a peddler's smile, a swindler's lie

Zeitgeist · 06-01-2012, 12:58 PM

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Leave me bleeding on the bed, see you right back here tomorrow, for the next round.Keep this scene inside your head, as the bruises turn to yellow, and the swelling goes down..

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Zeitgeist only gave a silent nod at her words that he figured her to mean to be encouraging. He would think on it but he wasn't certain what would come of his attempts. As he didn't really know of anyone, especially none with a constant supply of wares to be bartered for, he wasn't certain how he would rally anyone together for a market. Perhaps he could speak with a trader once back in Freetown and see if he might be able to garner any advice there. Perhaps someone there would aide him in figuring out where to start. Zeitgeist had no doubt that trying to undertake such a task would take quite a bit of time before he could ever make it come to fruitarian, if he was even able to manage that much.

"Traps?" Z perked up, clearly intrigued. "How easy is it to acquire these traps and what are their success rates?" While he was unable to hunt for himself then perhaps what this female was talking about would aide him. He certainly could use whatever help he could get in order to be able to keep Guillotine fed. Right now he was simply scavenging for their meals. Or well, sharing a meal with another as he was doing with this female.

"I have not, no." He said as he held out his hand. He looked down at the berries that were placed there and sniffed at them. He placed one into his mouth before holding out his hand to Guillotine to allow the boy to sample the fruit as well. "They certainly aren't bad." Zeitgeist spoke up once he had ended up swallowing, handing off the palmful of berries to Guillotine so the boy would have at least a bit of extra nutrition.

Zeitgeist took the piece of meat, passing one down to Guillotine while accepting a smaller piece for himself. He chewed on the cooked meat while listening to the female talk about the packs and explain what one must be in order to join. "What good are these servants if they are not able to perform even the menial of tasks?" He asked quietly. The subject of slavery wasn't a new one to him. It was how he had acquired Guillotine after all. But he had only taken the boy from his master because he was being mistreated and not that Z had found anything morally wrong with having a slave. As long as they weren't being mistreated then he saw no reason not to have an extra set of hands around to help with things that one could not do alone.

Zeitgeist took another small bite of his portion, savoring it and trying to make it last longer. "And how is a leader to act if not to command respect from even those that he doesn't know?" Or perhaps he was interpreting what she was saying all wrong. to him it simply sounded like anyone else you could run into at the market. They had something that you wanted and they knew it. It really was an art to be able to play into their ego and allow them to know you acknowledge their superiority. "This leader, do you know where he comes from?" At least since the female was bothered by it Zeitgeist was figuring that the leader might not be from the area if the was he was acting seemed to be so peculiar.

"A pack of dogs?" He asked with a chuckle. "Funny thing is that while I ran around with a bachelor group back in England hardly any one them were dogs. Or at least full dogs." Sure, there had been more dogs but a greater number of them lived outside of the city and Zeitgeist simply didn't venture out of the city too often. At least not unless it was absolutely necessary. "So is there anything more that you know of this dog pack? Oh, and which pack are you with?"

And if you're ever around, in the city or the suburbs, of this town,
Be sure to come around, I'll be wallowing in sorrow, wearing a frown,
like pierrot the clown.

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