Market's Place ~The RP~

[Taimu Dolores]

Sin came into the market thinking he'll find traces of his target after fail attempt to get something to drink due to being irritated by unwanted small events. As he wandered he couldn't help but glance at a pair of twins that were pumbled by trash projectiles. "................" He found the scene comical, just didn't show it.  

[Sou Jara]

one of the merchants a large burly man stood in front of the two scowling
"arse youse fellas goona pay fer da damage youse caused?"  

[Kenton Alkemi]

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[Sou Jara]

the merchant fellbackwards into a s mall roll "my back!"

several of the merchants surounded the two in a circle

"he attacked the poor guy!"

"totaly defensless!"

"he did nothing wrong!"

the mob grew....  

[Kenton Alkemi]

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[Sou Jara]

"boil em in oil!"
"fillet them!"
"chop em up and sell there bones as decorative nick-nacks to tourists!"

"no wait! stockade em and let the jarians deal with them!"
this suggestion recived much aproval for all of the mod knew some of the detailed torments trouble makers would forcefully survive  

[Kenton Alkemi]

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[Sou Jara]

the mob roared in outrage
"there trying to escape!"
"get them!"
the mob began pelting the two with all manner of records and beating them with jazz insturments
a pair of the angry shop keepers carted a catapault out onto the streets ang began loading a piano  

[Kenton Alkemi]

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[Sou Jara]

"piano ahoy!"
they launched the piano the mob standing back as with near perfect acuracy it hit the twins dead on
and ending with several piano kets sticking out of macks mouth  

[Kenton Alkemi]

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[Taimu Dolores]

SinThos had an uncontrolable snicker for a moment. It reminded him that something done in a tv show yet not. He continued watching just for the heck of it on a bench.  

[Sou Jara]

the mob quieted and a few of the shopkeepers picked them up carrying them to the magic-proof stocks and locked them in  

[ZombieJeff]

Again, the undead apeared, this time looking somewhat befudled.

They went form shop to shop once more.

"Boss wants furniture this time."

They flooded the street, and would invaribly create quite a scene, weather or not the wanted to.  

[Sou Jara]

a rich looking man with a cart of rotten vegtables stopped near the stocks and set up a stand and soon had a microphone
"rotten fruit! get your rotten fruit! great for pelting crominals! rotten fruit!"

various people and a few zombies flocked to purchase the rotten fruit