Post by Wiseman on Jul 26, 2013 11:41:36 GMT -5
[/B]. Note to self, ”Elevated voice levels scare off customers” noted and learned.
Since then of course ‘Penny’ as he now called himself had been rather successfully shifting the pieces of crap forwarded to him by the contacts of his host. Though the money he earned from it was a meager sum, enough to pay for his stay within the city and sustain the host body with sustenance. His presence within the body had taken away certain parts of its mortality, aging for one…another was its newly found capacity to do things that would be seen as…abnormal. However certain restrictions were still in place, whilst his spiritual power made sure the puppet strings of this living corpse were in his control…to keep it functioning he needed to ingest enough that it had the energy to do its day to day business…and luckily he had learned enough of this trade to keep it this way.
In truth money wasn’t really what he was after with these transactions, nor was the odd cracked teapot or broken clock his true choice of wares. Penny liked to deal in other things for clients that had special tastes, procurement of select items for select non-physical currency was his true and first love. And whilst this did not help him to succeed any in the mortal realm, when he returned to the library…well…he’d enjoy having a crap load more book marks that when he started.
This morning was rather dry, the dust from yesterday’s market had settled well overnight and now that he and the other merchants came dragging cart, horse and wheel it began to fill the air once more like an acrid mist. He had obtained himself a prize spot near a local food kitchen, and whilst the wafting of newly prepared meals began to drift through the morning air Pen knew that his meal would not come in bowl or plate, but hand and foot that used this place . The poorer regions of this city were filled with despair and decay, for him it was a trifling thing to feast among so much delicious madness.
The sun rose in the sky with true splendor marking the beginnings of the day’s trading, he would stand there waiting as potential customers browsed. Another approached him, a begging woman with a cup held high ” Penny for your thoughts sir?”. This one had earned a grin from him out of sheer irony, his hand reached into a pocket and pulled out a copper.
”Certainly!”
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