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Post by Ninmast on Jun 16, 2008 20:05:47 GMT -5
"You misunderstand," Maxwell answered Samuel. "I collect all sorts of weapons and try to be proficient with all of them. I have over thirty various weapons of different sorts and functions."
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Post by Beanybag on Jun 16, 2008 20:14:07 GMT -5
(Should we wait on GB? o.o )
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Red14
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Post by Red14 on Jun 17, 2008 16:49:03 GMT -5
Across the street from the gun store, sat Alex, sipping a bit of Tea he brought from home and quietly people watching. His huge instrument was leaned up against the wall behind him. He was dressed quite well for just being out and about, his white button up shirt and black slacks looked good with his dark hair. "They seem to be having fun." Alex said smiling, he then continued to spectate their interaction from a distance, his Cello, as always, attracted quite a bit of wandering eyes.
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Post by Toriji on Jun 18, 2008 10:47:28 GMT -5
"It matters not. I have come for a reason. Have either of you seen a young man with silver hair and claws?" Samuel gave a questioning motion.
Cylox was awoken by a single gunshot, it was closer than the others. His ears told him that it came rom a nearby bank. "Hmm, mayed some cadavers to loot." He put on a clay mask with a white face and red eyes. He jumped a few roofs over to the bank and broke down a glass pane. "Alright!..." He looked over to see a man was already there. "Huh? Someone already saved you?" He stood in a fighting stance. "Or are you the on who robbd them?" He acted genuinely angry to cover that he was there to rob them again.
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Post by Ninmast on Jun 18, 2008 11:04:31 GMT -5
(Please, if you insist on not mentioning who's saying something, at least separate different areas and let us know where what is happening.)
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Post by Toriji on Jun 18, 2008 11:06:07 GMT -5
[sorry, that should be better]
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Post by Ninmast on Jun 18, 2008 11:08:40 GMT -5
*Gun Shop*
"Claws? No," Maxwell answered. "I'd remember somebody with claws."
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Post by Giant Brother on Jun 18, 2008 14:44:40 GMT -5
(Yes, we should.)
Michael let out a loud, interrupting yawn. "Excuse me, but are any of you actually going to buy anything?" He said in irritance.
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Post by Ninmast on Jun 18, 2008 20:14:12 GMT -5
Maxwell raised a hand. "I just said I wanted to know if you had a superior version of this shotgun."
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Post by Giant Brother on Jun 18, 2008 20:47:40 GMT -5
"Not that I know of." Michael said. "Well, legally, not that I know of."
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Post by Ninmast on Jun 18, 2008 21:08:50 GMT -5
*Gun Shop*
Maxwell nodded. "How much are you asking for it?"
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Post by Toriji on Jun 19, 2008 16:46:30 GMT -5
"I have no need for you weapons. It was most impolite of you to interrupt." He cracked his knuckles. "Perhaps, you have some weapons under the counter, my friend here would want more?" He smiled "That's usually where they hide them."
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Post by Giant Brother on Jun 20, 2008 18:19:05 GMT -5
"Sorry, old man." Michael said to Samuel. "But I don't see the point in niceties with loiterers. If all you're going to do is pester me and not buy anything, than maybe you should leave, before I do whip out the merchandise under the counter."
"Oh yeah," Michael said before looking back at Maxwell. "And two hundred for the shotgun."
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Post by Toriji on Jun 20, 2008 18:29:09 GMT -5
"Really?" Dynne leaned in with his hand on the counter. "You intend to use whatever you have down there on me? Then lets see. I won't be intimidated by idle threats." He stood back up, seeming to regain control of himself. "Nevermind. I have all of the information I wanted. I'll be leaving." He walks out of the store and down the street to the corner where the officer was directing traffic. "I'll just take a rest here." He said as he reached the end of the building.
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Post by Ninmast on Jun 20, 2008 20:47:32 GMT -5
(What the heck was that, Toriji? We were nowhere near the counter, and considering that was where the real owner is, Michael wouldn't have let you anywhere near it.)
*Gun Shop*
"Two hundred?" the knight asked, pulling up a satchel. "Pretty cheap." What would have really shocked anyone watching was that the coins he poured into his hands weren't silver dollars. They were true, honest-to-goodness gold coins. They were wrapped according to amount for easy counting, allowing him to quickly count out the two hundred gold coins before pulling the satchel strings shut again and passing them to Michael. "And the ammunition for it?"
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