new car, caviar, four-star daydream
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Private for Marie with Imhotep. I figured I'd get this up right away since I'm hoping it can be backdated to yesterday afternoon/evening, the 21st. Let me know if that's not ok :3
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All things considered, Barry was pretty pleased. In one day he'd blown through most of the goods he had on hand, but he had a respectable haul to show for it. The bow and sharpening stones hadn't come cheap, but as they'd provide endless hours of entertainment and countless instances of utility, he found the purchases worthwhile. As an added bonus, the AniWayan instructor had taught him how to maintain the finely crafted device and how to make his own arrows for free. Back to Rie's tent he'd gone; unfortunately, although the smaller, simpler stone tools weren't as valuable as the heavy sharpening blocks, he had a rough time convincing the European to accept the same wares twice. He supposed this problem would only get worse as the market flooded with his product over time. He wasn't particularly concerned, though, since he already had most of what he wanted from the main traders' tents.


He was particularly proud of his trade with Sydney: for simply sharing the secrets of his lightweight greenhouse construction and the vodka recipe (the latter ironically acquired on a trip to Freetown), he was gifted with some dozen varieties of seed. None of the vegetables did much for him, but they would be useful next spring. Jøren ate like — well, a horse. And after seeing some chickens and learning of their benefits (basically that garden pests in equalled fertiliser out), he knew he'd be looking for some once the weather warmed up. They wouldn't be of much use at the moment and he obviously didn't have any food stockpiled for them in advance (much less a coop), but he was satisfied with the idea — and making preliminary preparations — for now.


The only thing left to do was pick up some hardware. If not for Lilin's irresponsible spending, he would've had it already — but he supposed the useless beads and nicknacks she'd bought instead constituted an acceptable 'loss' so long as she kept her mouth shut. Her and Ulilohi palling around was still uncomfortable for him, and it was with some sense of relief he'd left the AniWayan tent behind. Soon he'd be leaving the whole congregation. Apart from a some tanned furs and a little opium, he had nothing left. It was time to restock — plus he was sick of hauling around the rocks. If he'd known, he would've brought Jøren along, but he'd been worried the draught horse might get stolen or lost in the chaos.


For now, he simply took a seat on a split log bench near one of the main thoroughfares and watched the countless individuals wandering by. Exhausted as he was, he still felt a sense of excitement taking it all in. It was almost a shame he'd have to head out once he caught his breath, but he knew he'd be back before long.

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Imhotep was unsure as to why he had left salsola today. He had no real duties nor any real want to do anything. He was much happier spending his time working for Salsola as a new member. Granted that was not a great spot to be but he wanted to enjoy it. He wanted to enjoy it more so because he had never been a member of anything he had always been the dirt so to be considered anything more than that was a feat in itself.

Yawning the sand man glanced around sun gold eyes not focused on one thing or another but he just sat atop his horse Isis. He had to admit that Salsolians did things weird, when this festival came to be they were all commanded to be sure to cover their scents as to not give away that they were Salsolian. Imhotep really didn’t understand but he would never disobey. If Eris and Sirius knew about his past he wondered how they would react. He wondered if he would become nothing. Maybe they would let it go but these were things that the golden male tried not to think of he didn’t want to do anything to risk his knew life. So he took the lessons of obedience and respect and just placed them differently.

He patted his mare as she let out a slight huff the poor gal she didn’t expect to be scrubbed down with weird things. He had rolled himself in mud far from Salsola turf and rubbed her down with other things then gave them both a rinse with mucky river water. This he hoped would remove most of the smell that would align him to one pack but he hadn’t done this much so he was still learning. Tucking his heels in he urged her to move forward. Man and beast still learning to work as a team the mare was slow to get the point of going forward. He knew the basics of horse riding after all he had to in Egypt to make errands faster though there he mainly used a camel though he was also able to take a horse when available. He smiled as he held to her mane he still had no tact for her using a fur and her mane. Though he was glad he had chosen to wear his pants and semi tattered cloak for the weather was a bit chilly for him but that was nothing new.

Finally gaining more courage man and horse found themselves heading deeper into the crowd of others. He had to admit he had not seen the busyness on this level since Cairo or London. He wondered if this happened every year been so new knew nothing nor did he have the ability it seemed to deal with such large amounts of others. Imhotep looked around he wasn’t sure what he wanted or why in honesty he was here torturing himself like this. His arms still ached a bit from the thorns and he noticed it no more so riding because of having to use his arm. Coming up to a more crowed area he slowed Isis to a walk hoping to spot something that would just catch his eyes. Nothing really seemed to though but he felt as though that was because he was not sure what he was really looking for. He started to scan the faces for someone who would be an interesting pick and he noticed a man sitting. He wondered why someone was sitting it seemed like others were busy striking deals and looking around. Everyone was on the move but here was a dark patched wolf sitting down almost calling to Imhotep to come and talk to him.
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-completely fails- sorry 'bout the eternal wait, my muse has been really temperamental lately x__X also, smack me if the PP with him coming closer is not okay XD
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Most of the shoppers paid him little heed as they went about their business. Their eyes would alight as some gadget or nicknack captured their attention, they would chatter excitedly with their travel companions, and their tails would wag as they recognised an old friend or acquaintance across the way. Barry was content to blend into the background on the sidelines; he found the energy pulsating through the crowd fascinating. It seemed to come and go in waves — eventually, the throngs of animated barterers gave way to a trickle of casual onlookers. As the window-shoppers meandered on, another swarm of ardent traders took their place. It amused and awed him how some wolves fought so fiercely to procure items he'd never give a second glance. He guessed it was all relative and circumstantial; surely those less agriculturally inclined would find his enthusiasm for vegetable seeds a little bizarre.


Whatever the case, the longer he observed, the less any given individual stood out in the sea of faces. That was all about to change. Another faction of enterprising customers had descended on the merchants' tents, but it was neither one wolf's aggressive insistence that Rourke accept a dull dagger for a flimsy stool nor a youthful yearling squealing as she ran to a lost childhood friend (or a sibling, perhaps) that caught his attention. It was a muscular man with sleek, vivid, copper-coloured fur on horseback. Intricate tattoos adorned his body and countless piercings accented his sharply pointed ears. Perhaps equally interesting was his apparent immunity to the chaos — he urged his mount forward at a measured pace and carried himself with cool composure.


Their eyes met and the Haligonian offered a friendly, lop-sided smile and a wave of his paw. On-lookers may have assumed the two were already acquainted, but Barry was simply curious — foreigners always intrigued him and he welcomed the opportunity to socialise with someone whose energy seemed commensurate with his own. Only as the Egyptian drew close did some nearby clamour distract him: the irate wolf, in a show of either demonstration or anger, had driven the blunt blade into the stool in question. Rourke stared, mouth agape, as three younger males rushed over from an adjacent tent to subdue the cantankerous customer and then escorted him from the premises. Barry's ears had flattened upon the initial outburst, but they now perked forward as he whistled and shook his head. Looks like someone's had a little too much excitement for one day, eh? he mused to the sandy hound, jerking his snout in the direction of the bristling canine.


He snickered, clearly not perplexed by the situation. This don't seem like your first trip to the rodeo, though, he observed with a grin, standing so he might shake the rider's hand. Barry, he offered as a means of introduction. You ever been through Freetown?

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There's a place downtown where the freaks all come around
It's a hole in the wall, it's a dirty free for all
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Imhotep found himself at ease among the crowds here. Back home this was nothing most of the time he had to fight his way through. here though most moved out of the way of the horse he wasn't sure if few were well versed with horses or what. but he didn't mind to much. Ahead of him though there was a man sitting on a bench and he sat silently watching the crowds pass by.

Imhotep moved closer to the man but Halted Isis when he heard the comotion. he watched and chuckled a bit. Imhotep found himself amused by this. If they were back home that man would be leaving with one less hand. Nodding he smiled. "Looks that way eh" He spoke his thick arabic accent laced he speech and he urged Isis closer. Looking down at him he smiled. "rodeo?" He questioned looking at him. He reached down and shook his hand Imhotep He said as he released the mans hand and dismounted Isis.

He smiled laughing a bit. Once I was on a ship headed here stopped there ولكن القاهرة هي الأسوأ He spoke witching from english to arabic. The egyptian man then stopped and looked at Barry. "I mean Cairo is worse" She spoke chuckling. "Sorry I sometimes forget I not home.




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Barry's ears cupped forward to catch the stranger's thickly accented words. At first he had some difficulty listening through the quiet roar of the crowd, but his brain seemed to calibrate to the unusual cadence and stresses characteristic of a non-native speaker's English quickly. Accents were prevalent in his homeland and ran the gamut from Irish to Australian; throughout his travels in Nova Scotia, he'd encountered even more: Korean, Russian, Spanish. Ah, it's just a saying, he explained, waving his hand dismissively and motioning for the tattooed hound to take a seat. Well met, he added with a congenial smile.


The café-coloured Canadian sank back down to the log bench at a close, but comfortable distance. His citrine gaze wandered across the passing shoppers and their swag, but his attention was mostly focused on his new acquaintance. Cairo, huh? That's... Africa, right? His tail thumped. My grandfather's mate is from Africa. Her coat's really short and smooth like yours, but it looks like someone splattered tan and white paint on a black background... her ears are rounded, too, he explained. She can't shift though, he added with a faint frown, peering inquisitively to Imhotep.


Nobody at the Collective ever asked the Wild Dog why she couldn't assume a bipedal form, although they all had wondered. Alacrity spoke and behaved much like a wolf, and although the rigid customs of her birth clan were foreign to his liberal family, they were not very far removed, like those of a cougar, bear, or even a fox. They could not understand the intricacies of the virus that gifted them with the ability to shift — that the subtle differences between the genera Lycaon and Canis were enough to prevent hybridisation or similar genetic mutation in the face of Z456 — but at least the Egyptian native might know African Wild Dogs could not shift as common knowledge, just as Barry knew red foxes could not. As things stood, he was uncertain if it was just her or all members of her species.


Whatever the case, it was something to talk about — a subject they could both (hopefully) relate to. If nothing else, he was proud of himself for not being completely ignorant; at least he knew where Africa was (or that it existed at all). Must say she finds the winters here pretty rough, he added as an afterthought. How have you been holding up? I got some thick furs here, if you wanna take a look? he offered, nudging his backpack with his foot.

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