Solo Arm Dealing

[Ana Sol Starris]

Safe Haven Hostel Spring 8th, 513AV Inside the Hostel a rather bored Ana laid on her bed, already dressed, with mind sapped of energy she stared up at the ceiling waiting for the light of dawn to enter her room through the window. Tick, tick, tick, time goes by.. Ana let the thought flow, tick, tick, tick, not a single goodbye, tick, tick, tick, nor a sullen hello, tick.. tick.. tick.. Her eyes shut with each 'tick' clinking in her mind, a repetitive beat forming alongside the sway of her foot, legs crossed, and hands clasped over her sternum; it could have had a tune accompany it, but it was early morning- who wanted to hear a flute so early? Tick.. tick.. tick.. another day just to kick, tick, tick, tick.. a yawn broke from her mouth, a long winded, and slow one as she turned on her side and let an arm hang off the bed. Groaning outloud as her world would sway dangerously fast. There was a total exhaustion in her body, and mind, but she was unable to rest, having to stay up for so long at night with nothing to do had been mind numbingly torturous. Night in, night out she had nothing to do, and that simply wouldn't do anymore- she was tired of it back in Spires and she wouldn't stand for it now. Rising like a gaunt ghoul, eyes sunken, and dark, Ana arose to sit up and stand, moving her way slowly and tiredly to her dagger and shortsword to buckle them onto her person. Sitting on the edge of the desk afterwards, she leaned back to unclasp the wooden shutters and let in some fresh air into her room. Yawning a second time, and awaking upon the inhale and long exhale of air, she scanned her small room scrutinizingly. Why do I still have Jean's backpack? Ana asked herself just as a commotion would arise just a block away from the Hostel, her eyes snapping to look out the window. Blinking slowly, she peeked her head out to look and then pulled herself back in, why was she just going to sit there and act like she could see anything from this distance? Hopping off the desk, she emptyed her own backpack unceremoniously on top of her bed and picked up Jean's from last Spring she had mugged off the red-head. Shutting the window firmly with the clasp, she hupped her way out of the Hostel and did a light jog in the direction of the noise. Breathing in every few steps, and then out with a few more steps, holding her arms up to gaurd her chest as she jogged. It was more than less a straight shot to get to where she was going but she finally arrived to what seemed to be a market sqaure, one she didn't remember being there just a few days ago. Slightly out of breath, she rubbed her forehead of the sweat that had collected there off and rubbed it on some of her lower clothing, breathing through her nose as she attempted to re-regulate her heartbeat that had started up quickly. She had figured she would just travel to the Flaxen District to sell off Jean's backpack for what she could after checking out what the commotion was, but it seemed to be just her luck that a market would pop outa nowhere suddenly. Traversing the stalls and wares was easy enough, browsing as the proper word would be, Ana wondered if there were things she could possibly get for later. By 'later' she meant for at night, and that totally meant finding some candles and a dish to put the candles on (wouldn't want to wreck a Hostel table because of candle wax.) Then what else could she buy? She shirked the thoughts off for a moment, found a stall owner selling backpacks and sold off Jean's for what Ana could, and didn't fight the price it was sold for because Ana was glad to be rid of the extra baggage. It wasn't as if that nasty red-head would ever travel to Nyka and find her, pffsh, she was too busy off galavanting about in Spires, or somewheres else. Ana couldn't really care. Off Ana went with purse a tad heavier, and spirits seemingly lightened up as she looked about the market. Ever wondering... About what she might find..

[Ana Sol Starris]

Fourth Day Market Ana found a candle stall with what she wanted, they even had small dishes to accompany the use of the candles. Ana purchased 3 small candles, and a 5" dish made out of clay and bagged the items into her backpack. Now what could she use those candles for? Possibly a bit of writing, it wouldn't hurt her to practice, or if she were lucky enough she could find a few books to read (a very unlikely possibility.) Walking up to a stall with a stall keeper behind it, she smiled very lightly at him, somewhat grimly but with a question in mind "excuse me, but does this market sell books, or paper?" Ana asked him, glancing at his wares and was quite... Surprised to see a human arm on the stalls table "the bloody petch is that!" Ana pointed at it and stepped away quite freaked out by the severed limb, and the shop keeper just laughed a knowing chuckle "that would be a foolish foreigner's arm, Miss, how bout you buy it- and I'll point you in the direction you want to go.. Just 2 gold mizas" he added in a wink with a grin "but if you won't buy, git." He added in with the traditional tone of irritance for a browsing customer, and Ana.. Why.. She was slightly peturbed over having to buy the arm just to find out where the paper was but she was also intrigued, she looked at it and weighed her options. Walk around aimlessly, or buy the arm and get directions- it was hard enough as is to get any Nykan to talk to her so she threw her hands up "Okay, okay, point the way." She said somewhat exhasperately as her arms lowered to pull out two gold mizas. Plopping them in his hand and picking the severed arm up, she stared at it, it was cold to the touch and stiff with death. It felt real, looked real, and thank the gods the blood had been drained out before hand. The shopkeeper took it out of her hand and wrapped it in the cloth it had been set in earlier, tightly, and then handed it back to her "figured you wouldn't want that nasty thing sitting directly next to your goods, hm? Another gold miza for the cloth" he held his hand out and Ana's jaw dropped. Somewhat surprised by the good heartedness, and then outraged over the split second shattering of confidence in a more than greedy Nykan stall keeper. "Fine!" Ana said with a little more irritableness than usual, slapping another gold miza down on to the stalls table and then waiting for him to point where she needed to go. Lucky for Ana he kept up with his end of the bargain and pointed in the direction she needed to go- hopefully it wasn't random. She stomped off in that direction and it took her a few moments, and a couple flagging downs of Nykan's to find the stall she wanted to go to, and it had seemed the stall keeper which had forced her to buy the arm had lied! Ana had to go a completely opposite direction than what the shady stall keeper had pointed her in, and when she went to go give him a piece of her mind.. She only found the stall packed up, and the stall keeper long gone. There was a rather annoyed growl that escaped her mouth as she facepalmed harder than she intended to do so, making a loud smack on her face and feeling quite conned of her money. This is stupid! What am I going to do with a stupid severed arm? Ana thought as she stood there, staring at the vacant stall. Hand sliding to cover just her mouth and reveal angry eyes, she let the hand fall and she went on her unvery merry way to the paper and book stall, or some such. Ana got what she wanted, a blank book, a quill, and two vials of black ink; bagging those items up, Ana made her way back to the Hostel with her goods...and a severed arm. Of course, as she walked, and had time to think- having a severed arm could be good fun. Not only would it be useful, but when she was done playing pranks on people with it- especially Zandelia, she wanted to see what reaction she could get out of the older woman with it. Ana could slice it up and take a look at what was inside...For morphing purposes. Of course now she would have to reorganize her items strewn across her bed and put them back into her bag, where they belonged. ExpencesFor the mods convience: Arm 2gm (Cloth for arm; 1gm) Blank Book 3gm Quill 5cm Ink Vial (2) 4gm 3 candles 3cm 5" dish 1 cm Total: 10gm 9cm

[Balderdash]

Delicious rewards! Happy days and jubilation!

Skill	XP Awarded
Observation	1
Negotiation	1
Running	2
Tactics	1
(Creepy) Optimism	1

Lores: Near Death Experience: Boredom, Being Ambushed By A Market, Jean’s A Bitch With A Subpar Backpack, Showing Respect For Furniture, Shopkeeps Are Psychopaths, Being Hustled Into Human Appendage Purchase, Shopkeepers are thoughtful Psychopaths, Finding That Silver Lining, Uses For Body Parts

Items and Consequences: - 10GM 9cm, 3 candles (small), 5” clay dish, a wicked migraine, blank book, quill, two ink vials, strip of cloth, a freaking severed arm.

Balderdash is most pleased, and filled with much amusement.

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