Mingling at the Bazaar

[cityship]

Next to the Mall Hotel, a large bazaar sprawled out through the streets. Food stalls, jewelery stalls, plastic surgery stalls...might want to stay away from that last one. But since the bizaar was close by, it served as a good place for the crew to meet up and start their exploration of XaXing.

[[ooc: This is just a general mingling post guys, so jump in and start threads, tag into other people's, whatever you want!]]

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SHOP: WEAPONS

[cityship]

A shady-looking man cloaked in a heavy jacket stood next to twin braziers spouting unusually-colored flame. He had a heavy pack on his back, and his face below his eyes was hidden from view. When the odd brave soul approached him, he opened his jacket to reveal a shocking array of firearms and other weapons.

"What're ya buyin'?" he asked, in a strong Cockney accent.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"Dunno. You have explosives?"

Because you can never go wrong with more explosives.

[cityship]

The merchant gave her a croaking laugh. "Got a lot of things on sale, stranger," he said in a rasping voice. "Grenades, rocket launchers, probably even have a couple plasma mines around here someplace."

He motioned toward the shelves of stockpiled weapons behind him. "Tell you what, you take a look-see for yerself. Unless you've got something particular in mind, o' course."

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

Jr. had a deep, deep love for antique guns from Earth. As long as they were old-style and not like the lasers everybody used in the time and universe he came from, he was interested. So when he spotted the merchant from a distance, the idea of an old-style of gun from another world certainly sounded like a cool thing to have.

He walked over to him with a wave, craning his neck forward to get a better look at the weapons. "That depends. Tell me a little about what'cha got."

[cityship]

The merchant eyed Jr. up and down; though his face wasn't visible, Jr. might see a bit of a twinkle in his eye. "Well, that depends. You a revolver man?"

From his jacket, he produced a firearm with a long, slender barrel -- six shots maximum capacity, obviously not a modern weapon by any means. A .45 caliber single action revolver that look somewhere in between a Schofield Model 3 and a Colt SAA.

"Gun's not just about shootin'," he rasps, loading in three shots and snapping the chamber back into place. "It's about reloadin'. You know what I'm talkin' about, dontcha?"

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

"Of course I do!" Jr. exclaimed, looking pretty excited with what the merchant just pulled out from under that coat of his. He knew models like the ones it resembled well, so the idea of something so awesome in his collection -- his collection that he would return home to one day -- grabbed on to him and had no intention of letting go.

"Everyone else from where I'm from is stuck on those new technologies when it comes to these things."

[cityship]

The man laughed gruffly, handing the weapon to Jr. to inspect. "Cryin' shame, that. But I see you have an eye for things."

It's got a solid weight to it -- a lovely gun, silver metal with a polished wood handle, like something right out of the Wild West.

"Kicks like a mule. Now that's a real weapon, stranger."

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

And the Wild West was exactly what Jr. loved pretending to be in when he had the time to do so in the middle of any situation. Jumping all around to dodge counter-fire, firing back not only with accuracy but many the included action pose or stance. Of course, sometimes that wound up having setbacks. Minor ones, from experience. Thankfully it stayed minor.

Jr. took the gun, twisting his wrist and lifting it up to test the aim and weight. His eyes reflected that of a kid in a candy store. Which he could have passed for considering his physical age. But the way he handled and tested the gun short of firing it reeked of experience with firearms (if the twin pistols he had holstered behind him weren't enough indication).

"Sweet," he muttered as he lowered the gun finally. "It's nice! I'll definitely take this one."

Re: SHOP: WEAPONS

[neverwastenaya.livejournal.com]

The talk earlier from their would-be guide about selling their memories had put Tenaya in a bad mood. Shopping for weapons was always a good way to blow off steam.

"Just browsing for now," she admitted. "But I wouldn't mind something classic. Any suggestions?"

Re: SHOP: WEAPONS

[cityship]

"Something classic, eh?" the man mused, reaching into his jacket. He somehow produced a long service rifle, scope attached. "M1903 Springfield. Bolt-action," he said, handing it almost casually to Tenaya. "1903 to 1936. 'ow's that for classic?"

Re: SHOP: WEAPONS

[neverwastenaya.livejournal.com]

Tenaya picked up the gun, bouncing it lightly in her hands to appraise the weight.

"Nice," she said, examining it. It would be good to find something that she could use in case she ran into an enemy that was immune to energy rounds. "But I'm more of a melee fighter. Got something for close-range?"

Re: SHOP: WEAPONS

[cityship]

"Gonna have to be more specific, lass," he rasped. "Knives? Machetes? Mauls? You want 'em, I got 'em."

He motioned to the shelves of weapons behind him. "Or if yer not sure, yer welcome to browse."

Re: SHOP: WEAPONS

[neverwastenaya.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I would be better off browsing," Tenaya realized.

The various weapons on the shelves were certainly something worth checking out. There was a katara (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katara_%28sword%29) that she lingered over for a moment before picking up a cinquedea (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinquedea). The weight felt good in her hands, though the hilt seemed a little weak for her grip. Still, something she could barter over.

"How much is this one?" she asked.

Re: SHOP: WEAPONS

[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

While passing by, Chase slows down, eying the selection. Firearms, at least, he knows.
"Hey, I've got the rifles, but some of the more delicate pieces ain't in such good condition anymore. You wouldn't happen to have a laser scope modular enough to attach to most mil-spec bodies, a silencer, a gunpowder scale, and a firearms repair kit in good condition?"

He at least hopes that demonstrating that he knows his way around firearms and the repair will suggest he knows what he's doing enough to not take shoddy goods. Street dealers aren't always the most reliable, after all.

Re: SHOP: WEAPONS

[cityship]

The merchant utters a croaking laugh, interrupted briefly by a fit of raspy coughing. From his jacket, he produced a laser scope and silencer.

"You want the rest, you'll have to find yerself another store, mate. Weapons and accessories only."

Re: SHOP: WEAPONS

[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

"Gun kits aren't firearms accessories? Ok, whatever. How much? And only buying them if I can inspect them first. Decent goods only. Otherwise, make an offer."

DO NOT QUESTION THE RULES OF RE4

[cityship]

The merchant types out a few numbers on a small electronic pad and hands it to Chase. "Little edgy, ain't ya, mate? Inspect as much as ya like, but don't break the merchandise."

He's picked a enchanted flaming chainsaw

[cow-abunga.livejournal.com]

"...oh, that looks interesting." Cowabunga said, getting a closer look at a chainsaw, engraved with runes and covered in scorch marks.

Re: He's picked a enchanted flaming chainsaw

[cityship]

The merchant chuckles. "Stranger, stranger, stranger... now THAT'S a weapon!"

He puts a hand up to his... um, kerchief, whispering conspiratorially to Cowabunga, "And just between you and me, stranger, no one around here really knows how to appreciate a good enchanted chainsaw. But if you're interested--"

Re: He's picked a enchanted flaming chainsaw

[cow-abunga.livejournal.com]

"Well you'd have to be crazy to want one. Good thing I'm crazy." Cowabunga answered.

"How much would trading in my axe take off the bill?" He asked, preparing to unstrap said weapon.

Re: He's picked a enchanted flaming chainsaw

[cityship]

The merchant looked... rather delighted, actually; he'd been eyeing that axe since Cowabunga had stepped up. Truth be told, no one wanted to buy the chainsaw much, anyway. Now ordinary chainsaws, those went like hotcakes. "Ah! I'll buy it at a high price!"

He punched out a rather reasonable price on his pad and handed it to Cowabunga. "Whattaya say?"

[shinkenryuu.livejournal.com]

Ryuunosuke was surprised at the greeting but he still looked. He was quietly wondering what the man had in the way of some of the traditional Japanese weapons, but the thought he would at least look first.

"What exactly do you have?" he asked the man.

[cityship]

The merchant seemed to find this exceptionally amusing. "Got a bit of everything, I do. Handguns, rockets, mines, knives, chainsaws... even got the odd plasma weapon if yer lookin'. But maybe you'd like something with a little more flair, eh, stranger?"

He motioned toward a nearby display case, in which was mounted an impressive array of melee weapons: katana, kunai, jitte, the odd naginata, tonfa... you name it, it was there.

[shinkenryuu.livejournal.com]

He saw the weapons in the display case. A katana: the weapon of the samurai. It was a weapon he was all too familiar with. It was something he was definitely interested.

"I like that katana," he told the merchant, "do you have a bow and arrow set of some type as well?"

Well why not? He needed to practice on that just in case something made it so that he was not able to summon even the shinkenmaru. He needed to be ready for anything at all.

Uhhh, I'm going to assume he wants a kyuudo bow

[cityship]

The man motioned at the case below, in which a daikyuu and hanyuu were both displayed.

"Got more modern ones over on the other side, stranger." Compound bows and the like, of course.