TERRA BELLE MARKET

[Stitchy DSG]

A small, law free, yez friendly trading town.

[Stitchy DSG]

Drak sat on the bed of his vehicle; attempting to make some money by selling and repairing clothing. " Brand new t-shirt's people, five dollars!"

[KrazeeJack]

Bare feet tapped against the hard cement, claw glimmering with a strangely bright shine to them. newly sharpened, they were wearing down slowly, taping against the ground as she walked. Whimpering some K.J. would grip her belly with a wince and frown along her expression. "Hungry.... Eh?" Ears had picked up the Salespitch not too far away, turning her attention to the Green Yez. Selling shirts?

"Oi, I'll take one." Must be some local trying t'scrap a few bucks together for some food, too... she thought as her feet guided her towards the male with a kind smile on her face. Jack was one of a handful of thieves that actually smiled in an Honest way.

[Stitchy DSG]

Drak smiled at KJ as she approached, his mouth shone brightly with gold. " You wanna shirt, you say?"

[KrazeeJack]

"Ya heard right, awright, hehe," Rubbing the back of her head, hand sliding over the bald forhead of hers, then over the double Moehawk that arched across her head like a Cockatiel's crown before reaching into her pocket and pulling out the remainder of her money from yesterday's business at her Brothel, a heavy bundle of bills. "You got any specific colours available? if not, i'll take anythin' that's bright."

[Stitchy DSG]

He smirked once he caught a glimpse of the bills. " I have more than t-shirt's, " he began "if you're interested...."

[KrazeeJack]

Tilting her head, she would frown some as her brow lifted in curiosity. "Oh really, Now?" hand would hide the bills once again in her pocket to keep other people from seeing her Wealth, being careful. She didn't know if people would try to steal her dough. Crossing her arm over her chest while propping her chin up, she would hesitate before asking, "Well... What else d'ya have that might take my notice, Hmm?" She asked, smiling once again.

[Stitchy DSG]

"Hell," he smirked, his teeth shining, " I got most anything you could imagine" He stood to show her his wares; which include shoes, hoodies, pants, sashes, a few weapons and some drug related items. "Go on take a look"

[Josephüs]

A small, simple cart slowly comes over the horizon, made of black wood and ornamented with golden gilding along it's edges, many hanging odds and ends clattering about as it is slowly pulled along by what looks like a giant scarab beetle. Very out of place on a world with modern technologies, wheels squeaking as it's slowly tugged along, the driver of the cart coming into view as it draws closer, his species indistinguishable underneath a long white cloak, hands wrapped in heavy leather gloves, face hidden by a high necked assassin's coat and colonial era black three point hat, but above all... hidden behind a strange mask.

[Stitchy DSG]

Drak, directed his attention towards the creaking wheels and massive beetle. "The fuck is that?"

[KrazeeJack]

Smirk turned into a wide grin as she looked through the wares, Almost giggling with interest. "Hmm... I'll take one o' th'over-big Green an' Black Hoodies, 'long wit' a case of anythin' smokeable an' a pair of Knucklebusters. Oh, an' a pair of Blue Jeans, If dat's awright." Taking the money from her pocket again, she would thumb through the bills, awaiting the mans offer while turning her head slightly towards the sound of the Cart... Must be one of those Rich folks...

[Stitchy DSG]

He gathered the things which KJ had asked for and placed them in a bag, not adverting his eyes from the large cart. " What's your name lil one?"

[KrazeeJack]

"Who, Mine?" She asked, settling down on the ground and quickly pulling out the Hoodie, slipping it on over her Black baggy shirt and taking the Knucklebusters into her fists. "TH'names K.J., mista'. Short for KrazeeJack." Eyes looked to the cart once again, tilting her head some. "Some sort of circus proformance'r sumthin'?"

[Stitchy DSG]

"Looks like it ta me KJ," Drak said turning his attention back to the cart "Call me Stitch, or Drak if you prefer"

[KrazeeJack]

"Ain't nev'r seen a Bug as big as that.... Must be one o' them rich people's circuses." Looking to him she would smile again. "Pleased as Punch t'meet ya, Stitch."

[Stitchy DSG]

"Rich people," he sighed. "And I'll probably be drug to it by the misses"

[Josephüs]

The after a number of minutes the cart finally gets close enough to see ornate carving on it's sides and wheels, the wheel depicting the 9 circles of hell, and the panel depicts kain... murdering his brother able, the carving painted in vivid colors, adding to the macabrely chilling religious imagery. "Whoa, girl... that's far enough for today old girl.." The driver said with an insectoid sounding voice, with an oddly tinny ring behind it. The beetle keeps going "Christ, babe... Ya deaf old fart." the driver whistles loudly, and the cart lurges to a stop. "Oi..."

[KrazeeJack]

"Hmm.." A small, wicked smirk appeared on K.J.'s face, laughing under her breath. she eyed the Beetle with a out stuck dark blue tongue sliding over her muzzle. Any richy folk was a sure target for K.J.'s fancy. hell, maybe whoever owned the cart actually did have a good amount of money on him. Carnies were bound to have at least something on them.

[Stitchy DSG]

"Driver," Drak demanded, " who are you and from where do you hail?"

[KrazeeJack]

With a look around K.J. would stand and rush around to a side of Stitch's car that was hidden from most angles of eyesight, quickly switching her pants and slipping into her new baggy blue jeans, putting her wallet into the back pocket and the rest of her money into the other while quickly stuffing the other pants into the bag and hiding her newly bought stash in her Hoodie, now walking back around to look at the driver.

"Hehe, Ya think he's got any pennies on em', Stitch?" She whispered to her new friend, hand in her pocket.

[Josephüs]

The driver slowly rises to his feet, standing at a height of a little over seven feet tall, slowly looking around he drops down from the cart, only his feet showing from underneath the long cloak, skeletally mechanical, all steel blue, and green, with accents of gold, large steel blue raptor-like talons gleaming. Quietly surveying the area, the very quiet sounds of servos emanating from his neck. He mutters to himself "Hmm... if only the colonies had stayed like this planet... alive.." he shakes his head, sighing

His dramatically pointed 'ears' suddenly perked as he looked to the two yez. "Me? The united empire of earth... or what's left of her off-world colonies..."

[Stitchy DSG]

Drak stared at the driver amazed "EARTH!" He exclaimed, "Did you know a man named Joe Ramirez!?"

[Josephüs]

"Eh?" he begins thinking "Remirez... Remirez... The name eludes me, what's he look like, boyo?"

[KrazeeJack]

looks like one of the Psyraps.... Weird, he said he's from Earth, though..

Looking away for a moment, she would settle herself down on the ground once again, crossing her legs and staring up at the tall man. Bigger than her and Stitch... this guy looked like a freak accident of a yez and an anthro Psyrap.

[Stitchy DSG]

"He was bout 6'5'' in his prime according to himself," Drak explained. "I dunno for sure, all I know is he was from Earth."

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