Going to a Yard Sale with the OC Above

i am stealing the freebie again . have a decrepit old man .

vv THANKS noel gives jackson a disease

     "Just when I didn't think I'd find priceless art at this yard sale!" Jackson was besides Noel almost instantly, a familiar flurry of little, red hearts floating around his head. "It's been such a long time. Have you missed me? I missed you. You get any of that mail I sent you? I actually had to print out those pictures for you." 

     The thief looked around. This place was as common as yard sales went, people walking in and out to see old clothes and dusty antiques. All overlooked by the homeowner that would rather go inside in the air conditioning. "You know, if there's something you really want you don't need to settle for these things," Jackson murmured to Noel. "Let me know what you're looking for and I can get you the high end stuff. For free, of course... or maybe for some dinner in exchange~"

It had also been a while since Shrike had seen I'sen! When even was the last time they spoke? ..What did they even talk about. Vapor123 thought it was hats.

So, hats are going to be the theme of this post.

"This one is so cute, do you think so?" Shrike said to her companion. The yard sale was pretty vacant, out of the way in the countryside, manned by an older gentleman who seemed a bit... perturbed. Perhaps he thought these two were a bunch of weirdo cosplayers. Who knows? Not that Shrike seemed to care, fitting a sun hat over her head. Ah, she could still feel the old sweat on it...

"Maybe if you! Are lucky!" she continued on, "You might find some extra tools! Very useful. You know. Even if you have your ones made for yourself, a couple more do not hurt! ..Or! Or, or, or! You could also buy hats with me!! See this one?" She held up a baseball cap to him, blue with the signature red C of the Cubs. "Your own hats are so cute and fun! But maybe you will like this. Maybe! Do you like baseball? ..I do not actually know anything about baseball!"But that was okay, she thought. Maybe they could brew some tea and watch a game on her laptop once they were back in the RV, take a couple notes, and...

Oh, who was she kidding? She would get bored eventually. Only cartoons kept her interest.

     There were a lot of people here, and even more things. Dragon had never seen a yard sale before, but it was interesting. It was like he was in someone's home, but everything had a price tag, and there were all sorts of things he had never even known about. There was a piggy bank that looked like a dog, so many clothes, a really fluffy blanket (he wanted it), a lamp that looked like a globe too.

     He stopped when he saw a young woman with the strangest outfit talking to an older woman, who probably ran the yard sale. The older woman looked tired and angry, the younger one seemed pretty excited. The dynamic was so different, Dragon couldn't help but giggle. When that caused eyes to go to him, he stiffened and rubbed his arm. "O-Oh, s-s-sorry!" he stammered, feeling his face heat up with embarrassment.

     A minute passed and a question weighing on his mind got too heavy. "A-Are you a superhero?" he asked Shrike. He didn't know many superheroes besides Superman, but she was dressed like one, and something about her energy reminded him of one. Was she fighting crimes right now, or did superheroes get breaks too?

It was a very clearly day, it seemed that more and more people thought the exact same idea to sell their old and/or unused property to be rehomed. So many yard sales. And as they opened, a large dark mass swirled in the sky. A swarm, the noises it made were a vassal of horror. It floated around each yard sale, and solidified to form Legion (in a more human shape, that is.) Browse, maybe buy, fragment and leave, rinse and repeat. Legion was extremely fond of yard sales, and always searched to expand its collections.

It stopped and browsed another yard sale, particularly weaving beside Dragon, eyeing both the little boy and the blanket the boy was eyeing. A wave of urges overtook the Legion as they were drawn to the child. "Greetings, little one. Lovely weather, isn't it." They hummed as they crouched down at Dragon, opening their wallet. "Do not mind us. We love yard sales. You can find such interesting things every now and then."

"We noticed your interest in that blanket on the table. Here. This is our good deed for today." They handed the boy way too much money to cover the cost of the blanket, but it seemed that they did not care too much. "You can keep the change. Spend it on whatever you like, perhaps." The Legion only proceeded to leave, as they grabbed a marketed cactus succulent on their way, dumping plenty of cash to cover the cost on the yard sale owner's table.

The hot, balmy weather guaranteed to have someone or another take all of their spring cleaning and dump it into their yard. This was as certain as the temperatures rising. Surely it was an activity of merriment to sort through someone's once loved belongings, each adorned with a sticker indicating a rather reasonable price, and to find items to buy that were sure to melt the hearts of passersby... right?

It wasn't the Lady's heart that was melting. Despite her scales and cold-blooded nature, she was far too warm to indulge in the motions of hunting for a yard sale bargain. And maybe her temperament was as cold as her blood, because she regarded her new yard sale companion with a frigid stare. 

Renard, wasn't it? The name seemed to suit him, she decided, and he had the grace of a nobleman, so she didn't mind being seen with him out of all people she could have chosen to accompany her on this task. She wouldn't dare be caught shopping at such a commoner's sale on her own -- partially to save her pride, and partially because she wanted another person to negotiate on her behalf to hide her lack of courtly manner. "I'm looking for something in particular," she told Ren, never once relaxing her tense posture as she looked up at him. "The prince's birthday is at the end of the summer, and I wouldn't be caught dead being the only one not to bring a gift. He likes stupid things. Pick out something stupid."

'Stupid things' was a rather broad category, but one that yard sales tended to hit quite effortlessly. "Something like a trinket or a DIY kit, or whatever. Whatever you'd give to entertain a child, I think it would keep him occupied, too." Saying such things in front of the seller's face may not have been the most polite, but the Lady knew neither she nor Ren were inclined to take genuine interest in the types of dull knick-knacks that ended up at places like this. 

She tossed a large pocket bag of coins into Ren's hand, a method of carrying change that was rather antiquated. "I don't care what you have to say to the seller to get them to lower the price. All of it is pretty much worthless, anyway." Finally the Lady smiled a dry grin. "Get me a good deal, alright?"

vvv PICKLEPANTRY THANK YOU I OWE YOU MY LIFE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AND YOUR KINDNESS MEANS THE WORLD TO MEEEEE
I BET SHE WOULD LOVE TO TO TO KARAOKE WITH HIM!!

     "I love yard sales. You never know what kind of weird knick-knacks show up!" Cameron beamed at the Marchioness. Several tables were scattered across the big yard with a wide variety of things ranging from old children's toys to dusty, old books to furniture. Little secret, but he'd gotten a sneak peek of these goods a month ago. He'd met with one of the people living here. Guess the rest of the family was scared off, clearing things out to move and all. It was actually another reason he came here, to pick out a gift for his new friend! Who was still hanging out at his house! In the basement.

     That's why Cameron liked the Lady. She was similar. Granted, he only had a feeling. He had no idea that she trapped souls in flowers like he trapped immortals in jars of acid, but if he'd known-- Wow! Maybe she'd love going to karaoke too! With that cold expression that hadn't changed once since arriving, though, he doubted it.

     "Oh hey, look at these!" Speak of the Devil, there was a table of glass jars, vases, art, etc. Cameron grinned at them then at her. "Isn't glass art cool? Look, someone made a glass rose."

"You really didn't have to come..." Lola murmured while she was browsing a bunch of questionably aged baking pans. There was a moment of silence, before she continued, "...but... I appreciate it, I guess." She genuinely wasn't sure whether she had outright invited him or if he had just interpreted it that way, but either way she was grateful for his company, even if she was terrible at showing it. Being around that many people made her nervous. Being around Cameron made her nervous too, but- for different reasons. Anyway! Better to be nervous because of someone you know than to be at the mercy of strangers' curious stares, right? 

"I can probably save that.." she thought out lout, pulling out a bundt cake pan that wasn't too terribly rusted, then awkwardly looked to the side. "I'm sorry, I doubt you care about all this." But she was awful at smalltalk and she really didn't know what to say! ...which was a problem because she really wanted to talk to him. Even standing next to this walking sunshine of a person made her introverted self struggle, because she constantly felt like she should be having a conversation, Lola just didn't know about what, so... she stuck with what she knew. At least this way it didn't sound forced, just a bit scatterbrained, which was accurate. 

Moving on, there were a few more that looked usable, some actually in good condition. "I like the- uhm- heavy duty baking pans. You know, the ones that have some weight to them... like this one." Lola held up a heavier looking cake pan in the shape of little pumpkins. "...it's cute, right?" Why did she care for his opinion? She- she just did okay, nothing to see there. 

(this is not me gushing about a specific type of baking pan wdym)

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(Abndskjdbgf no worries and I love this!! ;v;)
(I am brain empty and it's late, I hope this makes sense jbdfglkgf)

v (dsgakjfndgjf I'm so glad  )

^^(holy heck I love that a lot!! It totally made my day tysm!!🥲❤️ 

+ Thank you Lola for putting up with his weird ass 😔)

(Sorry for taking so long 💀 this turned out a little different from what I initially planned but asdfwhw here goes! ;;v;; )

It was an unusual sight; A tall, suspicious-looking guy wearing a set of completely dark clothes and sunglasses wasn't something you'd see on a daily basis, let alone in a yard sale. He didn't even try to wear something else for a change, but then again, all he had were dark clothes and even more tactical gear. Someone was in a desperate need of a stylist. 

Keith looked around, his eyes moving from object to object. He stopped in his tracks as soon as he spotted a bike and a couple of skateboards. Ah, there it was. He specifically observed the skateboards, which were leaned up against the brick wall. From the looks of it, it looked quite sturdy too, which would be absolutely perfect for his rather….unique hobby. 

He leaned down to get a hold of one of the skateboards. Oh he was right, it was perfect. His lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he stood back up. As he did so, his eyes just so happened to land on a familiar-looking face. He couldn't make her out at first, but then-

"Blood girl!" He called as he made his way towards Lola. What a coincidence! Who knew the two would run into each other in a yard sale of all places? Seeing her face made him realize it had been a while since he last visited the Cafe. Allstars? All stairs? He couldn't remember, but that didn't matter at the moment. Maybe he'd ask her and he could revisit for some blood again. "It's been a while. Did you miss me?" He lowered his sunglasses, revealing the red glow. "Come on, you know it's true, 'cause I missed you too."

"Say, we met at the perfect timing. Why don't you help me test this out?" He raised the skateboard, grinning ambitiously. Keith wanted to see if it was sturdy enough to carry two people, and also it was an excuse to get another hug from Lola. Maybe, just maybe she would start tugging on those stitches again as they zoomed down the street. Or! Or, he could feel that cold sensation once again, from being in contact with her! God he was a freak, but he couldn't help but become more obsessed each time he laid his eyes on Lola. 

     Yard sales were something Reggie was fond of. When he was able to work for small allowances, he'd stop by yard sales around the area and spend it all on things for all the other kids at the orphanage. Even with his new life and the wealth that came with it, he still liked to come by these. Sometimes when he saw all the gently used items or worn clothes he couldn't help but imagine what kind of life they had, what their owners were like, the happy memories attached. It was enough to make him smile softly.

     At least, until he saw a pile of clothes messily tossed into a pile. The small fragment of warmth on Reggie's face disappeared as he coldly stared at the perpetrator. The man was younger than him, probably bulkier, with almost a taunting glint in his eye. Was he doing that on purpose? Reggie's frown deepened. He was half-tempted to fold all those clothes, but that's probably what he wanted.

     Instead, Reggie chose to move away. It was as he passed Keith that a sharp scent hit him enough to make him freeze and stare at him with an alarmed look. Blood. Lots of it. Different kinds. Suddenly that playful look seemed much more sinister. Just who was this man?

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The novelty of yardsales were new to Yur'Vic. The Slaangore hardly understood the idea behind currency in the first place. But he had a day away from the savages, so he was to act civilized. As civilized as he could be while digging through another person's junk and trash. All he had was a fistful of green paper, and everything here was possibly useful...then again some were colorful books. 

Yur'Vic looked over at the man he had come with, the skinwolf (Warhammer term for werewolves) was rooting around in one of the cardboard boxes full of car parts which were rusted beyond any use. One of the colorful books in Yur'Vic's read "The Night Gwen Stacy Died". The cover was a bit too bright for him to believe the title, never the less. 

"Mr. Byko, I may have found something which might interest you. If I remember your hobbies correctly, of course."