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Post by demonfire on Sept 7, 2007 18:01:30 GMT -5
Brandon walked into the store and picked up a piece of paper and quickly wrote down some information on it.
Demonfire Charm
A Charm in the shape of a black fire that can be worn with a string around the neck. It is about the size of one's palm and about as thick as a notebook. It has a smooth surface but jagged flame tips.
The Demonfire Charm has the ability to allow the wearer to create and throw an evil kind of fire, one that if makes contact can cause the regular fire damage, but also makes the victim's worse nightmares seemingly come alive, although its all in their head. The flame is black around the edges with a purple inside.
Brandon put down the pencil and paper and began ringing the bell anxiously. "Hello?" he said, leaning over the counter and looking about the endless shelves of items.
((Can you price it Vamps? I got no clue what it would be, lol))
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Sept 7, 2007 19:54:31 GMT -5
((Stop. Buying. Crap!!!! >=O Because now I actually have to /POST/, and I am way too damn lazy to be doing that now that the school year has started. Jeesh...))
The old woman who worked the shop shuffled in from the back room clad in a grime-smeared apron and her trademark glasses, thick-rimmed and eye-magnifying as ever. As she reached the counter and realized that her glasses, not much unlike her apron, were also covered in grime, she removed them and spoke to Estrik as she wiped the eye-ware fruitlessly upon her apron, calling out into the room despite the fact that she was nearly as blind as a bat.
"How can I help you, dear?"
((I hope you know the above message was a joke and just the written manifestation of my blatant lethargy. =/))
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Post by demonfire on Sept 9, 2007 14:29:39 GMT -5
((Lol Vamps, I do have a sense of humor, XD. And it's /Brandon/ buying the charm, not Estrik... And to solve the school problem, buy some slaves Vamps! XD))
"Yes, I need this item right here!" he said to the lady who was fruitlessly wiping her glasses. Brandon passed her the slip with the chicken scratch he called writing on it, and began drumming her fingers on it. "How about a price of...3,000 SP, that good?" Brandon asked, while humming himself in his head 'Gone' by Montgomery Gentry.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Sept 10, 2007 19:26:50 GMT -5
(( I know, I know. It's just that some people are quick to get flared up when they take things personally, so... I just wanted to take a few precautions, that's all. ^^; And sorry for the charrie mix-up! I never knew you had 2 of them, lol. ))
The woman placed her glasses back on to the bridge of her nose, the lenses nearly worse than before she has even attempted wiping them off. She snatched up the piece of paper and held it at arm's length as she examined it.
After a few moments of reading and thinking, she cleared her throat a few times. "Well," she began in a voice that was soft and dry and distant- the effects of the slow decay of time on the mortal race," I don't think this particular piece of jewelry is worth as much as 3,000 SP. After all, it's really just some average, everyday fire enchanted to put an opponent under an illusion. I'd say this is worth....ehh...about 1,900 SP, at most. Whattaya say, dear?"
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Post by demonfire on Sept 10, 2007 19:32:42 GMT -5
((Don't worry about it, I don't think most of the people here do either, lol.))
"Oh-kay, that would be fine with me!" Brandon said. He rummaged through his pocket for some cash, and then placed the appropriate amount of SP on the counter and awaited his fire-filled fear maker. Alliteration sure is a nifty writing tool, especially when used in a crazily, evil way.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Sept 10, 2007 19:48:18 GMT -5
(( LMFAO!!! I thought you were /selling/. xD My mistake, but CONGRATS! You get an even better deal. ;'D))
The old woman smiled, took the proper amount of SP from her customer, and shuffled into a back room. Seconds later, she returned with a small, black, drawstring bag tied with a silver rope. She handed the bag over to him.
"The charm's in there, dear. Thank you for purchasing, and I hope to see you again sometime." She smiled warmly as she bid him farewell, heading off into the backroom afterward to tidy up a few things on the shelves and rearrange a few new imports she had received earlier that day.
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