14905/Pesky Plundering Pixies

Pesky Plundering Pixies
Date of Scene:	06 June 2023
Location:	The Troll Market (Brooklyn Bridge)
Synopsis:	The Young Pixies plundered and got taught a valuable lesson, learn the rules of the realms!
Cast of Characters:	Veira Lazarescu, Nettie Crowe, Richard Stadler, Illyana Rasputina

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Veira Lazarescu has posed:
It would seem that some Pixies have been up to shenanigans with some of the shops around Brooklyn. Things have been taken, but none of the high end stuff was ever sold or tried to be fenced. Soon enough there was video caught of why that's probably not happened, little pixies had been stealing for some reason. And the newest report had lead people to the doors of the Troll Market that lies below the Brooklyn Bridge as one is followed.

The Troll Market is busier than ever this warm June night and there is the smell of petrichor in the air. Rain is on the way. There was a hole in a bag because there are tiny seed pearls from an old antique necklace that litter the ground from the place it was stolen all the way to the doors here.

Those that had already found their way to the entrance to the place underneath the Brooklyn Bridge are greeted by a rather suspicious looking character with four eyes, two of them a bit reptilian looking that gauge the intent of one that enters the place. By some token of luck or by knowledge already possessed, people had made their way here.

This place is a veritable riot of things that have only been seen in dreams and things that might be considered only seen in nightmares. But people that are here should realize that the mortal realm has been left behind and they are in a very different place.

A short set of steps grant access for people to join the main walkways of redidents and buyers that mill about. There are humanoids, scaley folks and feather haired things peddling their wares and imaginative creations tonight. It's just like going to a really busy mall at Christmas...

But you might have taken some psychoactive drugs prior to this trip as well. We aren't judging.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    It's all about the breadcrumbs, figuratively speaking.

    When a loose associate mentioned something of hers going missing (and how many Oxford-attending tea masters are there in New York City?), Nettie Crowe had determined it was time to step out of the shop and head down to where the grass grows violet in places and the girls tend to be supernatural creatures hiding just out of plain sight.

    It's not precisely Guns N' Roses, but it works well enough.

    The silver-white haired witch gives a soft hum of a sound as she steps into the Goblin Market, taking a deeeeeeeeeep breath, and lets it out.

    "Aah, I love market days." she hums, as her familiar crow lands on her shoulder.

Richard Stadler has posed:
     Once upon a time in Brooklyn, there was a rather mousy looking bespecled woman. She had gotten off the hyper loop a few days ago, merrily making her way to a shop in Brooklyn that sold... items that were hard to obtain. She had made a purchase she was excited about! One she had waited a few weeks for and was practically vibrating with excitement when she came to pick it up... only to be told it had been stolen. Stolen! Well, the cops wouldn't be of no help, and the video he had of it was obviously broken. Because it showed Pixies sneaking in and stealing it.

Well, she wasn't about to let some fairies just run off with her item! Also, pixies were /real/? So the mousy woman set herself to investigate; looking behind the shop. Asking a few questions at the other shops, not getting a /whole/ lot of sleep. Or food. Until she found herself walking down some stairs in an alley she couldn't quite recall being in before, and looking up at four-eyes here (no, no glasses like her, he just had /four eyes/." And then she's stumbling into the new area, frozen with shock and wonder at what she was seeing.

"OH! Wow! Is that- But... oh, a lizard-" She starts before giving a short squeal to nearby flapping. "Pet crow!"

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
    The breadcrumb trail never leads to good places in stories.

    Among stuff out of nightmares is a certain self-possessed angelic Russian following rumors. Rumors that filtered up to the highest parts of the magic community and not quite world-shaking enough to require a Mister Doctor's involvement.

    Illyana passes under the bridge and descends the stairs, not really ogling. Strange looking people trading at the weirdest version of Scarborough Fair haven't earned her double take...good to know she's in good company if things go bad. Her blue t shirt is the only giveaway about something amiss or unusual, split down the front by a silver-banded trifork that doesn't personify Neptune. A bag over her shoulder is beaten and battered in an inch of its life. Heavy too, its wares leaking magic. /Interesting/ magic. Glamor and something older to tempt the unsuspecting.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
"No, Jan's not with me today. He's practicing for the new show, but he sends his regards." Veira states to one of the shop keeps that stand outside the door going into their little abode. So many things lived here and it was all a wonder of how things were together in the structures.

Magic...just says it's magic.

"Atilla said that he was fetching something and should be back shortly." the one eyed woman states. "You said that someone left me something?" she asks of Meiret curiously as her umber eye watches the little shop keep.

"Oh, yes!" they wave their little arms, getting all excited. "We have it, yes. All safe and sound." they state as the shuffle around to a box that is covered in deep red velvet. "Okay it's a box." she whispers to Meiret.

Meanwhile the paths that are lined with curious individuals seem to get a bit wider as one goes. Atilla, his little dragon legs hurrying as he tries to get back to Veira with his prizes. "They had them!" he states excitedly with a little puff of flame as he approaches her.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
For those that are Pixie Hunting, it is not hard to find one...or three of them amongst the crowd of oddities. As a matter of fact they aren't even hiding. The one with the seed pearls spilling out of the bag is actually at a stall trying to trade some of them. "Good to ward off vampires!" they snicker to the person that they are pitching the sale to. Because there is definitely some poor vampire stopped at a light trying to desperately count seed pearls so they can walk somewhere.

Poor guys.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "A PET?!" The crow er... crows. And the Crowe that the Crow is crowing from purses her lips, and turns to the mousey woman, the young-looking witch looking her down and up a moment before her eyebrows draw up, and she crosses her arms over her gray sweater.

    "No, poppet, not a pet I'm afraid. He's a little too willful for *that* position." Nettie replies with a smile, tapping herself and pulling out a silk pouch from her pocket, she brings a hand-rolled cigarette (also emotional support tobacco) to her lips and gives it a light with her finger.

    "First time at the market, dear?"

Richard Stadler has posed:
    The woman simply stares at the crow through her round glasses, mouth slightly open, and could be the very picture of 'overstimulated' in the dictionary. She really can't be blamed, with everything going on, but especially not with the fact that their was a crow talking to her, a rather attractive Slavic woman walking nearby, the person the pet- notapet was with just lighting a cigarette with her /finger/, and-

"DRAGON!" She yells out, with such a force that it's bound to to illicit some stares or startlement. She's rather acutely aware of it, too, her face red, her hands moving quickly to cover up her mouth, and in the end giving a bit of a sheepish nod over to Nettie. "Ahh.. err... umm... Yes." She manages to squeak out.

"No one told me Brooklyn was magic! I'm sorry! And I... well also sorry for calling him a pet. Can I apologize? I have peanuts!" She says, digging into her jacket for a sleeve of the snacks.

Looking her over, the exuberance did hide the slight sign of aging; someone who was in their mid thirties, rather than 20s. She was dress sensibly, at least, a slightly too big brown leather jacket, sufficient for adventuring, with what looks to be a cute little anime cat stitched onto one of the shoulders. Boot cut jeans with boots to match, too. Fashionable? No, but certainly sensible.

And rather... distractible, as she's halfway from getting the peanuts out before spotting the pixies at a stand. "Hey! /Hey!/ There they are!"

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
    Illyana follows the drifts of conversation in small, breezy snatches. She maneuvers past the stalls at a languid clip that slows down to visually check the contents and wares on sale. The shop keeper's excitement over a box is the center of her discreet interest in case.

    Then she has to turn to a louder call. Looks back and forth a bit, seeming like a lost late teenager in a wild mix of strange people. An easy mark.

    "Dragon? Ooh, where?" Look, it's loud and easy to pick out. "Does that happen often?" she asks the nearest bystander. The woman shouting about it gets her notice.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Atilla winds his way over to where Veira is standing and then someone shouts Dragon and he looks around, "Oh...did she mean me?" he asks. "I think she did my love, did you do something you shouldn't have? Steal someones nuggets?" the Romanian chuckles to the black dragon.

"Though we should be heading home. I think I need to visit one of my Unseelie friends this week and see if they can help with locating...whatever is in this book." she pats it.

With that, Atilla nods and then flaps his wings a few times before getting airborn.

And oh shit, the Pixies have been made! The skinny ones move to high tail it out of their, leaving the chubby one with the sack that they'd thrown their stolen goods into. "Ah...oh...ummm..." the little round fae creature gives a nervous chuckle. Then it catches a little handful of seed pearls and throws it in the direction of the persuers. Like it might stop them.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Nettie narrows her eyes at the pixies, pesky little pucks, and she reaches into her sleeve and draws out her wand.

    "Freeze!" she states, pointing the tip at the poor tubby one left holding the bag. Literally. She looks over to the excited woman, while the crow is still /aghast/ at being offered peanuts. "I've always wanted to say that."

    "You, my little prankster and theiving friend, have something that belongs to a friend of mine, and I would much rather take it back in one piece than rebuild it!"

Richard Stadler has posed:
     Those pixies have a /lot/ to answer for. Crimes like distracting the mousy woman from some cute black-scaled dragon that was just now flapping it's wings to /actually/ fly into the air. Unforgiveable! She was already distraught at the crow seeming shocked for the offered legumes, and she couldn't even offer him some string cheese to save face!

But at the very least she got to see something cool, her eyes almost shining as the young looking, British sounding magic user actually pulls out a /wand/. "Witch." She says in a fascinated, hush toned, before being pelted with seed pearls.

"Gah! Pft, /hey/." She says, bringing a pout to bear against the rotund pixie. "You- Oh. Yes, Freeze is fun to say, it's like you're in an action movie! Ah, /ahem/." She says, turning back to the Pixie. "And you also took something from me! Or what /was/ going to be mine. It's a-" She says, moving to fish her phone out of her jacket pocket, before freezing.

"Ahh.. Do-" She says, looking over to Nettie, before looking around at the crowd and picking Illy at random. "Do like, regular cell phones work here or do you need a... a magical scroll?"

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
    With the commotion Illyana can dare staring at Atilla a little. He's a dragon after all. A fine dragon to look on and hatch plans over later when not technically following up on a problem. Blatant staring is rude and she turns away after a few seconds further.

    In time to catch an unusual freak snowstorm of pearls, which draws the icy Russian into more purposeful strides. The casual slink is thrown off. The stride she can manage in those tall black boots belongs to someone a few inches grander and taller. "Nyet, ice spells are out of season," she replies to Nettie's call. "Is there a magic police badge to flash?"

    Her eyes gleam under the heavy blunt fringe, not quite right. The woman who shouted dragon points at her and she gestures flippantly at a pixie making haste to any place not here. "I never get a signal. Have to go astral, da?" A flick of her wrist creates a faint shimmer in the air beyond the pixie hurrying away, just in case they need it netted for a quick return.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Oh shit. SMOL crimes are happening!

The chubby pixie all but freezes in his spot, "We...ah...here, take these!" he states as he lugs the bag he was carrying back over towards the people who were shouting at him.

Meanwhile the tall half-Fae woman is looking over the situation with a bit of amusement. "Little pixies getting into trouble. Wonder what they were collecting for." she muses sidelong to Atilla. The dragon gives a shrug, "I'm guessing they took the rotund one with them in case they got caught." he confirms.

"Now now, no calling people rotund or we'll be getting salads the next time we visit the golden arches." she points out. "It's rude to call people names. Even if you can eat them." she points out.

Then she looks about, before heading towards Nettie and the other woman, "Sadly the phone doesn't work down here. You could show your photo gallery, but internet, taking photos and videos...none of that works." she explains.

The chubby pixie eyes the peanuts from the lady, "We trade? Peanuts for Property?" they ask.

"Also, seed counting is for Vampires in some lore. Not Humans. Who is teaching you your human lore and how to escape them?" Atilla asks the little chubby one. Veira rolls her eyes, "Atilla..."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Small Crimes Units.

    "... incidentally I do have an ID, but not sure if it counts as a 'badge'. Not for such small potatoes." Nettie replies, wand drawing up, and then back into he rsleeve as she looks around, adn turns to her crow.

    "See if you can't spot the others, if you would Corvax." she asks of her familiar, who gives a caw and takes off.

    She seems satisfied, though, that the lady is willing to trade legumes for loot.

Richard Stadler has posed:
     The mousy woman pouts at the many points of confirmation (and the addition of a tall ethereal woman) telling her that she wasn't going to get texts down here. How was she supposed to comparison shop without the internet!? Oh, well, at least that cute dragon is back, who she waves shyly and briefly to. "Err... ahh, thank you!" She says, before turning to the Slavic lady. "And umm... spasiba!" She attempts. At least the accent with the single word was okay.

"Are their cops here? Or is it... like... hue and cry and we take them to a magic judge-" She ruminates, before the bag is smacked in front of her. Well, now she didn't have to show a picture of the item itself!

As to the Pixie's offer, she looks to the packet of peanuts sticking out of her pocket, looks to the chubby Pixie, and then folds her arms. "/No/. Because that's /my/ property you stole, and you shouldn't be rewarded by getting paid for it. Besides, I already offered the peanuts to the crow, and they have to-" She said, before Corvax is flapping away, her eyes following the familiar as they head off. Well. Free's up peanuts.

So she holds up a hand. "All right, HOWEVER! I will take my property, and you will get peanuts as a gift. Not as payment! Understand?" She says. Assuming an affirmative, she's already got her head buried in the sack, searching around, before popping her head back out. "Oh, what are you looking for, Miz Witch?"

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
    Petty Pixie Perambulations. CSI: SCU.

    Illyana keeps a tight line on the dimensional warp she created. No magical source there for all that the fine frayed margin might seem that way. A pixie ready to present itself unexpectedly could be swallowed up in the portal at a thought's notice.

    "Authority, yes. Not wearing uniforms or waving guns." She smirks, black-lipped gloss a corvid's wing on snowy skin. "Guns here, very stupid."

    The witch isn't intervening with the trade of peanuts so neither is she.

Veira Lazarescu has posed:
Pugo, the chubby Pixie gives a look to the lady. "We exchange." he offers the sack to her. The laws of the mortal realm were not the same here. "We left things for these. We exchanged. So we will exchange again." the little Pixie nods to this.

Because that made sense for him.

Not so much mortals.

One of the others that has a booth close gives a tsk, "This is why we don't steal from the neighborhoods that we are close to, young one. There are rules and laws. Learn them and you'll be better off." they state to them.

"I'll give it back. No peanuts needed." the little guy says. And with that. He relinquishes his hold and things. "Umm. I go now!" he states as he starts to wander off.