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Post by Shast on Feb 10, 2018 1:10:52 GMT -8
Xeel Posts: 1 Intro | 5 Battle Judge: Single Story Version: Off Version: 20 Locale: Bazaar street in Element City
Despite the colossal wasteland that a decent swath of city currently was the island colossal metropolis functioned more or less as it usually did. No amount of terrorist threats or damage will dissuade the indomitable spirit of an Electopian. After all, this was what, the fourth time such a catastrophe has befallen the city since its creation? Even the destruction of their guardian angels the ONB did not seem to deter the spirits of some locals. Assured as they were that such a catastrophe was 'just a setback.'
One of the streets that echoes this sentiment is the Rainy Day 32nd street Bazaar. A street named after a battlechip of the same name this side-road is always bustling at all hours with merchant stalls vending wares of chips, programs, emulated food, and even navi repair(though dubious looking types always seem to be running these perfectly legal stands). Active as it is, to look upon the street from a nearby buildings window you would imagine it to be open pack of sardines not a plethora of navis.
It is here within this mess a female navi maneuvers through the crowd. She rolls her eyes while catching glimpse of a tall green normal navi helping himself to a digital recreation of vanilla icecream. Strawberry is better. She weaves the crowd on the prowl of something special today.
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Post by "Bill" on Feb 13, 2018 19:15:35 GMT -8
*Being laid off due to the utter destruction of Element City was just the excuse for Embera to take a trip to the mall, that had the good fortune of being undamaged. Going through the stands and perusing the wares. She could hear a small clamor of haggling voices going back and forth before finally stumbling to the perfect little tent. Seeing the sign, Embera exclaimed, her voice booming out to be heard by everyone. *
Embera: No way! BUY ONE GET ONE 50% OFF THE NEW BREATHABLE LEGGINGS!
*Truly a day worth celebrating.*
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Post by Shast on Feb 14, 2018 5:50:40 GMT -8
Xeel
Xeel perks her ears up as the excited roar overshadows the cacophony of other noises, quashing them. Could such a deal be true?! her mind races somehow faster than she does the idea of such a steal. She presses past the confused crowd to the source. Finding Embera mouth agape at the sign Xeel joins by her side with girlish delight. Ohhh yes! It's true! and look here! Xeel giddily points at another flier beneath it, offering 25% off "summer wear" dresses.
and yet... The inevitable happens as the duo read these deals aloud with such elated volume. Other navis catch wind of these crazy steals and begin pouring into the tent. Shoving past the two in an attempt to buy all the clothes!
N-no! C'mon! This is our find! Xeel pipes up to Embera, grabs her hand, and pulls her into the tent.
["Battle" start!]
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Post by "Bill" on Feb 2, 2020 19:58:07 GMT -8
*As the crowd thundered their way past them, Embera saw clamoring hands push past her, pulling her back, and clawing their way through the crowd. Forming a small sun in her hand, she pumped it into the ground, causing it to shift and rumble before cracking apart into a broken mess. Taking to a hover, she quickly shoved past whoever was losing their footing, before catching a glimpse of the Southern Belle seemingly lost in the crowd. Embera let out a shout, hoping the lass would hear.*
Embera: Hey girl! We can't lose out on these! They're limited edition!!!
*Reaching her arm out, she hoped that she could grab hold of the lady o' lightning and propel them both through the crowd of bystanders, blissfully unaware of the collateral damage they were about to become.*
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Post by Shast on Feb 11, 2020 18:34:32 GMT -8
Xeel
Limited Edition?! I need them even more! Between the masses of navis and the splintering ground Xeel was about to be washed away in a sea of screaming ninnies but Emberas hand clasped hers and the made head way into the tent while others wallowed. To increase their chances of landing the perfect deal the lithe navi non-nonchalantly finger gunned small shocks, nearly transparent, blips of electricity at whoever hadn't been stumbled. Not enough to cause any harm but just the right amount to stutter their movements enough to falter under the shuddering ground.
The two girls crash inside on the edge of a table. Peering up over the edge and coming faces to face with a hefty looking normal navi of obvious female persuasion. Her kept but still somehow matted hair bouncing as a reverberation of the rushed entry.
NYEH-HEHEH! She blurts, her voice hearty as grandmas soup from the Windwaker. That's quite the ruckus!
Glancing about, the stall is lined ceiling to floor in draped dresses and scarfs of countless colors and designs, shelf tables full to bursting of rims of cloth for the thrifty crafter on the prowl. and there... on the table in front of the lady... are the objects of their desire, the fabled breathable leggings with a small sign for the buy one, one 50% deal latched to the side. Piled high and in an equally astonishing assortment of colors and patterns.
Oooo... she whispers. Stunned by the options. Her eyes beaming while shaking Emberas shoulder.
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