Sweet to mouth and low to sigh. Come buy, come buy.

[forwhomtheytoll]

The Goblin Market Meme
Based on the Demon's Lexicon

A haven from magicians, a tourist trap, and most of all – a business; the Goblin Markets of the world are places of wonder and magic. Within these mobile night markets, you can find a collection of potion makers, fortune tellers, goods and true answers traded by money or favours.

Things to do:

JUST VISITING: perhaps it's your first time at the market, found through need or by invitation. Take your time browsing through the shops: enchanted weaponry, protective charms, fine crafts and decor. Go get your fortune told.


STEP IT OUT: as a dancer, you're one of the main reasons people show up. Dancing is not only a performance, but done correctly - it can call up demons who will trade their services for a price. Careful - breaking the circle or a misstep can be disastrous. No one wants to be possessed.


WHAT A LOVELY WAY TO BURN: fever fruit and fever blossom water can be a quick way to lower inhibitions. From a dancer, the fever blossom is a way to show favour. How that turns out depends on what you do after.


BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU ASK: if you need a demon's mark removed, or answers to questions that can be found nowhere else, stop by the dance circles. Demons never lie. And their price is always higher than you think it is.


HOME IS WHERE...: you have our own booth, is the leader of the market or are one of the many persons who make their home at the market. Maybe you've got your own abilities - a Pied Piper perhaps, or a necromancer. Not everyone who has magic goes on to become a magician. There's a life outside the market, yes - but it's not where your heart is set.

Comments

Nuala Silverlance | Hellboy | ota

[princessnuala]

Adult!Sarah Williams | Labyrinth | OTA

[labyrinthsolved]

[Just visting]

[loves_abeast]

[Belle's not sure what she's looking for, here, besides some sort of distraction from her broken heart. True, all the potions and trinkets--not to mention some of the vendors--remind her of the not-quite-human man she left behind in a lonely castle. But there are also so many things she's never seen or even read about, and that's exciting enough to almost push the pain away.

She's examining a necklace, trying to figure out if the jewels are actually worth their price, and in lifting them into the light very lightly bumps into the figure next to her]

Oh! Excuse me, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.

peter rumancek | hemlock grove

[gadje]

Just visiting?

[bostonhowler]

[The stroll through the market is anything but casual, in Brigid's mind. She's taking in everything: sights, sounds, smells. Her mind catalogs everything into two categories: Safe and Unsafe.

Today she's here on her Alpha's orders. There's a scroll, a book, a message that offers some insight into the pack, and their immigration from Ireland, and the hunters that followed them. She needs to know these things.

Brigid keeps a tight hand on her bag, knowing the legends of the thieves. This is only her fifth time here, and her second alone. Stopping at a bookseller's stall, her nose catches the whiff of something... different, but definitely a wolf. She looks up and sees him. Her fingers trail away from the books, and she follows him for a moment.]

Lady Zozo | Code of Princess

[undeadparts]

[Hmm, she wonders if they have any "spare parts"...]

1?

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but eventually Veronica tracked the Goblin market and found their location, Zozo following behind, missing an arm.

This was possibly the oddest thing the frankenstein girl has had to do in her life, and considering what she's done that was certainly something.]

We're here. [Finally.] In the Goblin market you can find any type of magic charm or medicine.

...Or spare parts.

[No, she's not looking at Zozo's arm stump, what makes you think that?]

Sounds good to me!

[undeadparts]

Oh good, I was starting to worry the other one would fall off...

[Zozo doesn't notice her Veronica's staring, being too busy looking around the market trying to find a shop selling corpse parts. Paying for something she can get for free via cemeteries is weird, but considering the last one she went to had angry villagers...maybe this wouldn't be so bad.]

Umm...I think there's a shop over there.

[Raising the hand that's still connected, she points to the stand with her staff.]

See it?

Music Meister | Batman: The Brave and the Bold

[hypnotic_patter]

[Totally a dancer, performance to perfection is his business.]

Loki Laufeyson | MCU

[trickstering]

[hulk]

[ After Álfheim, he had suggested a series of slightly shorter weekends away - small mini-getaways to keep Loki's mind off of what he was giving up (for him, for them, and he still couldn't believe it) and on better things. It got even better once he'd finished the bracelet because... Well. It opened a great series of options. Cough.

Anyway.

Sometimes they'd done things around the city itself and the surrounding areas, others Bruce had randomly Googled (nobody had darts or maps anymore, come on). This, though, was of course not his own suggestion but it's certainly... Engaging. Different. Which is all that really matters. Either way, he stays close to Loki's side, watching curiously but knowing so much better by now than to poke or sniff or stray. ]

Exactly what does a person go and pay for... Anything you'd want from here?

Morgana | Merlin | OTA

[marimorgan]

Lydia Carlton | Earl and Fairy

[theoldways]

Older!Anise Tatlin | Tales of the Abyss | ota

[lady_of_daath]

[replaced_noble]

[Moving methodically, the redhead stepped around, searching for the one thing he needed, and knew it could be found here. It would be discreet as necessary for this sort of thing, but that was fine.

Asch knew it would reach out to him subconsciously, take hold of his thoughts and direct him. Indeed it did, taking him to a tent stall that he was unsure of at first, but instinct spoke volumes, he had come to trust it after all this time. He knew because the Demon's Mark throbbed painfully, trying to threaten him into withdrawing rather than having it removed from his flesh.]

Can you help me? I have...a certain kind of business.

Tifa Lockheart/Final Fantasy VII/ Home is Where

[more_than_words]

no smut please. Tifa will be a seller of wares. Can be flexible depending on what your character is seeking. If you need a prompt though how about her being a memory collector? Something you want to forget? She'll take it. But it's a two for the price of one deal and the second memory you might not be so willing to part with.

Re: Tifa Lockheart/Final Fantasy VII/ Home is Where

[countyoursigns]

U-um, hello!

i'm sorry i've run out of cute things to say about the seemingly nonsensical thing i'm doing

[kinetosis]

[ The summer sun baking off the back stone step of a rough little tavern in the city (what passed for a city, then), the familiar, comfortable feel of basking in it while wearing the green moss-matted grey wolf's form as he watched the foreign world of men hustle by - back then, he would've balked at the idea of ever intermingling freely with humans, undoubtedly. Humans or their magic-making counterparts, whatever the real difference (ignorance, he thinks, in less kind words). But things have changed, since then. The tavern is so much rotted wood and crushed stone, by now, centuries under the dust and gone, for sure. Life is not static (no forest, no village), and the world has moved on long before them. He's gotten used to it.

Of course, she's a world apart from the past, now, too. From knowing only whispers of the underworld and paying those of it only cautious homage. Even at his worst, he'd never been stubborn enough to doubt she of all of them would have a natural aptitude for magic, though, once she broke that mold - but her peculiar choice of specialty has never ceased to puzzle him. The market floods with strangers and familiar faces with each deepening night, awash in a sea of treasures and oddities, junk and gold. And every night she picks and chooses pieces of their pasts to rearrange the present. Her abilities have ranged far beyond all that he knows, but these days that's a thought edged with sort of guilty pride, instead. Part of the reason he sticks around (but not even the half of it).

Tonight, there are flower petals showering out of his hair and a clot of moths boiling around the disruptive hand dislodging them, as he sweeps in past the curtain of chattering beads that bars the door. (Well, that's one thing that hasn't changed - he still can't figure out what drives her sensibilities over interior decor. Mud and roots always did him fine.) No customers, yet. But the cluttered little hole-in-the-wall shop is out of the way, set way back where one need look to find - and those calls always come in late. So he doesn't bother with any self-conscious or standoffish airs as he answers the unasked question in the relative quiet. ]

You have anything around here for driving nymphs away?

[ It's not the first time he's asked, and a barely-there layer of clandestine fondness promises it probably won't be the last. (He could live without the flowers, though.) ]

Hastur | Haiyore! Nyaruko-san | OTA

[countyoursigns]

[browsing the booths] Wow! I wonder if they have any his and hers sets? O-or... his and his...

Helios Sprensonne | OC

[folklorist]

[ Just visiting ]

[ Helios is one of the many wayfare travelers to step into the Goblin market for a look at the unique and exotic wares offered. As a mage himself he knows the dangers and darkness of such places. But what brings him here is of his own business and perhaps, just perhaps, it might be a bit dark in and of itself. Retrieving loved ones long since lost was not a thing that was accomplished with regular magic in his world. But perhaps there would be something here that could help him in his desperation and quest to find some sort of solace. ]

[ Home is where ]

[ As a long time merchant of the goblin market Helios is rather accustomed to what people generally want. He's a man who has lots of wares and diversity for his skills. Mask removals, enchanted items, charms and wards against things that go bump in the night. Or perhaps all you need is a love potion or maybe something more powerful to fight off the nastier things that live in shadows of day to day business. Whether is be business or pleasure Helios will surely have something for you. So take a look inside his shop, you'll surely be impressed if not intrigued. Just don't touch some of the books they tend to be a bit...bitey. ]

[Home is....]

[rather_be_surfing]

Derek had heard of this place in passing. Whispers by other hunters, legends he'd found in books. Stray words spoken in various human market places he'd visited in his travels. At the time, he'd given the idea little thought.

At the time, he hadn't been desperate enough to try anything he could in order to save the life of a team member.

It had taken a little while to weave together all that information, linking bits and pieces together until he could figure out where he needed to go, where he could find one of these enchanted places. It was a risk. It was possible he'd bring back more than what he bargained for. But if it would save her life? He'd do it.

He'll make his way through the market stalls, careful not to touch anything, gently refusing any dancers that drew near. But he was looking, all the same. Studying. Making what he could of the stalls and bottles and things. Finally, he stops in front of Helios' booth, giving it, and the man, a curious glance.

"What's your specialty?" it's asked quietly, with a hint of courtesy.

Derek Bliss | Vampires: Los Muertos | (prefs below)

[rather_be_surfing]

((OOC Prefs: OTA for gen, Het for fruit/fever blossom/etc unless you don't mind your guy ultimately being turned down if it goes past some playful/teasing flirting.))

[Just Visiting]

He'll wander the stalls, be respectful of the merchants, ask questions and not touch a thing, but he's obviously looking for something.

[Home is Where]
In these threads, he's actually a bard (see what I did there?)--one that's been bound to someone's stall or wagon by a thin silver chain that keeps him in place. Do you own him? Are you just paying for a performance? Or have you come to try and rescue him?

[Anything goes:]
Yep. Have at.

[dear_heart]

[Going with Home is Where. Also hi Silver ^_^]

She was wandering, rather bewildered by it all. Obviously the young woman was not a regular here and almost out of her element. Her eyes lingered on this and that oddity.

One random thing caught her eye, and she turned her head to look just a moment longer. She really ought to know better. But in any case, she ends up running smack into the man stuck by the wagon.

Altalita Bastion | Immortal Seer OC | OTA

[fates_lightning]

[One Miss Bastion is one to never miss a true opportunity. Altalita has set herself up a large, all encompassing dark blue tent with the pattern of a passing storm across it (rather than the stars you might expect of a Seer).

In front of the tent is a sign:

ALTALITA BASTION
MISTRESS OF FATE
PASTS UNOCKED, FUTURES FORETOLD, FORTUNES GALORE!

So shall you come to have your fortune told, or perhaps you seek advice? Either way, the ever mysterious Miss Bastion is about.]

((Woo. All welcome, etc. Though we may or may not have to discuss things in OOC for certain types of fortunes you seek. I tend to lean more towards prose, but will use whatever you tag me with, in regards to brackets/actionspam vs prose.))

Arabelle "Goldenwing" Kintotech | Original superhero character | OTA

[golden_blazes]

[Visiting]

[Frankly, Arabelle stands out. For one, she's tall. Another's the wings, and then there's the uniform and somewhat obviously technological earpiece.

This sort of place was more Mystica's bag of tricks than hers, but with the sorceress busy with other things, that was why our dear Goldenwing was here. She was attempting to track someone down--largely for information more than anything else.]