Mess with The Bull and you get the...? [NeuRoin]

[Neurotic]

~ Mess with The Bull and you get the...? ~

A new exciting adventure was sure to ascend under the blissful blue sky dotted with white puffy clouds all over the wondrous Romano City. The capital of the Holy Remunun Empire sure was incredible compared to the towns and places the Foxfang's crew had just been on recently. It was almost like they had never been in any place so civilized in their entire lives, when in truth they probably have and it was only Rane who felt like every new place was all different and exciting from the last ones. But who could blame him? With all the magnificent pale white buildings surrounding their small crew on their way from the ship to the market square, everything had to feel new and astounding for the mink folk, even the slightest sounds and instrument strings popping whenever a street performer would come across their path.

Performers, merchants, just good ol’ plain citizens – this island was filled with all sorts of people, except the ones the crew itself was representing. There weren’t that many minks anywhere on any island other that Zou and the little ones surrounding it, and it wasn’t hard to see why. Beings much different from your ordinary human were not welcomed in many places, and often shun upon, much like the fishfolk. However, with so many colorful people surrounding them, not that many stopped to stare at the slightly furrier bypassers, although it was only a matter of time before someone discovered their pirate ship at the shore and reported it to the marines docked nearby… Thus, they were in a bit of a hurry to stock up on some food and beverages, even if Rane didn’t look like he was ready to leave anytime soon.

White fluff covered tail swaying from one side to the other, Rane enthusiastically marched forward as the less eager crew followed in his clopping footsteps, throwing loud complaints about the humid heat and the fast walk pace the captain had been having for a while now, but no matter how much they whined, the man, also known as the overgrown child, didn’t respond and was as if he never heard them in the first place.

Streets filled with music, laughter, smell of delicious food coming from the open booths and people… There were so many places to go and things to see, it was almost painful for Rane to decide where to go first. As he started walking by all those colorful shop stands along the crowded street, his blue eyes began to fill with childish wonder and soon it became impossible for Rane to not wear a wide cheeky grin on his face whilst greeting random people that were passing by him.

“What to do, what to do!?” Sounding much a child would, only with a grown man’s voice, Rane tries hard not to show his excitement to the outer world but fails miserably at the task. His eyes won’t stop moving from one merchants table to the next one, which all look like they hold the same stuff you could pretty much find on any other island, but for some reason the man made it as if he had never seen such items before.

“Oooh~!? No one told me you can buy hats here for your Den Den Mushi!” Not that anyone in the crew wanted to dress up their transporter snails in stupid costumes, but it was worth rejoicing for.

“A-And what about this – or this?!” Surprising most of the merchants safely behind their own stalls, Rane swiftly bounced from one table to the other, fidgeting and fondling any item he could lay his hands on.

“THESE BOTTLE CAPS HAVE FACES CARVED INTO THEM! How many should I buy...” Usually whenever he was pondering about unimportant matters such as this one, he wanted to hear his crew’s opinion and let them decide for him, thus almost like from a habit he spun around to face his friends, only to realize they were nowhere to be sighted.

“Guys..?” Although he seemed a bit dim, it was not hard for the captain to notice that the five of them had been missing for longer than a few seconds now. But since when? As if to act surprised from something that kept happening to him on almost every trip the crew had, Rane widened his blue eyes to match his shocked tone;

“Have they been kidnapped?!” Sweat slowly sliding down his chin and dripping on the cobblestone beneath the hybrids feet, he let out a feeble sneer and quickly scanned the area around him, still unable to match any of the strange manlike faces to his crew mates. How did he lose a bunch of furry minks in just a few minutes after arriving there!?

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, the captain soon let go of all the items he had been holding until then and began walking to the direction they had come from together earlier, and much like a lost child in a huge crowd, he tried seeking for his friends whilst avoiding bumping into people “flowing” from the opposing direction.

Alone and lost on one of the biggest cities of the whole Holy Remunun Empire, he was sure to be caught by a marine sooner or later – either that or he’d starve from hunger because no one in the crew trusted Rane with a lot of beris and were usually there to pay on his behalf… Oh boy. He had to find his nakama and soon before something bad would come his way instead.

 

[Roin]

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"Aye, good sir! I shalt not repeat myself!"

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Set on a stage on one of the largest streets in Romano City, a play was unfolding like in many parts of the city. Where actors failed to find productions of sufficient quality, they often found their way to the streets to perform on the many small platforms set-out and run. It was as beneficial for the owners of the buildings to prepare such things for performers, as they brought streetwalkers and tourists closer and made it more likely to see and examine their businesses. A mutual benefit without any intent, simply a byproduct of the nation's pride in both themselves and their arts. And with the many stages, of course, productions were almost as rampant as salesmen would be. With the crowd fixed on the scene and a set of dividing walls prepared, one unique face was watching with wide eyes.

A young Mink and fond of the fine arts as he was, Farley was no actor. Standing atop a box of props the group used, the costume maker was staring at the sight of the Marine Court drama they were holding. The crowd was chuckling at the performance, but not because of the comedic scene of the actors pointing and continuing their goofy scripting. It was at the obscenely flashing blue and white uniforms, a reversal of the traditional white and blue the Marines actually wore. The play had no hope of being a legendary piece that would ensure Farley's costumes went down in history. And with his large horns poking out clear above his head, the bull began to try and get a better view by scaling up the dresser that the group kept all Farley's other clothes in whenever they did a new play.

As he got the extra foot of height, smiling even bigger, the dresser began to shake. Just a wobble at first, Farley began to hesitate when it stopped. Looking down, he took only a moment before thinking it was okay to continue the spectating. But as he looked back up, the leg of the dresser popped and gave way, crashing into the divider wall Farley was holding onto. Without even a word or a cry, his eyes going big and his nose seeming to scrunch up and close, the divider launched Farley through the air like a catapult slinging its ammunition. The small crowd near the stage all looked to the sight, the actors too ingrained in their dialogue, of the Mink Ankole sailing through the air. And all of them, in horror and anticipation, watched as his horns poked the second actor's butt.

"My word is- HWAHAHUAUAUUAUAH!!!"

The man was knocked forward, his waist moving forward and his hands moving back as he leaped forward and clutched his bum. While Farley landed face-first on the stage, the actor continued his flight directly into the startled and confused partner. The two began a tumble off the stage and into the street, but not before their combined weight struck one side of the stage, the platform's supports buckling underneath them. So as they rolled away, an entire side of the stage's supports snapped and brought it down, Farley's head rocking enough that his horns wedged into the wood with a resounding thunk. Though he was fine, aside from a bruised ego and a bit of pain from falling on his face initially, the bull was stuck face-down thanks to the wood wedging his horns. Even if he had his swords on him, it'd be a pain removing himself from a spot like this.

Beginning to boo, some of the crowd went to help the actors that had been thrown and rolled well-clear by now while the rest began to move away. The dresser creaked and groaned as it finally toppled over and sent the rest of the divider's down. As it crashed to the street the wood splintered and the container fell to pieces, all before spilling out the clothes Farley had worked on. Two or three people looked over and moved to begin taking some of the clothes, no doubt intending to sell them for what they'd be worth, but at last it seemed this part of the street was quieting down. And with all that had happened, the Mink finally let out a muffled sigh into the wood, both hands moving to grab his horns.

"There... goes another show... good job F-Farley..."[/ul][/ul]

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60aa7a = Actor 1
32b49f = Actor 2
dbca93 = Farley