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 Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 6:08 pm
Storefront sitting on one of Rasetsu's many streets and turns, Toyin' Around..seriously differs from the other shops. One would think that in a dimension centered around fighting, children's toys wouldnt appeal...but apparently there has to be some want for them. Inside the bright and colorful, allmost wonderland-ish world of 'Toyin' Around' is Teddy Bears, Dolls you name it. It is a toy shop. The owner is a blonde girl named[hopefully not by her parents] "Double Dutch" and stretches the use of both possible meanings of this word to the fullest, allways bouncy and cheerful.
Downstairs though..another blonde has his own buisiness set up. Not many are sure of his name..but the sub-shop's name was the..something, something - Shoten' noones remembers after it was removed from society. Down here though the clog-wearing owner can be paid to..give you a souled toy. Nothing more. You'll find out if you wish to buy one.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 6:22 pm
Even in a dimension where he didnt know anyone, he still felt abit embarrased to be shopping in a child's toy store. But...a pink haired boy's gotta do what a pink haired boy's gotta do. After what seemed like ages he stepped inside and gawked at the multitude of children and older folks who shopped here. Maybe Stephen wasnt the only person to use toys as a weapon. A girl...well that was a bit debatable..just exited with a pair of yo-yo's, strangely enough..they were spiked. Alot of people bought teddy bears and dolls, alot bought puppets. Stephen let out a breath of relief to find he wasnt the only one who found weapons out of common toys.
"Can I help you?" A young woman greeted him, wearing...not only Dutch clothes and clogs, but a jumprope tied around her arm.
"Uh...Im looking for marbles" Stephen looked at her blankly.
"Hoh, kinky eh?"
"......."
She quickly figured that Stephen didnt think the joke was too funny as she led him to a selection of other balls and such. They had alot..not just plastic or metal ones either, they ranged from gold to silver to.."Hm..what are these?"
"Glass"
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 6:36 pm
{Jesus Gawd there's a toy store here now...xDD omg~}
"Toying Around"
A name to attract just about any one...^^;;
"Falconer-sama...? Are you in here...? There's something I need to ask you....!"
Ren enters, her eyes closed, "...Falconer-sama...? You never taught me how to activate the--- Falconer-sama I figured you'd be somewhere in here... you are quite... well, you are very...<.<;; I figured you'd be somewhere like here because you like that kind of stuff...<.<;;"
Opening them slightly to see that she had entered at toy shoppe, "Oi~! It's a toy store!! A toy shoppe! Who would have thought!? I thought it meant... oh... never mind...."
..... {had to make the joke}
"......What's a toy shoppe doing in a Battle Demension?"
She'll never know~
"A TOY SHOPPE! I HAVEN'T BEEN IN ONE OF THESE SINCE I WAS BACK HOME!! OI~ SEHR GUT!! heart "
It's one of those "Your parents never let you get a certain toy because it was either too expensive, or it was dangerous for your age, or THERE WAS NO REASON! THEY JUST DIDN'T BUY YOU YOUR DAMNED BETTY SPAGETTI DOLL!!! EVEN IF YOU ASK FOR IT EVERY DAMNED CHRISTMAS... OH NO... SANTA EVIDENTALLY 'RAN OUT OF THEM'...!!
.....
.......
..........
"Oh...!! Look at all of them, it's like a wonder land of---@_@"
....
Eveidentally straying into an isle of plush toys, Ren stops suddenly and drops to her knees, "Dear God... I don't know what I've done right at all... but apparently back in my battle with Shioa and after that whole Falconer/Zero-sama ordeal, I died and you've accepted me into heaven..."
....
Huggles the plushie wall~
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 9:45 pm
(Holy ******** Ren, we used the same joke...
...great minds think alike...
I swear I didn't read this one before hand...)
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 12:11 pm
[didnt see that joke coming...xD]
"....." Stephen simply looked on seeing Ren completely overjoyed by the toys.
"Ren-chan?" He mumbled letting the shopekeeper take the marbles to the register.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 12:30 pm
"....Oh teddy bear....<.<;;"
There was like a bazillion of them. Decisions, Decisions... kind of like when you're deciding wether or not you want chocolate or vanilla ice cream...
It was a fight between the pink or blue bear... which one to choose.
"EHH!!! THEY ARE BOTH SO KAWAII!"
...I blame the economy...<.<;
and what seemed like forevers and evers of deciding...
"I'VE FINALLY CHOSEN!"
She brings the pink plush to the counter, placing her large brown {leaking} bag on the counter as well for support...
"I'm going to name you Eliane Browne-Bartroli~*!!"
Ha ha...xD
((** Eliane Browne-Bartroli, AKA Elaine Plewman, famous resistance officer in WWII who was later executed at the ever so lovely concentration camp of Dachau for her secretive work on the downfall of Germany, yeah, she was shot... in the head...^^;; ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 6:56 pm
[ owch.....oh nice avvie btw ]
Stephen looked at Ren as he was handed his marbles. He...seriously wasnt suprised that she was freaking out over a stuffed animal, he'd probably be more suprised if she had just ignored the bears.
He opened his mouth to tease her abit and say 'Not to old for stuffed animals, Ren-chan?' but..he was holding a bag of marbles in his left hand, that wasnt a good combination.
He literally poked her brown, squishy, bag a few times then looked up at Ren. "Browne-Batroli?" He shook his head in confusion. "they have the weirdest names.." He mumbled the THEY being Germans. "...sounds like raviolli..."
[wow...I just learned something today, cuz Knowledge is Power ;D]
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 7:29 pm
{Right, WWII was all love...xD oi~ and Elaine was French...=3=}
"Ravioli?"
...>.>
"Good morning Stephen-kun, I wouldn't expect you to be somewhere like a toy store...."
....how odd
"Ha ha... can you believe that judging simply from the title I thought I'd find Falconer-sama in here...?xDDD Pretty ironic huhn?"
...<.<;;;;;
"If you see him please tell him that there is something I need to ask him, it's kind of important..."
....Silence~
[/cente]
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 2:58 am
[fine.... o3o french have weird names....except for Stephen, thats a cool one >>]
"I probably wouldnt expect myself to be somewhere like a toy store either...but I have to restock for the next round somehow." Though Rasetsu did have a sword, gun, and magic store...
It took the boy a few seconds of thinking to understand what Ren ment. Where he immedietly chuckled a few times, "..I see how you could make that mistake."
Stephen wasnt the nosey type, so he rather not of asked what she wanted with Falconer. Maybe help on some homework? No...then she'd probably not even think to ask him, of all people. Maybe they wanted to go watch anime again....>.> a likely story[xD].
"Thank you." He turned and paid for the marbles with American Dollars, no joke. Now he wasnt poor anymore, kinda...
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 8:31 am
{Aw, don't be mean to the French...xD Or the Germans for that matter... they have a German variation of "Stephen" too that is used quite frequently in teh text book...xDD}
"...Marbles...?"
...odd.
".....Right then..."
...
"Oi~! There's something that I needed to ask you too...!" <--- just remembers this.
"---oh....>///////////< It's kind of....<.<;; akward...>.<;;"
....
"Falconer-sama said it'd be good for my health, or something along those lines....>.>;;"
Putting teh pink teddy bear on the counter and scraping together enough of her Euros/Yen together to pay for her/him/it, she takes the clear bag, along with her brown one.
"....I think, that we should start over..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 7:29 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 7:33 am
"You know...<.<;"
Awkward silence~
"You don't...? Well... It's kind of hard to explain...>.>; Our relationship has kind of been..."
....
"Very.... confuzzling...<.<;;"
....
"...and a bit... dead."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 10:47 am
"......."
Stephen turned his head to the side and rubbed the back of his neck. She was right...for one they hadnt spent any real time with eachother for the longest and havnt really had a straight conversation for a while.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 12:47 pm
"....<.<;;"
Another... very awkward silence, "...."
...
"...is that all you have to say...? ....? I mean, that's really isn't saying anything...! Oh... I see how it is..."
....
"....I admit my ever lasting love for you, spill my heart out, and you don't give a total damnation about me, or my heart, or my feelings…! I mean, a total I don’t ever want to speak to you again would have been fine! I just wanted a reply or SOMETHING JESUS GOD MAN!”
Deep Breath~
“….oh, right… I guess that’s all I am… just another fangirl… that’s all… stupid Americans…”
The last part seemed to be mumbled…
….turns to leave, “Come on Elaine, let us go plot the downfall of Adolf… together… maybe I’ll get captured and shot in the head or something, and I’ll be able to join you soon… ” <---- this is a figure of speech in a sense….^^;;
Wow.
That could have gone better…^///^
~[Exits to somewhere]~
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 2:36 pm
"No, wait I was just..." He stopped...by now it was far past completely futile, it was him not having a chance in response. He simply shook his head as he listened and watch Ren as she chewed him out. This was getting ridiculous...he felt he had a good reason to act the way he has been, but Ren simply jumped into a rage. The stupid Americans part...was ignored, thankfully.
When she exited...he stood staring at the door, holding his arms up behind his head. Hearing different whispers and mutterings. He turned to see many people silently watching the event.
"'THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT!!!" Stephen snapped and stormed from the shoppe to think
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