(open) catch-all

[zauneyete]

WHO: Silco & others!
WHERE: Focused on Stygia -- particularly Mirth and the Markets
WHEN: Throughout November!
WHAT: Catch-all for the month! There are some open prompts within!
WARNINGS: Drug references, probably also references to multiple criminal activities. I'll add anything particular if it comes up!

[ If none of the below prompts tickle your fancy, and you'd like one, feel free to hit me up on my plotting post or on plurk at hundreds, or of course, just wildcard it! ]

Comments

[boarwitness]

[in the gloom of the tent, leaning against one of the supports, felix watches the throngs of people pass by just an arm's length away. there was something familiar about it—the crush of a crowd, and the quiet of a vendor's tent full of wares. nearby, one of the stall's mysterious owners tallies up his hunts, marking a ledger for each different monster part he's delivered in a script all their own.

at the sound of another patron's voice, the owners look up—and immediately away, when they realize it's just another rubbernecker.

and felix, in a rare mood, answers the man's out loud wonderings.]

They do. Don't ask me for what, though.

[in the background, one of the vendors is chopping around an eye to clean off the fleshy bits. the thunk of a knife echoes in the tent.]

[zauneyete]

[ Sounds like in the back, they're dissecting them. That was a familiar sound, at least. The butchers in Zaun would dissect the sea creatures pulled up from the River Pilt all the time, and his eyes flicked up, and toward the back.

He wondered what sort of place would offer them. If there were restaurants in Mirth that sold such fare? If that was what it was used for. ]

Food, maybe? [ He turned mismatched eyes first to the shopkeeper, who was tight lipped as they came, and then to the man who was clearly selling parts, and then to the parts themselves.

Huh. He'd seen some of them around, but Silco certainly wasn't going to be challenging beasts like this. ]

Felt like fighting something, I take it? That doesn't look like a pleasant encounter.

[boarwitness]

There's only one way to keep improving skills, and that's through practical experience. [it's said matter-of-factly. he doesn't move from where he's standing, still waiting for his pay.

he does cast fresh eyes at the butchering, though, considering the question.]

Maybe different people here can stomach them. I haven't found any worth eating yet.

[zauneyete]

Hm. And your skills are with monster hunting?

[ He asked it, but he eyed the beast's limb, and heard the butcher's knife in the back. Honestly? He didn't think it looked all that unappetizing, but...

Zaunite food was perhaps worse than this, but... then again, most people couldn't stomach the kinds of food they ate. Probably not best to mention that he'd eaten far worse than these animal parts, huh? ]

I never thought that would be a marketable skill, but clearly, you've made it work, here.

[boarwitness]

Among others.

[his skill in fighting hardly stopped at monsters, but felix, tight-lipped as ever, doesn't see any reason to expand on it to this random. it's not until he follows it up that he frowns, somehow feeling made light of.]

The coin is just a bonus.

And what are your "marketable skills"?

[the derision is palpable.]

[zauneyete]

[ Silco's eyes flicked to his face, met him head on with an eerie two-toned gaze, one scarred black, a pit of an eye that glowed in the dim light, the other blue. He offered a ghost of a smirk, there, and then it was gone. One hand in his pocket, he shrugged with the other. ]

Logistics, running a business. They often called me the Industrialist, where I'm from.

[ They also called him the Eye of Zaun, which would perhaps be a touch more apt. He of course did not mention that he could run a crime ring or stage a revolution. ]

Not as physically impressive as killing things, but... [ Well, look at him.,/small> ] We all do what we can.

[boarwitness]

So an entrepreneur, basically. A merchant.

[not much removed from a bureaucrat, really. sort of the polar opposite of him. so what happened to his face?]

And you're sniffing around for a new business venture here?

[zauneyete]

[ Good question, what DID happen there? ]

Among other things. We do all have to make do, don't we? Supplies are key to survival.

[ His hands spread, a half-smile on his face. Clearly, there was more, but... His business certainly wasn't one to share. ]

I am used to having a product to sell, but without resources... it's required to start over from the ground up.

[boarwitness]

And? Have you decided what to sell in Stygia, yet?

[normally he'd just feign disinterest, but there's not much else to do while he waits to get paid, and besides that, there was something darkly interesting in a just-below-the-surface kind of way about this slightly oily note-taker.]

[zauneyete]

Hm. I have some thoughts, yes.

[ Which is...not descriptive, but Felix would likely note the way his eyes flick toward him, and then back down to the monster parts before him. It's intentional, of course, that he doesn't say what.

He is, after all, not precisely the most open fellow in Stygia. ]

You'll forgive me, of course, if I don't share quite yet? No need to let the poro out of the bag, hm?

[boarwitness]

[what is a poro. do they not have cats in bags where he's from? felix sighs, and shrugs dismissively, his eyes watching silco like a hawk.

he's about to say something else when there's a call from the shopkeep, holding up a scrap of paper, and a small bag filled with coins. pushing himself off his leaner, felix moves forward to collect, pocketing both, before moving to leave the tent properly. but just before he does, he pauses, even with the other man, giving him an inscrutable look.]

Good luck with your business venture.

[it's hard to tell if he's being sarcastic. but in any case, he's off.]