Open For Business! (Open)

Another day in Death City, and another chance to earn a shiny penny. Tajime put on his human disguise, complete with his special clothes designed to hide his ears and tail. Wouldn't do to have all the girls gushing over his cuteness and getting in the way of the actual customers. Not that he expected business to be very good today. After all, he was suffering from a serious lack of product to sell. He had sold the last of his legitimate magical artifacts recently, and he had yet to hear any rumors of new ones surfacing in the world at large. Fortunately, his industriousness had not yet failed him; he had a nice backlog of hand-crafted little trinkets that he could fall back on. At least, until he ran out of money. And, by extension, ran out of food. The thought of having to go hungry was enough to send shivers down his spine.

But, there was no time to be idly focusing on the possible future. Not when there was work to be done. With his usual beaming smile, he laid out his blanket on the fringes of the shopping plaza, arranging a wide assortment of tiny baubles, most of which formed of admittedly cheap materials, and most with some kind of kanji hastily scribbled on them. He made sure they were all arranged as tastefully as possible; presentation counts when one wants to sell a product, he told himself.

Satisfied with his work, he plopped down on the section of blanket reserved for his rear and began his sales pitch. "Good luck charms! Get your good luck charms here! Keep the darkness away, sleep more soundly at night! Find luck in friendships, love, muse! Good luck charms! Good luck charms!"

Kjarr had recently decided that he would think of everything as having proper "theme music" to go along with it. While this might seem ridiculous to some, from what he understood music was uplifting, even if it was "sad" music. People can better associate with things when there is music to it, and he didn't need anyone to back him up on this fact. They use music in the background of movies in order to set the mood, people have been listening to music for centuries, and there were all types of music for all types of situations. This clearly meant that music was supposed to be used in every day life, as a way to more easily accept situations.

All morning the peacock walked down the street, and would name a song that reflects something going on around him. Sadly it was early in the day, and all of the shops were closed...So his mind had mostly directed itself towards really awkward, slow jazz music...That seemed to fit the melancholy seen that the morning would tend to offer. Without life in the city, Kjarr was always left in a strange state of depression, and it ruined his day. This was probably due to the fact that no one was giving him any attention, or the fact that there was a lack of younger girls...They usually are in school during these hours, and he couldn't stand older women.

Though this all changed when he heard a small voice calling out. Something about good luck charms...That definitely sounded like something Kjarr needed. As Kjarr made his way to the blanket on the ground, he looked around to see where the voice was coming from. The peacock refused to believe that a child was running a business all by himself, even though he had seen much stranger things in his life. Almost completely forgetting about the good luck charms, Kjarr thought about something...Little kids like him could have fairly young mothers, or even an older sister! If this held true, then forming a relationship with a kid like this would be beneficial to him, and it would also cure his negative mood...

"Hey kid...Wanna see a trick?" While Kjarr hadn't tried to rip people off with his cheap magic tricks, combined with his magic for a while...He still retained most of his skills, and secretly was developing them. This was more or less because he was afraid that he might end up starving himself to death sooner, or later, and he needed a back up plan. The albino presented a quarter, and showed it to him, and then with a flip of his wrist the coin disappeared. Children seemed to get a kick out of this, even though it was fairly simple...Kjarr quickly moved his hand to the kid's ear, and noticed something strange. There were points. Instead of letting it get to him, he presented the coin to the boy. "Umm...Tada! It was in your ear...heh... You've got some interesting physical traits, but who am I to talk, right?" Kjarr held out the quarter for the kid to take, and then continued. "Sooo...how much are your charms? I'd definitely be interested in some luck...Or love...Do you have a sister, by the way? Or a young mother? Ditched by your biological father...leaving a pile of pieces for some lucky man to pick up...And by pick up I mean-" Kjarr's face flushed as he realized what he was saying. Scarring children would probably get him a straight trip to Hell. "I mean...I could use some luck..."

10 in the morning was exactly the perfect time to get drunk. Or rather, remain in the semi-drunken haze that had settled in since the outrageous party last night. How in the world they ever managed to sneak in a tranquilized white tiger into that apartment, it seems none of the attendees would ever know. Forget playing "pull the tail", GiGi had marched right up to the drugged animal and posed for photos like a bored supermodel. They fully expected the photos to be up on Death City's gossip rags by now, which was the only stated reason they were even mingling with the lowly peasants that were the city's middle and working class.

Giordan Fawcett teetered and swayed on their feet, by now completely forgotten about the tabloids they had wanted to personally pick up. They looked a sorry sight enough, with their mussed hair and half unzipped vest. Their sunglasses, which had enormous lips framing the plastic pink lens did little to block out the offensive sunlight. Most of the housewives out to buy fresh groceries were already well aware of Giordan enough to give them a wide berth. The disapproving scowls and the crowds that magically parted before their presence had the witch tittering into their booze-stained boa. They could always just transform outright into a sleek black panther and give the old biddies a good chase, though it would bring the DWMA right down on their head and that was entirely no fun at all. They would never understand a little light magical humor. Of course Giordan would never soil themselves with their disgusting blood.

There was the call of that entrepreneurial tanuki merchant again. Giordan chortled in derision: a blanket in the dust was what he was passing off as a storefront. At this point they couldn't quite recall if they had ever extended the invitation to profit off of more generous patrons (they certainly knew a few individuals who had rather specific itches to scratch), though this wasn't a proper time to conduct business. Informal transactions of the flesh, however, were always timely. They clutched the golden chain so that it would not clink as they took several hushed steps and sidled right up to the desperate man who was also clearly not here for the cheap trinkets on sale. GiGi's long tail tickled at the base of Kjarr's spine as they came up from behind and leaned in close, bringing with them a heavy scent of mingled perfumes, colognes, and liquor."You came to the right place then," they breathed into his ear. GiGi had a low, sultry voice with hungry growls in all the right places that was capable of making even the most bland sentence sound obscene. Standing a good few inches taller than the albino peacock, they began to drape their arm over him so that he would be caught in the golden chain linked from GiGi's collar to their bracelet.