Busking at the Menes Bazaar

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Busking at the Menes Bazaar

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The leaf-nosed bat unrolled his violet carpet at the side of the road like he always did during the weekends at the Menes bazaar. When his alligator companion came here to sell some of her armor and weapons and make orders for more, he felt he should earn a little revenue as well.

With his bronze dish hungrily prepared for coins, the busker began to toss about three wooden cubs. He started out rather steady and simple, nothing that would catch the attraction of anybody. As time elapsed, however, the performer became more impulsive and impressive with his move moments. He tossed his cubs higher and wilder, spinning and turning to catch them. He was an artist in the true sense of the term, and he milked it for all it was worth.

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Ruarc strolled casually down the avenue that ran through the bazaar, more for the sake of walking than buying anything. The sabertooth wore his usual simple clothing and armor with the only addition being a plain hooded cloak to keep the sun off his head. He never like the desert but as a mercenary he followed the paying jobs and that had led him to Kahun.

Ruarc simply glanced at the sellers' booths as he walked by as nothing really caught his eye to purchase. One thing did however cause him to stop. After all it wasn't exactly a usually occurrence to see a bat juggling with such enthusiasm. Especially in Kahun. With a shrug the panther produced a gold coin and tossed it in the dish in front of the bat.

"Quite the show," he commented
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The juggler flashed a haughty grin at his company revealing small razor like teeth. This action, however, broke his concentration and caused him to lose one of his clubs. This certainly wasn’t the first time he ever slipped up, so he knew exactly what to do.

“Hey, look! I just made one of the clubs invisible!” The bat exclaimed with banter pride as he batted about his two remaining objects. He brought his juggling to its conclusion to receive his rogue truncheon while smoothly commenting, “Now I’ve made it visible again! I never cease to amaze myself!” After gaining the desired item, he gave a clever smile to his audience. It was time to crank it up a little.

“Fancy throwing and invisible clubs may be all fine and dandy, but that’s not what you came here for! You came here to see me do something really dangerous and stupid!”

The busker held up his batons before the world calling out, “Observe! Three ordinary wooden clubs!” He then tapped into his inner energy, and produced mystic flames onto the ends of each club. “Now they are three ordinary wooden clubs on fire!” The bat anthro proudly announce, “Can I get a big ‘Ooooooh’?”

The entertainer soon began to toss up his blazing batons. The soft clicks of the bats echolocation could be heard as he traced the movements of his burning clubs. The scarlet flames danced around in the breeze with vibrate passion like a delicate and deathly ballet. After quite sometime of this, the bat decided to pull his most beloved trick.

With a small smirk, he flung each baton behind him but the flames remained in the air. He did everything imaginable with the burning orbs, from sliding them down his arms to kicking them up with his feet. He was careful to manipulate his mana and keep control his magical balls, for we could very well become seriously burnt if he lost too much concentration.

As a grand finale, the busker gracefully combined his dazzling orbs into a single large one. He then throw it up in the air where it promptly exploded, showering over his head sprinkling flares like a mini-firework.

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Ruarc couldn't fathom why he continued to watch the juggling entertainer. He had only intended to stop for a moment. The sabertooth was glad he wasn't the the lone spectator anymore as a crowd gathered, otherwise he'd have felt a bit silly. It was then the bat threw magic into the mix and the feline was suddenly glad he hadn't moved on. Ruarc's experience with magic, especially on such a showy scale, had usually involved people trying to kill him.

The sabertooth found himself captivated along with the rest of the onlookers. It was a rare thing for him. Ruarc rarely let himself get distracted by such foolishness. Yet here he was leading the applause with a smile as the entertainer finished energetically, backed by the sound of coins landing upon bronze.
"People think it would be fun to be a bird because you could fly. But they forget the negative side, which is the preening." -Jack Handey, 'Deep Thoughts from Saturday Night Live.'

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Dyrff, having just finished a delivery job for a particularaly rich group of Kahunians, turned his head at the sight of the performer, his eyes widening a bit at his finale. The meerkat, sitting in a small hovel of a building, its occupants apparently out for whatever normal folk did, stared thorugh a dust-encrusted window. He didn't think that show was all that spectacular, a thought which inflated his ego even more than it normally was. He looked away, blinking a bit from the sand which was carried through the air of Kahun.

This place was too hot. Dyrff needed some air, so he stood up and walked out through the wooden door of the house, nodding to its occupants, who were just returning. They glared at him. Dyrff had never had much interest in magic, since it eclipsed his own personal spotlight most of the time. He hated not being thought about.

"You! Performer!" Dyrff called in a more high-pitched voice than he would have liked, reaching to take out his weapon in an attempt to show up this more magically-inclined actor. Dyrff had learned a few twirls in his time. But, as his hand went behind him, it grabbed at nothing but the sandy air. Damn. He had left his bladed stick in the house. He looked back, seeing the occupants sneering at him, holding his only unique posession. Once again, Dyrff's ego had betrayed him.
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Busker felt a generous portion of pride grow within him as the small crowd cheered and donated their currency. His career was extremely modest, but it always made him blissful. The rush of performing and the feeling of accomplishment lifted his spirit up so high he would need to look down to see heaven. He couldn’t ask for anything better.

As the petite audience began to disperse, a new figure came forth. It was a female alligator with dull blue scales. She was rather short but quite robust with a masculine stride like that of a truck driver. She haughtily munched on a large turkey leg, emitting soft but distracting growls every time she chewed. Her presence could be rather intimidating to one as scrawny as the performer, but he seemed quite pleased to see her.

“Hey there, Budika!” the bat chipped with glee to the new entity, “What’cha doing?”

“Taking a meal break” the alligator replied candidly through a mouth full of meat. After a pause to swallow, she continued on stating, “I also wanted to see how you were doing over here. Judging by that dish over there, I’d say you’re pretty well off.”

The entertainer grinned broadly, and nodded with so much enthusiasm it seemed he would lose his head. He was just about to open his mouth to speak, but something, or, more correctly, someone, caught his attention.

“You! Performer!”

The busker along with the reptile referred to as Budika snapped their heads in the direction of the voice. They curiously laid their eyes upon a merekat with the look of determination smeared across his face. His sternness seemed to melt away, however. It appeared that he was searching for something.

Budika gave an aggravated snort at the display. “Hey Devani” the reptile said nudging the juggler, “you know that fool?”

“I don’t recognize him from anywhere” the bat stated with some confusion as he gave a shrug, “I’m gonna find out what he wants, through.”

The being specified as Devani trotted over to the merekat while the alligator remained at her station, continuing her meal and watching with an apprehensive eye. When Devani finally came before the stranger he asked with an awkward tone, “Ah…You wanted me for something…?”

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Dyrff closed his eyes for a moment, his brow wrinkled before turning to the bat. "Don't patronize me!" he said suddenly, scowling. Dyrff was not a young meerkat, but he certainly didn't show it. "I've killed Kahunians hundreds of times more skilled in magic than you!" he said, conjuring the image of a small child. He was lying, of course. He had never actually killed anyone in his whole career. But no one needed to know that.

Dyrff looked around quickly. There were many people staring at him. Perfect; this meant that he had to come out on top of this matter. But it certainly would have been easier if he had a weapon to brandish at the bat. But he would have to make do.

Dyrff glared at his opponent, not once thinking about the immaturity of his actions. He heard a couple of jeers from the stragglers left from after the show, and he turned to them. "You all heard me! And you!" he said, turning. "I doubt you'd know anything about the dealings of thieves, or infiltrating houses of nobility, would you?"

Dyrff was truly wanting to milk the situation for every bit of attention-grabbing potential it had. But it still didn't make him look like anything less than a blithering idiot.
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"Well now, a fool jealous for attention, this should prove amusing," Ruarc said to no one in particular. He smirked. Being loud, abrasive and insulting in the middle of a Kahunian street almost always led to trouble. The sabertooth even had the brief image of the taunting meercat being lit afire by the entertainer, however far-fetched the idea was. The bat didn't seem the confrontational type. The comment of killing Kahunians might likely lead to a interesting tussle though, after all the reptiles of this place WERE confrontational.

The feline then turned to walk, barely making it two steps before nearly running into an alligator he'd somehow failed to notice. "My apologies," Ruarc snapped out quickly as he continued on. He didn't go far though, only to a nearby unused market booth. There he crouched to take advantage of the little bit of shade the booth cast. The panther batted off the annoying hood from his head and watched the scene unfold.
"People think it would be fun to be a bird because you could fly. But they forget the negative side, which is the preening." -Jack Handey, 'Deep Thoughts from Saturday Night Live.'

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At this point in time, Devani was dreadfully confused. He couldn’t fathom why the unknown being would behave so aggressively toward him. He also felt a tinge of fear when the other mentioned Kahunian holocausts and dabbling the rogues. The last thing the busker wanted was to have his severed head sold for five hundred gold on the black market.

“Look, I’m just the guy who juggles fireballs” Devani explained in exasperation, his voice cracking slightly due to anxiety, “I know nothing of murder or thievery.”

Meanwhile from a far, Budika had reached the end of her rather short rope. She became extremely goaded when the merekat boosted about the killing of her countrymen, but she grew down right furious when he started to intimidate Devani. She saw the bat as a younger brother, and was very aggressive about his welfare.

Discarding the stripped turkey bone over her shoulder, the alligator stormed over to the impudent stranger, wedging her massive body between him and Devani like a barrier of scale and muscle. Her vibrant yellow eyes blazed so passionately that her gaze could burn flesh.

“Hey punk! If you got a problem with him, then you got a problem with me!” Budika snarled while cracking her knuckles, “You said you killed plenty of Kahunians in your time. Lets see you try to killed me!”

The blacksmith punctuated her last statement with a thunderous romp of her tail. She was more than willing to throw a punch, which Devani was quite fearful of. He understood that Budika had the best intentions, but it usually resulted in more trouble. The entertainer decided it was best to stay out of this, and promptly scampered back to his rug.

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Dyrff laughed at the bat scampering off, but was then faced with the problem of the actual Kahunian he was facing. He shrank back slightly at the sight of the alligator, his ears flattening for a moment. But the he straightened up, regaining his composure in the eyes of the audience they had gathered. The show must go on.

"Oh, so your friend can't even protect his own hide, so he must call in his more masculine than feminine friend?" he said, searching for the mental weak point of the alligator's mind. After all, there was little chance of him getting through that tough hide of hers. Still, he did wish that hs new adversary wasn't so much taller than him, as it severely reduced his image.

Dyrff studied the alligator. He had never actually killed, but he had learned to observe, and that was what he could do best. (But he did it best becuase he did nothing else.) He was glad she didn't have a weapon, seeing as he couldn't be sliced in two with just her bare hands. Still, he was afraid he'd be ripped in half. Why, oh why had he left his weapon in the house?
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Budika’s eye twitched madly as her blood reached its boiling point. The stranger’s comment about her masculinity, and Devani’s lack of courage wasn’t the exact reason way she became even more irate (if that was at all possible at this point). It was the simple fact that he didn’t have enough sense to shut up and back down.

Deciding the presumptuous merekat needed to be taught a lesson, Budika hastily made a spin maneuver. Her massive tail flew though the dusty air like an iron sword. Her assault was aiming for the foreigner’s head. The blacksmith wanted nothing more than to hear the sickening crack of the merekat’s skull against her bony scales.

Devani, on the other hand, prayed that the enigma would evade the lashing tail. He hated violence in all its totality. Sound effects that sometimes occurred in battle like the crunching of bone made him want to vomit. The sight of the smallest amount of blood, even his own, would cause him to faint.

With a queasy feeling growing within him, the busker kneeled upon his carpet with his back turned to the confrontation. His eyes were painfully squatted shut. His delicate hands vainly attempted to cover his colossal ears. His jaw could clearly be seen rocking as he ground his teeth. Whatever would happen between the alligator and the merekat, Devani wanted to know nothing of.

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Dyrff had seen this coming, but not this soon. He only managed to just barely descend his head so that the mass of tough hide and scales flew over his head, flattening one of his ears against his head for a moment, followed by a loud rushing of air. He was quite startled by this, but now that he knew the alligator was in attack mode, he would be ready for next time.

"Oh my, that was atrociously painful. To the air above me, that is." he said, hoping to get a few laughs of support from the audience. To the meerkat's displeasure, there were none. As he straightened up, he saw the bat cringing on the sidelines. "Oh, so, bit too much for you?" he said, treating him like a child, though ignoring the fact that he was less than a year older than Devani. "What an odd coincidence that such a person as you would be acquainted with such a brutish fellow!" he said, turning back to Budika, smirking.

Truly, Dyrff was not the wisest chap.
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Budika took a thuggish step forward. Her callused hand was formed into a threatening fist ready to come crashing down. However, she stop dead in her tracks as if robust chains where holding her back. The merekat was employing his malicious tongue to find a mental weak spot through out the whole confrontation. He had finally found it.

Allowing her broad muscles to relax, she slowly turned to peer at Devani on the sidelines. To her hearts discontent, her eyes layed upon the cringing figure of her bat friend cowering like a small child who lost his mother in a sea of unfamilier faces. The foreigner’s comment about the sharp contrast between the their personalities had suddenly reminded Budika of Devani's extreme sensitivity to violence, the only thing that caused him to become so utterly feeble. She realized that in her attempt to defend his spirit, she was destroying it.

The blacksmith turned back to the merekat, but this time not in blind rage. She had replaced her look of pure ferocity to one of mature sternness. Her yellow orbs still flash with disgust for the creature, but the desire to cause bodily harm had vanished. Through soft growls, Budika delivered a deathly omen to the merekat.

“You have one this battle, but you will lose the war. You have proven here that you are shallow, ungrateful, and foolish. You will drown in your arrogance, and no one will come to your aid. Your vile face will be memorized by all of Kahun, and every household will curse your soul. However, no one in this land will hate you more than me. I promise you, if you ever come near me or my little brother again I will rip out your intestine and hang you in the town square.”

There was an awkward silence by the end of the speech. The moment was so intense that the dust that hung in the air seemed to stop and stare. Devani had relaxed from his former state half way through the warning, and had been watching from a seated position on his performance rug. He shivered at the mental image of the fellow mammal dangling by his own innards for the world to see, but he was more intrigued by the term she applied to him: 'little brother'.

Devani had always shared a sibling like connection with Budika, but they rarely expressed that in public. It was mostly due to the fact that Kahunians frowned upon such relations, especially on the part of the reptile involved, as they should know better than to mingle with such inferior folk. Much of Menes had found Budika peculiar due to the fact that she freed an unquestioning servant, and let him live as an equal in her home. There were even some scattered rumors that they were lovers, degrading the alligator’s rank in society further. If it wasn’t for her expert skill in the trade of weapon and armor creation, Budika might have been a total outcast.

Budika, on the other hand, was unaware of what she just stated. She didn’t wait for a reply from the stranger either. She had heard far too much from him. The blacksmith steadily trudged over to Devani, her breath heavy from stress and her seriousness unchanged. When she reached her counterpart, she ran her clawed fingers though his wild ruddy locks. With a more tender tone she uttered to him, “Lets blow this joint. We’re finished here.”

Devani lingered a little while longer, and watched as Budika slowly sauntered off to her booth to pack up her remaining merchandise. He found his reptile friend very unpredictable at times, but that’s what he liked most about her. After quickly picking up the few items he had at that location, the busker chased after the blacksmith, using his echolocation to track her down in the distance.

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Nicholas watched the scene at the edge off the crowd, not noticing as it dispersed around him. The skunk was dressed in a blouse and dress inspite of the heat and kept to the shade as he watched the fight. Hearing the alligators comment he decided to follow them jogging after the pair as they started to leave. "hey!" he yelled after them hopping that they would let him travel with them, this desert was getting far to hot in his clothing.

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Slimtart layed in the middle of the sand not to far from the place the others were. He was sound asleep while the winds blew. The wind blew sand on him till he wasn't visible just a lump in the sand. He didn't wake up even with the sand on him he was tired. He was even sleeping through the noise of people coming near him.
Slimtart: I am known as the twin spirit fox.
Kovu: No...your known as a the demented creature from the darkness.
Slimtart: Oh and you have what power to give me a title? Come here and I will show you why your known as the broken tooth wolf.
Kovu: Noooo! *runs*
Slimtart: Why you running? *Chases*
Benice: *Steps out and punches both their noses making them fall* Stop you two or I will chain you out side again.....males..always a rock in my boot. *sigh.*

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