#kc_necropolis

Tie Guy who does no appear to be fae in anyway blinsk at Murphy "Afraid Idon't take your meaning"

The troll nods to himself, and waits to hear about the eyeglasses.

*Murph is about to say something but then just laughs Ah ya know how it is, ya have too many Tijuana Taxis at the local bar and things kinda get away from ya...whatcha mean you don't have the money on you? *In a lowered tone They take checks, right?

"And our last bid tonight.. a pair of bifocals that was made by Jonathen Lakes, a suspected bastard son of Founding father Ben Frank." This one actually starts at 300 and.. wait, to fae eyes, is that Rose colored? No.. brownish... oh lord, are those Ale colored glasses?

"Yes, but I wasn't sure YOU did," the wide tie man says

It could be the troll seems faintly disappointed.

He winks ambiguously to the fella in the tie before turning his attention to the glasses* Wait, ol Jiggy-Lakes? My cousin, Georgia Jerry, well he heard tell that the original stars and stripes flag was just a shirt Betsy Ross was knitting for her gay friend Johnny Lakes. Scratches his chin* JUST 300?

"350" Someone says. Maybe they heard Murphy

And soon, at 375 dollars and convinced someone has glasses created by Ben Franklin's Gay Bastard son, its done.

"ANd that is our final order, if those of you made your bids will please come to the side parlor your items will be given t you as soon as payments are made"

The troll rises and waits as smaller people move out of the room and out of the way before he heads to the side parlor.

Wide Tie says "enjoy your...purchase" but if they look, he's gone.

The troll and Eshu end up in he parlor, with three big guys as security, the auctioneer, and an accountant. There's also a lovely young woman who ..you're not sure why she's there.

Don't think I caught ya name, boss. it -uh? *Scratches his head at the sudden disappearance

She seems to be 'vanna whiting' the products

The troll does not seem impressed.

Then it's Murphy's and Frank's turn, "Your payment please?"

*Murph allows the Troll to go first. He's singing under his breath now, but audible enough for others to hear Weeeell have ya seen the devil's potty? It' red and made of meat, it's covered in thorns and burns like heck when you sit down on the seat.. ((looking some stuff up for a roll))

the Ebony Unicorn is gorgeous work, Tove and his wife would both be impressed Frank knows

When allowed, he turns it over in massive hands, examining it, feeling the weight of it, the skill of the carving.....

His shaggy head nods, and he hands it back to get his wallet and offer payment.

It's dross, not powerful dross, but potential...and morei mportantly, it's..art.

He pulls out plastic, considers the card a moment, then hands it over with a faint frown.

things are paid over and handed to Frank

in a lovely case

Frank steps back and lets the eshu forward.

*Still singing, he takes out his wallet, procuring a $100 bill. Well the devil's potty it ain't too shoddy in fact it's kinda like magic, cuz if you find yourself down there it really is quite tragic.. Patting his various pockets he makes an "aha" noise and procures a $500 bill from his pocket, handing them both over. Wow, William McKinley!

They take it up, seeming caught up in the music... Vanna ..err th e blonde lady even flutters eyelashes

*Before they can even speak, he's talking How about we go double or nothin'?

"Pardon?"

Oh...a laugh I'm sorry it's just something me and my other very rich friends like to play, I guess y'all couldn't afford it...smacks his lips

the item is lovingly wrapped and.. darn, he has a sax now.

Unless they want something else, they are let out a side exit...unware that the Eshu has paid them with gum wrappers

Rose petals fall on Murphy as he steps outside. Odd...

Frank walks out with the eshu.

*He scratches at his ear before letting out a small chuckle before realizing he's not alone That's a mighty fine pointy-horse you bought

"Thank you. Are you satisfied with your purchase? Or was it more keeping it away from the other party?" His voice is the kind that you feel in your -own- chest.

*The rumbling is so strong it makes him burp. He thumps his chest a moment Oof. Uuuh little bit of column A, little bit of Column B. Things like this can be dangerous to folks who don't know better....but that fella did rile me up.

The troll nods. "So it seemed." He tucks the gift box under his arm (where it almost disappears, so large is he) and puts his hands in his jeans pockets.

*A polite tip of the hat to the Troll as they start to part ways My friend I hope you have safe travels

The troll nods. "And you." He hesitates a moment, then starts to pace away.

and they head off into the night, going their own ways. Unaware that somewhere a prodigal is pulling out a list, a list with names like 'All Descendants of 8th Grade band teacher' , Justin Beiber, and that obnoxious ad director who thinks 'skittlespox' is clever marketing...under that, a new name is written 'Mississippi Murphy'// "Bad sax is better than no sax at all? We shall SEE..we shall see"

(End Scene)

Sufferin' Saxaffras!