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Post by Skulls And Pie on Sept 16, 2007 23:03:28 GMT -5
Morbid sauntered over to the weapons shop and whistled "Hash Pipe" as he filled out a form, his throat sore. I am looking for a butcher knife, the size of a sword, but that can transform into a smaller knife for throwing. I believe the total will be 2,000sp? Signed, Morbid. PS: My throat is very sore, so I may not be able to answer any questions. In the corner one could see his math written out. He put this on the counter as he reached into his pocket to retrieve 2,000sp. He tried the other pocket, before finding his money in his back pocket. Rolling his eyes, he placed the money on the table and waited quietly for someone to come assist him. Knew I shouldn't have tried that roar, was all he could think. He took out of his pocket a juice box and smiled as he poked the straw in it and sipped. "Aah," he tried to whisper.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Sept 17, 2007 19:46:36 GMT -5
A tall, thin, wiry-haired man stalked over to the counter, grabbed up the piece of paper, scanned over it, and smiled pleasantly at his customer.
He nodded understandingly before shuffling into the back room.
Moments later, he came back with a rectangular, leather case the length of a young person's forearm. He set the case gently on the table and spoke clearly to Morbid.
"2,000 SP is fine. Your item is in this case here,"-he patted the case pointedly-"but it will stay as a throwing knife until you wish otherwise. Y'know... For easier 'transportation' purposes."
The man pushed the case closer to his customer and with one last friendly smile, said," I will deduct the SP from your account, sir. So I wish you a final thank you and a good day."
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Post by Skulls And Pie on Sept 17, 2007 21:47:51 GMT -5
Morbid smiled and gave the man a friendly look. He took the case in his hand and held the other out to shake hands with the man. "Thank you," he said, hoarsely. He retrieved his hand and put his first two fingers together against his head and did a cross between a salute and a wave. He walked off carefully carrying his weapon. "I dub thee Iuguolo," he rasped as he left the shop."
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