Characters: Megara and anyone from any ship who'd like to get backtalked meet her~
Content: Megara is wandering around the marketplace, doing a bit of sightseeing, but mostly looking for people to tell Aizen about to socialize with.
Setting: All around the makeshift town
Time: All day
Warnings: TSUNTSUN. Sass. But she'll be a heck of a lot
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Now Shinjiro had finally reached his limit. The vendor had been pestering him and trying to cheep cut him for almost 15 minutes, and he had enough. His hands slammed on the wood, making things rattle.
"Eight dubloons?! What the hell!? You-" Things from there devolved into indecipherable yelling as the two men bickered.
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But in the end, she decided to step in. She needed to meet new people, and this would be a good place to start. Striding over to the two bickering men, she leaned one elbow on Dibbles' stall. "C'mon, Dibbles, cut it out, already," she said in a pacifying tone. "Leave the guy alone. And stop trying to rip people off. Just because this isn't Kropmork doesn't mean everyone'll bite the first hook they see."
She turned to the scruffy-looking stranger. "Don't mind him," she sighed, "he does this to everyone." Play nice, remember. She was here to get to know people.
Behind her, the vendor griped at her for stealing his customers away. "Look, Dibbles, he wasn't going to buy anything, not at the prices you're trying to set. Who'd pay through the nose for a cat pie, anyway?" She scowled as the vendor protested, denying the accusations, and rolled her eyes.
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"Dibbles!? I -thought- I recognized you, you sonvabitch!" He growled, starting to leaning over the counter, only to realize that getting into a brawl might not do well for him.
"Tch. Cat is the -high- quality shit. This is probably rat..." He turned back to Meg, half-smiling, half-smirking. "He a friend of yours?"
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"I see you've had the dubious honor of sampling his creations," Meg remarked. "Kropmork?" What was it with today and running into people from Kropmork? Had the entire city migrated here for the races? Ugh, she hoped not. She wouldn't wish Kropmork on anywhere.
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She supposed she should go to the fair, just to see if there was anything she could see, at least. Maybe she'd find something out! It hadn't been that long ago, so he couldn't have gone far and- ...was that Hang-Meself Dibbles?
She stared for a moment or so, wondering if the nostalgia was worth considerable damage to her stomach lining.
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But if she could keep this girl from succumbing to the pull of the pies, then all the better.
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"Don't worry, I know, but I kind of felt like I wanted one anyway. I don't really get it myself..."
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She sobered a little after a moment, looking sideways at the vendor. "I don't know what it is, but no matter how horrible you know they are, people always seem to want one," she mused. "Best to avoid him altogether."
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Six coins were dropped mutely into Dimo's hand, and the fellow wandered away, stealing confused glances over his shoulder. He didn't need to know that Dimo could tell the difference between steel forged in Ivona and steel forged in Vohemar by scent.
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Most of it had to do with the local confectionery goods, and unfortunately for Sebastian, the stalls were scattered around the marketplace. It wasn't yet noon and his hands and arms were already laden down with numerous bags and packages. Had it been anyone else they would have been exhausted to the point of collapsing by now, but Sebastian forged ahead, three-quarters of his list already checked off.
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"I'm afraid it is not a girl but a boy who has me shopping. The Young Master is quite eager to research some of the candies and sweets that are being sold here, and he has placed it in my hands to purchase samples of each and every piece of sugar." Sebastian gave her a wane smile. "But what about you? You look rather lonesome wandering the marketplace by yourself. Are you meeting with someone?"
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"Don't give it all to him at once." She laughed. Meg had done a little bit of digging into Ciel Phantomhive, but hadn't uncovered any of the supernatural secrets the family held. All she knew was that the boy had more estate than years under his belt.
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Not that he was ever going to admit that, mind you. He was being completely practical about the matter. Completely practical. Watson was the only doctor that he was willing to tolerate on the Silvana, and he needed a cane to function. It was as simple as that.
Really.
Either way, the dark-haired pilot was out and about, irritated by the heat and the crowds but also bearing it as stoically as possible as he shopped.
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The man grabbed her arm. "C'mon, cutie, I'll make it worth your while -- agh!"
She'd slapped him, hard, across the face. A red mark was already appearing, and it was well within the realm of possibility that the man would have a nasty bruise in a short time. "Get lost," she shouted, trying to yank her arm free. She didn't like making a spectacle of herself, but if she drew enough attention, maybe this guy would give up. "Let me go, or I swear, I'll ( ... )
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Why was it suddenly noisier than usual?
"--fine make, top quality--"
More disgusting herbivores and their pathetic habits. It was a marketplace already, with noise levels beyond what he could usually handle. Why the hell did people have to be even more annoying than they already were?
"--comes in--"
Hibari raised his hand at the store owner for silence, and then turned right on his heel without even waiting to see if the vendor had acknowledged him at all, stepping away from the stall, across the street, and over to the huge blob of flesh in an aviator's suit. He took hold of the thing's shoulder, jerked him around and cracked him across the face with his fist.
Cue loud crash as the guy hit the ground. Cue stunned silence. Cue Kyouya Hibari not caring at all.
He had not killed the man, in as much as he had wanted to, but he doubted that he would be making noise anytime soon.
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Then, it hit that she'd been rescued.
She scowled. "Nice move, hotshot," Meg's voice dripped with sarcasm. "I could have handled that. Who asked you to step in?"
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