tailed hair. Her antennae were more spiked, yet also wispy, and like the girl before, were locked onto your location. A deep blue colored willowy fur ran along her upper back and shoulders, giving her the appearance of wearing a feather boa. The top of her shirt read “The Offspring”, and you believed the artwork below it was from their Americana album. A lazy smirk was across her face, and with an exhale, a plume of smoke escaped from her nose. In her hand was a small, brass, sherlock styled pipe, which you recognized was Ben’s. So
that’s what they’ve been doing. It figures that Mister Green Lung would find some like-minds to kill time with.
“I got you guys some bacon poutine!” Ben said as you and Mara got closer. Sure enough, cutting through the odor of weed was the mouth-watering smell of fried bacon and potatoes.
“Poutine? There’s canucks here?” you asked with a laugh. Ben grabbed two large, unopened cardboard containers, with plastic forks taped to the top, and handed them to you and the fox.
“Yeah, they had a big food truck with a Canadian flag on the side, it was run by a bunch of elves and reindeer girls.” he explains, then turns to the hornet. “What did you say they were, Yvonne?”
“Whitehorns.” the hornet named Yvonne said, and gave you another nod. “So you’re the Anon and the fox Ben keeps raving about.” she adds with a grin.
“Oh yeah, Anon, this is Yvonne, Rochelle, and Morgan.” he explains, pointing at the hornet, the striped girl, and finally the colorful girl. “We got to gabbin’ about some of the bands we wanna see this week while we were waitin’ on our food, and it turns out they haven’t even found a place to camp yet. I offered a spot at Pyrite Lane, but I told them we needed to see what you two thought first.” he finished.
“Those stuck-up bees and flower cunts in The Garden said they didn’t want us ‘Punks’ throwing off their folksy, indie vibe.” Yvonne adds, and spits on the ground. “Ya figure other monsters would be the
last ones to judge you by appearance, but whatever. We wouldn’t have met Ben if they didn’t shoo us out.” You look over at Mara, who seemed to be scrutinizing the trio.
“They seem alright to me, I’m not picking up any bad vibes.” she said quietly, just loud enough for you to hear. Glancing back at the three, you leaned back into your Intuition once again. A peaceful feeling crosses over you, with no other lingering thoughts or sensations following. You guess that means they passed the gut check.
So, do you want to bring them back to Pyrite Lane?