IC: Kellson strolled up the stairs to the building's roof, where the race would begin. He caught sight of the fairy girl from yesterday and chuckled softly. Hyyyyyyyyper.

Looking around, he beat his wings casually, sending a gust of air to knock over a stack of food boxes at a vendor's cart. As the man stooped to retrieve them, Kellson palmed an apple and small bread slice from the counter, dropping the apple into his bag for Norman the hedgehog. He wolfed the bread down and folded his wings beneath his skin once more. They were sensitive, and there was no point in getting them hurt on accident. He looked over the competetors once more. None of them looked very tough. Most of them were armed, which made Kellson smile. If they were armed, they expected trouble. So, it wasn't only a race.

"Hiya, Kellson!"

Kellson turned to see Gloria standing there. "Uh, hey...Gloria, right?"

"Yeah!" she said, waving. "Wow, I'm excited. Some of these guys look tough to beat!"

Casting a dubious eye once more over the others, Kellson shrugged. "Maybe a few, but not very many. Most of them look tough in another way."

"Oh, the weapons? I'm sure it's just for protection or hunting for food," she assured him.

Protection from what? he thought, grinning inwardly. He nodded to her and walked away. More venders had set up their carts and stalls nearby. He sauntered over to a few and looked them over. Food, some weapons. Not much good. One man, tattooed and grimy, waved him over.

"Hey, man, check this hardcore jack out." Kellson let the slang fly by; so many people from so many places. He looked and saw a small white device, no bigger than his thumb, lying on a soft towel. It had a string coming out the top that branched into two more, with small buds on the end. On the top center, a circle with several markings on it was slightly raised above the rest.

"What is it?" he asked, curiousity piqued.

"'S called an iPod. 'S a Shuffle. Push this little switch here, see?" He thumbed a switch on the reverse side. "Now press this button to play the music. Push it again to pause. It holds any music you want. I modified it so it holds more than 15,000 songs. Trust me, dude, you might not be used to electricity with your swords and crap, but this is the greatest. Just go to a big city to get more songs."

Kellson stuck a bud in his ear and listened. Shouts, drums, and twangs erupted from the bud, sounding like a cacophony and a work of art at the same time. "What is it?" he asked, amazed.

"Rock and roll, man! The real heavy stuff is metal." Kellson fell in love. After ten minutes of haggling, Kellson walked away minus his longsword, but with the Shuffle.

OoC: Heh, I wanted him to have background music for flying. Like a car radio in the air. Meh, we need a few more people to spice this up, still.