Sell something to the OC above.

hmmm, this idea seems pretty interesting, and I wanna help start it off!! yeehaw.

oh heck.... time for a follow-up....

"Ma'am, I knew exactly what you needed the minute I saw you. Yes, it's absolutely clear to me now." He'd taken on an energetic conman's voice, the kind you might hear from a strange traveler in a 50's movie offering to sell you miracle creams. "You, young lady, you need this bad, you need it now. I'm talking tissues. Crying tissues! These are the only tissues that you can cry into with a one HUNDRED percent satisfaction guar-an-tee. You can cry for hours, and one tissue will STILL absorb all those beautiful tears. And for just three yes that's right miss, THREE smooth round stones a box, how can you go wrong? Do I hear three, three stones, three stones to the lady with the tears like DIAMONDS in her eyes, three going once, twice--what's the verdict, ma'am?"

The oni held out a box of what was very clearly a regular box of tissues, straight from the store.

Nana turned to look, curious. In all honesty, he didn't bump into many kitsune--and this one appeared to have some sort of glass ball. No--a MAGIC glass ball! Full of lightning! Nana grabbed for it, just as Torikku yanked it away.

"Five dollars, huh?" he mused, tapping his foot and rubbing his chin. "You drive a hard bargain, you know. But I've just gotta get that lightning magic in my belly. I can't rest until I eat that thing." He turned, rooting through his pockets for something--and when he turned back around, he had procured a handful of coins, a mildly displeased frog, and countless shiny rocks. "This enough?" he asked, subtly slipping the frog back into its pocket. No sense in spending all his amphibians in one place, mind you...

"Ho! A-An oni!" Torriku stammered. If he hadn't been a mask there would be beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face. Onis and kitsunes didn't get along, at least not THIS kitsune. Every oni he'd met was serious and HATED pranks. This one... Well, to be honest, this one didn't have that same serious nature. But that was just from a glance, and tricksters like Torriku knew not to judge on first impressions.
Now let's see, what was something that could distract an oni...? Something that could get him to leave him alone...?
Aha!
"Hey big guy! Ever seen something like... this?!" The kitsune held up a glass orb. With his free hand he laid one (1) finger against it, immediately causing several colorful lines to touch back. Anywhere he touched, the lines followed. "It's called a plasma globe! Cool, isn't it? You can do anything with this! You can touch it, you can... t-touch it more! Why, you could even eat it! Ha, it's got everything!" He held it close to Nanatsu then quickly pulled it away. "Something like this, though... I can't just let it go so easily, you know? How about, uh... Five dollars?"
Hey, if he could get Nanatsu to not maim him AND give him money? That's a good day!

Torriku put a hand on his chin as he observed the bag of tea leaves offered to him. "Lady, you're a pretty bad salesman," he chuckled then tapped his mask. "I don't take this thing off. In fact, I AM the mask. Can't really drink anything with it. Either that, or you're a bad marijuana dealer." He laughed and clapped his hands until a thought entered his mind: tea. Masa-chan loved tea! Torriku looked at the bags of tea in a new light. "Alright, you're not such a bad dealer. How much you want for all of it?"

The older woman's hands trembled as she looked up at the masked individual, having earlier called him out but now regretting that. Hard. Dolores looked off to the side before chuckling to herself. Goodness, this is so awkward! I should probably just say "never mind" then move on with my day, huh? Besides, I do look so pitiful by asking for money like this... Her eyes drifted over to the pack of tea bags that she clutched in her hands, which were getting increasingly clammier by the moment.

"Oh, I do apologize for... Causing a ruckus," she muttered after an eternity of silence, "... I'm not the type of person to usually haggle so much, I swear. I like to keep to myself, you know... As an individual who tends to linger in the mountains..." She chuckled once more while giving the pack a quick shake, though the noise caused her to wince and take a step back. Is... Is this individual particularly picky with his types of drinks!? She hoped not as she wrung her hands. Does he even like tea? Goodness, was fretting such an appealing option at the moment.

That mask - literal instead of figurative this time - didn't help either.

"This won't even give me that much money, but I don't plan to sell it for much anyways... Do you mind taking this pack of tea bags off my hands? The leaves inside are fresh and not one of those powders, but... To be fair, I don't remember how fresh they are. The bags are sealed, and I don't think this pack has been opened, but... Ummmm..." Dolores started before trailing off with a squeak. He wasn't even that much taller than her, yet here she was... Acting like a mouse staring up at a fox ready to pounce. "... They might be a bit dry for your liking, I think."

The shrinking violet that she was, the elder was quick to take a step back, as if she anticipated rejection from him. That, or she was aware of the myths surrounding him and really didn't want to risk getting possessed by him anytime soon. Would he even find someone like her an appealing target? She was so boring, after all... (The answer, then, would be affirmative, but she believed otherwise.)

"It's... It's okay if you say no..." the older woman mumbled while tracing a finger along the outline of the pack, "... I could use it myself anyhow... I just... Don't want it to sit around and get more stale than it likely already is... You know?" She would've giggled, but it would've been so painfully forced that even she was aware of it and just... Remained silent after that. Ouch.

follow-up time.... please give mercy to these sad old people....

The sound was obnoxious. The sound of a duffel bag getting tossed to the ground. Noel had to face his horrible decisions at some point, and he chose to also drag poor Dolores into them. He seemed more fatigued than usual. Cons of living with the rat, you know? His hands fidgeted with his shirt buttons for a full ass minute before he conjured up the courage to begin speaking to the woman before him, "I've made a terrible mistake, doll." Don't call her that, that's a disgusting nickname. Besides, what mistake could be more terrible than his alcoholism? "She went into the cliffs a week ago and found a puppet. I thought she could sell it, but we've got no luck, and I'm tired of looking at it."

The man slumped down next to the bag and opened it. He rummaged past a forest of crumpled up notebook papers before reaching what it was he wanted to give to her. The "puppet" was made of rusted metal, its electronic eyes blank and fixated on the sky. It was mostly humanoid, save for a vaguely insectoid face.

It was a totally dead and utterly useless robot. Not that Noel knew this, and nor did he care. He just thought it was hideous and that-- with his fingers crossed-- she would like it more than he did, because when he said he was tired of looking at it, he meant it. If she didn't take it, he was likely to take it to the ridge just a little ways from his home and drop it from thirty or so feet up.

He lifted the robot from its resting place and settled it before the woman. "Maybe you like puppets, or maybe you know someone who does. Maybe your... thing will like it." She's a dog and she has a name. "Either way, I'll sell it to you for cheap as, again, I fucking hate seeing it, because it's creepy, and I am genuinely losing sleep over it, and because you are a nice little lady, and you will take it." Gee. If I were Dolores I would kick his ass. "I'm selling for a ten. Whatever that is in your currency."

here is... a follow-up post for you...

“Greetings, darling mortal. It is I, the great Silbe, appearing before you because I very much adore your style. The light features? The religious admiration radiating from your youthful skin pores? Magnificent! Wonderful! Why, I haven’t seen anything like it since that time I accidentally flooded that village and everyone started praying simultaneously to be saved! For you, young lad, what about this?” He waggles a peacock-like feather, about a forearm long, in front of Zachary’s face. It shines the colour of gold, not a fake shitty gold but as of each strand had been hammered down to as fine as it was by a hammer. Except it was far more flexible than metal. Soft, glowy, expensive looking and most of all— shining it had absorbed sunlight itself.

“It came from me, you know, so you know this is good stuff. Ah, well, I shed it, so I guess you can say it’s my waste? Don’t look disgusted now, dear, if I could relieve myself like you mortals I am sure that would also have fine properties. Anywho, this little thing is the skeletal remains of a Celestial’s feather. Wave it like this,” he wobbles it, the feather swishing elegantly with his movements, “and you’ll find most people will be so mesmerised, so enchanted, that they’ll be quite open to whatever you suggest in their enthralment of the essence of yours truly. And if you crush the whole thing, ball it up in those hands of yours, you’ll find yourself holding a ball of sunlight itself, my dear. Oh yes, sunlight! Sunlight from the very Heavens, that which gives life to the earth! What can you do it? Well, establish yourself as god’s messenger, to the stupid. Or blind someone permanently, if you’re vengeful. Instant tan, if you’re sick of looking pale, I suppose. Endless options for an imaginative young lad such as yourself, I believe. Or you could sell it. It would fetch a high price of you’re in need of coinage. But it would be a shame not to see you play with it.

What’s the price? Why, your eternal servitude to me! ...I jest. I have plenty of servants already. I’d much rather see how you will use my little gift. The price will be you showing me something entertaining, little one.”

How could Zach betray Silbe like this :(

"You want to ask for my help with..." he waved his hand over the diamond, "that thing?" He rolled his eyes. "My cat-eared dear, you want to give me something you dug out of the earth? Preposterous, almost insulting! Do you think this little thing can add to my dazzle, my glorious self? I radiate far more than a bejewelled rock, I only adorn myself with the finest silk, weaved from the feathers of angels, and gold tempered in holy fire. This is just a glorified rock that's been under pressure. Tasteless. Your attempt at a sale is denied. But in my honest opinion, you've gotten my curiosity. Let's hope you show me something not befitting a two-bit villain. Don't be mistaken, cat-eared dear. I won't be helping you, merely... watching."

"Lookie lookie," Artemis called, grabbing the seraph's attention. "You're gonna wanna see this!" Satisfied that the angel was looking at her, she held out a diamond, the size of her fist. Or, wait... on closer examination, it was a quartz?

"Take look here, angel boy," she purred. "Genuine diamonds, straight from the earth. I can get them in any size you want. You could bejewel your whole cutesie-wootsie little outfit, or build a palace out of them! And all I ask for in return? Well..." She sneered, showing teeth. "I want your powers. Not literally, you can keep them, but I want you to work for me. In exchange, I'll get you as many of these pretty shiny rocks as you want. How about it?" The "diamond" seemed to grow in her hand, until it was the size of a soccer ball, and she chucked it at the angel. "Think it over."

"I'm going to be frank with you, miss," Johnson told the cat lady with a grunt, "but this deal isn't exactly high-priority. I have a lot of money on my hands, so it's not like I'll starve to death if I don't get this thing off my hands within the next few minutes." Wow, way to make a wonderful first impression. His eyes drifted over to the ground as he continued to hold the selected item in his hands, which remained behind his back as he continued to speak. "Still, it may be of use to you, and it'll likely be of use to me as well, so why not form a win-win situation right now and form a negotiation, shall we?"

With a chuckle, the man offered her a thin smile before finally revealing what he had in hand: a mint-condition cat plush. It was solid white, thus making the stitches easy to see, but it was elegantly crafted. Not a single hair seemed to be out of place, and when he last checked the seams, all of them were tight and purposeful in keeping the toy together. The only contrast against this cat's imaginary fur was the bright blue buttons that were supposed to be eyes, as well as a pink nose.

It was actually quite cute, but the way Johnson presented the cat made it look like he was holding the most disgusting garbage in the world. Which brought him to his next point...

"You see, my wife bought this cat for our son. Again," he grunted with a grimace. The man rolled his eyes before giving the plush a quick shake. "I told her this was a dumb toy to buy for our son, but when she tried telling me that this was meant to be for her, I still told her to get rid of it. Another customer has that cat, but guess who didn't learn?" Johnson laughed bitterly and shuffled his feet against the ground, a vein in the side of his head actually becoming palpable as his annoyance over the topic became - well - more obvious. "But anyway, she bought the cat again, and I took it away from her as soon as I could. She at least didn't claim it was for our son, but... Alas.."

He looked down at the cat and sighed, "... I just want you to get this off my hands. It's probably cheap and kitsch, so it wouldn't give me that much money, but... I care more about getting rid of it than real monetary gain." His scowl faded in favor of a small grin. "Besides, as I told you before, I'm rich. You could even nab this cat from me for free if you want, and I wouldn't bat an eye. Still..." Fluttering his eyes at the other party, his fingers starting to dig into the cat's fur from all that tension, "Mind helping an old man out? I'm sure it'd do you a favor in terms of improving your public image..." Yikes.

OOF. A FOLLOW-UP. I love.... Ace and would die for him....

"Wow. Even during the summertime there are still chilly days like today, huh?" Ace mused as he gazed outside at the storm and its nasty winds. He quickly turned his attention to Johnson and smiled brightly - So brightly, in fact, that it felt like flowers were blooming around him. "I'm glad, though. Because it means you got to come see me! It makes me feel so warm and fuzzy that I could go outside and not get cold at all." It was an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object; the sun vs a giant block of ice. Nevertheless, Ace didn't seem deterred by Johnson's coldness and eagerly moved to behind the counter to prepare something.
"Here you are," he said moments later, setting down a plate and a cup. The drink had a light layer of foam that formed the shape of a heart. "A warm latte not only to energize you but to warm you up from the weather. I also heat up one of our specialty scones for you. It's soft, but if you need me to do anything like cut it up, I'd be happy to help!" He awkwardly smiled and put a hand on the back of his neck. "I'd love to give this to you on the house, but the boss is here today and I'm already on thin ice with her, heh."

In a world where Ace was constantly visited by people hoping to be with him and couples unsure of how to act around him, Leika was a breath of fresh air! He learned pretty early on where her priorities were (thanks to her staring at all the lady customers), so he felt less obligated to speak with her and more authentic. She was unique, too, having been from lands he hadn't even heard of and doing incredible things! It was always interesting to hear stories about it, even if she would drift off to hide some personal info.
Ace had been in the middle of making a few drinks when he heard the offer, looking over to see the book. "Tea, huh?" he blinked, smiling. "Sure! I know how to make a few, but I'm sure adding this to my repertoire will make things easier! You should stop by tomorrow and try some of them out with me! Now, here's your payment, my fair lady! Three whole dollars, and a cup of coffee as a tip!"

Leika didn't even like boys! They stink! But, hanging around in Ace bar felt familiar. It felt safe, cozy, like home in some way. She wouldn't dare to say that out loud, as her home was a thief's den with à lot of unwashed, untamed, thieves. The fun part of hanging around at the coffee bar Ace work wasn't the fact that Ace didn't smell. It was the costumers. A lot of regulars, like her, that visited the shop, talked with Ace, everyone did, and left with their fresh cup of coffee. The most interesting part for Leika however, was how Ace talked to the ladies. The soft remarks. The winks. Void, she had so much to learn from him!

Leika smiled at her, in her eyes, new-found friend. The lad just had this aura around him, that made you consider him your friend. Or at least that's what Leika told herself. "Sooo, " she said. Positioning herself better on her chair. Leika's pointy ears were pricked and a sleazy smile pinned on her lips. "I know it's not, costume to sell the worker in a shop something but you have to check this out!" She said. Loud as ever. Leika then set her bag on her table and started to dig through it. "Aha!" She chirped when she finally found it. It was a book, not too big, not too heavy. Actually it was rather small.           'Thea flavors and making for dummies,' it said. Leika beamed at him. "Just in case you want to make more then those later uhu! I've heard some herbal tea's were used as Love potions in the early days!" She said. Blissfully unaware of the whole Cupid situation. " You Can Have It! for three bucks!" 

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She smiled bright. "just 2? Guess you have a deal!" She said. To happy with spoiled bread.

Maribelle wasn't entirely sure what to make of Leika, but decided to tolerate her for the sake of shoving whatever awful product she had on her person. She barely made eye contact with the older girl, every now and then rubbing her nose, and then glancing down at the little box she held in her own battered hands. It was small and thin, but whatever was inside it smelled... strange.

"I heard that you like spoiled food." She said to Leika. She shook the package in front of her. "I don't know why you would. I think that's disgusting." Leave it to Maribelle to insult a potential customer. With that, however, she opened the box, revealing a whole ass loaf of rye bread. Blue-gray spots of mold dotted the bread. She hadn't even bothered to eat it, either. The bread was almost perfectly untouched, other than an itty-bitty piece having been plucked off the top of it, perhaps because Maribelle was curious.

"I got ripped off at the marketplace up north. They sold me this shit, and I can't take it back or anything, so..." She thrust it out towards Leika. "Just give me about two dollars so I can buy myself some better bread... or, rather, bread from people who won't fucking trick me."

maribelle is emo. follow-up.

If someone ever asked her if her fossils were for sale, Brown would probably beat the poor person up. Her fossils were her treasures, her livelihood. She sure as hell wasn't going to give them away to just anyone, let alone a person whom she was likely convinced would end up damaging the precious rocks in one way or another. In fact, even now, as she confronted the girl, she couldn't help but shudder at that thought.

Though luckily for everyone, the woman wasn't here to try selling a fossil. She did, however, end up getting a little too reckless with her hobby with horticulture just a few months ago, and now her kudzu plant was threatening to overwhelm her entire garden. That garden was comparable in value to her fossils - thanks to the rose bushes and other plants she made sure to baby almost every other day - but at least she wouldn't fight anyone over it. Hopefully.

"I doubt you would have much idea what this plant is," she grunted to the teenager while presenting a bag full of kudzu pods, "but my own plant just produced a bunch of these a few days ago, and I want to get rid of these fuckers before it overruns the entire fucking garden." Brown chuckled to herself so much that she even wiped a tear from her eye, because apparently, the thought of her garden getting destroyed by a single vine was... Amusing? Well, in the morbid sense at least, which fell right up Brown's alley anyhow. "I trimmed away all the runners beforehand and burnt them in the fireplace, so these pods are the only ones left... These are such a hassle to get rid of..."

Wait, isn't she trying to sell these? Way to make a good first impression there, miss.

She seemed aware of this as she now stated in a more gentle tone, "Though, to be honest, kudzu is a pretty plant. The problem is just that in this environment, it grows fast. Really fucking fast. If you do not work to contain it, it will soon overwhelm everything else. But the flowers it makes are indeed worth the risks. The cultivar I own yields a bright purple bloom that smells faintly of lavender, with a mix of cinnamon. You should at least try it, given that it likely does not exist in your area. Just... Be prepared for lots and lots of responsibility, I guess." The woman tittered into her palm before taking a few steps towards the girl and giving the bag a quick shake.

"Besides... I know that my offer, in the long run, will be better than leech pie..." Brown teased quite pointedly, "I heard that you can eat parts of the plant too, though I have never tried it myself. These pods, in other words, are the investment, even if I did talk shit about them at first." Sure. "I can sell them for cheap too, even, if you're skeptical. I have a lot of money to spare anyhow. It is not like getting rejected will condemn me to death or anything like that." And with that out of the way, the woman started to laugh, giving the bag another shake like she was offering it to an animal. Rude! And a bit on the disgusting side as well.

Brown: FINALLY. MORE FUCKING FOSSILS. (idk what part at this point because she's been getting them more often recently, but she loves her fossils u_u)

actual follow-up is under the spoiler as always:

"You're here just in time, " Nathaniel said. Waving Brown over. The port seemed to be empty for the night. Nathaniel climbed down a smaller ladder that went to lower leveled docks. Nathaniel didn't wait for Brown, nor carried a light. His eyes seemed to be adapted to the heavy darkness that clouded the port. He stepped light footy over the docks until he stopped at a particular spot. An iron hence was made in the docks wall. Nathaniel opened the heavy door with one hand, as if it was made of wood. Show off. Behind it lay a vault of sorts, a cellar-like room. Cleverley hidden in the wall. It was there that Nathaniel lighted his lantern with firestones and bathing the secret port room with some light. It was small chamber with a low ceiling, fully made of grey stone and seaweeds. There was a table placed in it, in the center of it that was flanked by several barrels and crates. With some trouble Nathaniel stepped inside, still holding the 'vaults door' for Brown. Like a gent would. 

"I've got your fosiles, " he hummed. Grabbing a carefully wrapped big canvas bag that sat underneath the table. He lifted on said table and opened the poorly stitched zipper. It was filled with bones. Differinting from pearly white, to old yellow. Fossiled rocks, embers, paw prints. A back full of goodies so to speak. "So what about it?" Nathaniel said with an easy smile. "I've kept my end of the bargain, now I would like to see yours. And with that, I mean: I want to see some coins." He laughs. "Oh before you bath me in golds and goods one note. Don't call me a Fish again, alright miss? Just Nath will survive."
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"You sure know how to flatter an old sailor like me huh miss," He said eyeing the liquorice with a big smile. "But sure, I've got some money but I think my services.. are more of use, what can I help you with," he said. He was so easily bought with liquorice and tbh, same