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[seasindorei.livejournal.com]

Being let loose with a bucket load of money was quite a tantalizing thing. He'd have to watch his budget, but in the mean time Ter'thelas was in the market for first of all, real clothing. He cut into one of the clothing stores and immediately set about purchasing everything durable and practical he could get his hands. Five shirts, three sets of trousers, two belts, two sturdy pairs of boots, several jackets and coats and various other miscellany later, he had what he needed. But he still had plenty of money to burn. Perhaps some food to squirrel away?

Or perhaps he could see if someone sold mana. Not impossible on a planet like this, it seemed. In any case, he set off into the streets, shopping bags slung over one shoulder as he wandered the stalls.

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[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"Are you seriously clothes shopping?"

Did you miss her? She's got a bag full of something or other that clanks.

"Shadow, could you be anymore of a stereotype if you tried?"

[seasindorei.livejournal.com]

"If you want to live in that plantsuit thing, be my guest, Needleteeth. But I want real, practical clothing. Hmph." He snorted and stuck his nose in the air a moment.

"It's only reasonable to want high quality gear, after all--oh look, they have firearms over there. I simply have to see what they've got." Ter'thelas headed off int he direction indicated.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you're just a wimp," she replies in her usual drawl. Teasing. It's how you know she likes you.

Or maybe hate. Hard to tell.

"Probably that modern crap that doesn't even have a decent revolving chamber."

[seasindorei.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you're just a cold, heartless, bitch," he retorts, smirking. He knows this game.

"That's possible, but then again there's an advantage to it all, I think. Perhaps a new brace of pistols are in order." He bends over the table, examining the goods for sale.

"Maybe this one." He picks up a hefty double-barreled weapon and breaks it open to look down the bore.

"Ah, a rifle. A rather good looking one at that. Excellent craftsmanship."

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"And you wouldn't have it any other way. Saved your pointy-eared butt more times than I care to count..."

She puts her back to a wall while he examines the guns. Give her an old fashioned scattergun any day of the week over the new-fangled crap.

"Yeah, looks decent. Could probably make better, though."

[seasindorei.livejournal.com]

"And I've saved your rotting hide plenty of times. Feh."

He cradled the weapon under one arm and handed over the asked for price.

"I'll take it. One can never have too many weapons. Besides, if it needs improvement, I know just the woman to ask."