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Post by Mike Lohmer on Jun 16, 2005 12:00:04 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah . . . nice job.
IC:
Marcos thanked him, sheathed his cutlass, and felt ready to Patrol with his new job as a Guard in the army.
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hex
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Post by hex on Jun 16, 2005 13:25:21 GMT -5
Hex walked in the room and shoved the other dude out of the way, to get to the shopkeeper.
" Hay i need a pair of swords about the size of a cutlass but alittle smaller about 16 in. But it has to be durabole and nearly weightless and under 500gp."
Hex wait for a reply no even cunserning himself with the other dude who he knocked out of the way.
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Post by laon on Jun 16, 2005 17:33:21 GMT -5
"I got a butterfly dagger would that work?"
Laon explanined it to him.
Butterfly Sword is a short sword with a 16 inch, triangular shaped blade weighing only 1/4 lb. Complete with sword catcher on the guard and only 60 dollars." [/color]
Laon held the blades out and smiled.
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hex
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Post by hex on Jun 16, 2005 18:39:04 GMT -5
Hex took the blades and bought them tossing him the coins then he took the sheaths and walked out.
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Post by laon on Jun 16, 2005 20:21:06 GMT -5
Laon shook his head at the man and put the money in an envolope and half in his pocket and his payment.
Then he wrote down the info.
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Post by cranknjack on Nov 1, 2010 15:04:13 GMT -5
A young woman with slightly elven features came inside the building, her carmel hair flowing behind her. "Hello, anything I can get for thirty?"
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Post by x~Khade~x on Nov 3, 2010 16:23:54 GMT -5
He sauntered in. Looking almost as a peasent: No shirt, dirty ragged pants, yet, he looked like a hard worker. Tone muscles and a clean face. His eyes were eagle sharp and his chin was square, with finely sculpted cheekbones. He didn't let his head hang, it was up and alert.
He made his way to the counter, stopping behind the woman infront, createing a line. As he stood behind her he leaned askewly, scanning the shelves and slabs that held the weapons, trying to decide patiantly.
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Post by cranknjack on Nov 5, 2010 23:34:40 GMT -5
She looked behind her, then moved to the side.
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Post by x~Khade~x on Nov 6, 2010 21:14:41 GMT -5
He smiled warmly with a light laugh. His eyes were gentle and kind. He didn't move, only spoke with wry words.
"Arn't I supposed to be the polite one? Go ahead an get yourself somethin' babe."
He shifted his eyes back to the weapons, letting the space she moved from stay empty for her.
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Post by cranknjack on Nov 7, 2010 20:02:39 GMT -5
"I'm nobodys babe," she said. She looked at the shelf, then noticed the dirk.
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Post by x~Khade~x on Nov 7, 2010 21:27:53 GMT -5
He lifted his brow than nodded, looking off.
"Didn't mean to offend... My appologies, ma'm."
He stayed in place and continued to wait. Stuffing a hand into his pocket, the other scratched his lightly stubbled chin.
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Post by cranknjack on Nov 8, 2010 17:31:41 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, "I just . . . am angry."
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Post by x~Khade~x on Nov 8, 2010 21:17:55 GMT -5
He nods slightly with a faint but friendly smile, sticking the other hand into his pocket, keeping his eyes with her as he spoke.
"I understand, hun. I'll be sure to stay out of your way."
He intended no sarcasim. He wanted to be polite, being strickly raised that way. Rules in his family stuck.
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Post by cranknjack on Nov 9, 2010 7:51:31 GMT -5
She nodded, "Thankyou."
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