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Post by Noven on Mar 6, 2011 21:52:42 GMT -5
-Noven was curious how they were being viewed by the locals. If they were simple guests, or people who were to be viewed in a suspicious light. Noven hoped that they were welcome, or at least people who were nothing to them. They were strong together, and had survived much, but in this state they would be much more easily defeated, especially when their weakness was shown with an incapacitated party member who was dead weight to them, yet still important as they were bringing him even through the harsh heat.
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Post by freemartialartist on Mar 12, 2011 21:11:44 GMT -5
- The party wormed their way through the thick and boisterous crowd of bazaar. More than a few pickpockets and cutthroats turned a wayward eye toward our heroes, but their steely resolve and imposing stature stayed the miscreant's hands. The incessant merchants proved to have no effect on the resolved *message reduced*. At points, some would literally beg to be patronized. At least eleven times did the same small child attempt to sell them each the same rutabaga, though once with an unconvincing fake mustache that seemed to be made from camel hair.
-After journeying from one side of the throng to the other, they headed into a small but sturdy looking sandstone shop. In side were nice wooden counters that contrasted heavily with the tan stone walls and floor. Hanging from the walls were several shelves of similar make. Upon these shelves, and adorning these walls, were a vast assortment of oddities and trinkets. There were the things you would expect, like tools, furniture, and weapons, but also amulets, jewelry, statues, several strange plants, musical instruments (mostly stringed and small woodwinds) and even a marginally impressive selection of hats. Behind the furthest counter was a set of dry looking stone stairs that led to a second floor where presumably the owner lived.
-In front of those stairs was a strangely garbed man with an incredibly fake smile on his face.
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Post by HansTheHuman on Mar 14, 2011 15:04:57 GMT -5
-He was a man that had a large great-coat loosely slung around his body and done up with three large padlocks arranged vertically on the breast. It was a wonder how this man stood the heat inside the dense coat. He suddenly lifted a gloved hand, and touched his face.
"How did this get here?"
-The man peeled off a smiling paper mask to reveal another mask underneath, a gas-mask. He then inhaled deeply through the mask's filters and the current picked up another paper mask and stuck it to his face. Sighing slowly, the merchant peeled off the second paper mask and shuffled to the right of the desk. Looking up, he saw the group enter his shop.
-The merchant looked at each member of the group individually, looking to see what might appeal to them. They looked exhausted, "food and water" the man thought to himself. They looked like warriors, "weapons". They had a dog, "kibble". Politely, the man pulled up a pitcher of water onto the desk. He then placed both hands on the desk in front of him and leaned in forward.
"Whaddya buyin', strangers?"
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Post by graybeardhalt on Mar 14, 2011 17:12:08 GMT -5
-Halt walked up to the table and slammed his palm down on the table complete seriousness in his face. "Whaddya sellin'!?" Halt glared into the merchant's eyes. I'll take your finest katana, some kibble for my dog, and....a Beretta 92FS 9mm pistol with ammo." All of the sudden 4 violinists appeared out of nowhere and started playing loud, clashing notes filling the air with a violent vibe.
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Post by Noven on Mar 14, 2011 17:14:58 GMT -5
-Noven ignored the music, and continued "We'll need some food and water to go on as well." Noven somehow felt that the merchant had expected this, then again, in this desert it would be a common claim any simple fool could guess at.
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Mar 14, 2011 17:19:08 GMT -5
Fallout poked up his head from on Halt's shoulder, "I'll take a .223 pistol with plenty of ammo, the best blade that you have, preferably a knife, a place for my friend to fix my armor, all of your medical supplies with a pack to carry them in, and an X-M56 Assault rifle with plenty of ammo." Fallout then fell back asleep listening to the violins.
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Post by freemartialartist on Mar 14, 2011 17:22:10 GMT -5
-Hearing his companion's various earthly desires, he could help but roll his eyes to their maximum circumference. Not needing anything of his own, he jokingly added:
-"Four fried chickens, and a coke."
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Post by HansTheHuman on Mar 19, 2011 5:35:04 GMT -5
-Officially in business mode, the merchant addressed Mr. Halt first. Dealing with the specific requests of the katana and gun first, He faced the wall behind him and took down a katana sheathed in a black scabbard with a golden snake emblem wrapped around it from its horizontal position off of a sword-rack nailed to the wall and unsheathed it.
"The edge is one atom thick" The merchant demonstrated this by letting one of the masks drop perpendicularly onto the blade where it was sliced in two with minimal friction.
"The steel is strong" He then placed the tip of the sword in a vice attached to the desk, grasped the handle and proceeded to bend the sword 90 degrees, and then slowly let it back into its original shape completely unwarped. The sword was sheathed back into its scabbard and the merchant placed it on the desk. Next was the Beretta 92FS. He ducked under the desk and reappeared with the requested pistol and placed it next to the katana. As for the kibble, the merchant took into account that they were travelers so high energy dry food was most likely in order. Disappearing behind some shelves to the right of the group, the merchant returned with the kibble and a stainless steel dog bowl.-Turning to Noven, the merchant directed him to a shelf of long-lasting canned goods which would be suitable for long journeys. Allowing Noven to peruse the canned food, the merchant fetched four large water bags, bloated and sloshing with fresh water inside, and placed them with the sword and gun.
-Leaving Mr. Guy for last, due to his incapacitation, the merchant prepared Mr. Artist's order. He typed into a small screen beneath the desk and a hovering ovular drone was summoned from the floor above and glided into the next room to the left. A sizzling noise and a fatty smell of batter and breadcrumbs was emitted out the archway connecting the cooking room with this one. The coke was fetched from a fridge with a transparent glass door by the merchant and placed on the desk.
-The merchant decided to deal with Mr. Guy's weapon orders first and then talk about the armour and medicine, as he was not willing to take an order of ALL his medical supplies seriously. He retrieved the ordered pistol and rifle from under the desk and a gun rack behind him, next to the katana display, receptively. The violinists had finished their song just as the merchant placed down the rifle and, as swift as they came, vanished.-The merchant produced a sachet of strong smelling salts, which he was going to charge for along with the other medical supplies. Approaching Mr. Guy with the sachet, the merchant tore it open in Mr. Guy's face which promptly roused him and he stood up like a plank. This gave the merchant a better look of the damaged armour where he recognised the peculiar logo of the thunderfist.
"Sir. I might have something very special for you" Producing a key, the merchant unlocked the lock at the top of the black coat's breast and a dark smoke rose out from it. The smoke delivered a large helmet with round eyes into the merchant's open hands and then plopped a red beret on top of the dome of the helmet.
"Is this yours, sir?"
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Mar 19, 2011 11:02:24 GMT -5
Fallout stared blankly at it, "That's not mine that's..." Fallout pulled out a beret that he had in his pack, it was just like the one on the helmet, except black in color, "This is mine! Where did you get that, or maybe I should be asking HOW you have it." Fallout then glared at the man, "Do you have my knife as well?" Fallout asked clenching his fists.
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Post by HansTheHuman on Mar 19, 2011 16:16:50 GMT -5
"Then this must be from one of *inhales* your comrade's." The longer sentence made the breathing noise of the gas-mask more conspicuous.
"I'll give you the armours and *inhales* helmets of your fallen comrades for free, sir. *inhales* But I wish payment for the service of me *inhales* delivering them to you." To avoid frustration, the merchant felt he should explain further.
"I suppose you know *inhales* that it was bandits that took these, *inhales* and I consider dealing with them a service on my part." The drone that was tasked with frying the chickens returned with a tray of four small whole chickens fried in golden breadcrumbs.
"As for how I dealt with them, *inhales* I had a few little helpers," The merchant gestured to the drone with his right thumb.
"I assume you'll be taking away?" He said coyly as the drone wrapped up the chickens into a brown paper bag with its small spindled manipulator arms and dropped in a handful of serviettes."To repair your armour *inhales* we can use parts from the armours of your comrades. *inhales* Now, about the medical supplies. *inhales* Will you need anything specific, sir?" The merchant just remembered the other request.
"You also said something about a knife? *inhales* What does it look like?"
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Mar 19, 2011 16:25:40 GMT -5
Fallout had his hopes up some, "The blade is made of solid adamantium, and on the hilt it has spiked knuckles, and it's only the size of a military combat knife. If you don't have it, then I'll take the best knife you have."
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Post by HansTheHuman on Mar 20, 2011 12:10:43 GMT -5
"Adamantium? *inhales* I've heard of that metal, but I *inhales* don't have anything made of the stuff. *inhales* That means I don't have your knife. *inhales* Sorry, sir." The merchant walked back to the wall of weapons behind the desk and pulled down Fallout's requested item. It was a blade as long as a man's forearm, what made it peculiar was the sudden 45 degree bow that formed a very thick knife head not dissimilar to a machete's. The handle was the tail of the knife sandwiched between two pieces of dark wood held together with bolts.
"This is a kukri. *inhales* The knife that thinks it's an axe." The merchant presented the blade to Fallout.
"Now, you also said something about *inhales* medical supplies?"
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Mar 20, 2011 12:25:33 GMT -5
Fallout sighed, "Well some stimpacks, morphine, any anesthetics, gauze, basic surgery supplies really. Nothing too fancy, just enough for field work." Fallout then looked at the blade, somewhat impressed, "And that IS a mighty fine blade."
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Post by Noven on Mar 25, 2011 16:13:28 GMT -5
-"Right, well if we could get some food and water then? Nothing in particular that I'd care for, but I suppose they may have something in particular." Noven looked to the others. "Oh yes, Martial, was it chicken you asked for? Heh, actually, I could go for some myself, thinking about it a bit more."
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Post by HansTheHuman on Dec 30, 2011 8:03:55 GMT -5
Gathering and placing all the requested items on the counter, the merchant moved to his register. The drone returned and plopped the chicken on the counter.
"Now, if isn't *inhale* anything else..." The merchant motioned under the counter.
"Time to *inhale* cash out." He pulled something, a switch or a lever, and an audible mechanism rumbled in the walls and floors.
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A loud trumpet played, the room was showered in confetti and a huge festive banner rolled open behind the merchant. It read "Congratulations 1,000,000th customer!"
"...bugger." Scrambling under the counter to find another lever, he pulled again and a loud hiss sounded from between the planks in the floor. Sleeping gas dispersed around the room, the merchant was protected with his mask.
"Sweet dreams."
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