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Amethyst's Drinkin' and Fightin' Emp- Emporer-Emp- PLACE TO BUY STUFF!
#637451 - Wed Aug 13 2008 08:23 PM
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It's a quaint little weapon shoppe in the dead corner of some passing village you were probably in at one time or another. The building is a nice one-floor size with cement brick walls, the corners of the building are curved, and there's a nice entrance room at the front. The main roof is solid and also concrete, but the entrance room/entrance has a roof made of straw. Overall it looks pretty damned medieval.
There are random signs both outside and inside with catchy phrases such as 'Enchanted Magic Gems on Sale!', 'Free Sword! If you live through the deadly traps!', and 'Special discount if you attack the shoppe keeper!'
There's a big hanging sign at the entrance, sticking off some random wooden pole. On it isn't 'Amethyst's Drinkin' and -' you get the idea. Fact, Ame isn't even in the title. It's just a picture of a sword infront of a shield.
The shoppe has roughly three rooms. The entrance, which has all sorts of weapons and odd magical gadgets on sale - as well as the counter in which you purchase said things; the storage room, where everything else is kept; and the practice room, which is used to test out said weapons. Behind the store is further evidence of a practice range, but the grass on it is overgrown and it probably hasn't been used in a while. Now you may be wondering, roughly three rooms? Why yes, roughly. There's also a closet coming off the entrance room that's currently - and quite badly - concealing the corpse of the old owner. The same owner that Amethyst recently killed and attempted to hide because you, YOU, just happened to walk in right after the slaughter.
Oh, and the blood splatter over the carpet is just a decoration.
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The sound of horses could be heard outside the building. There were at least two outside. It wasn't long before the sounds of dismounting and footsteps could be heard.
A man slipped through the door. He was roughly six foot in height with an average build. It would be unwise to think that he would be easily pushed over. Looking around, his golden eyes glanced about as he stood there. His attire was that of a male kimono done in black and silver. Turning sideways, he held his hand out toward the door only for it to be taken by a female hand.
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Having finished mugging the owner of the shop not two seconds ago, Ame was midway through bagging loot before she heard horses pulling up outside. Glancing left and right, she first looked for an escape route. "Dammit all, there is no [censored] time!" she grumbled to herself. Her eyes shot down to the victim on the floor "Oi," then the bandit went about kicking the poor weapon merchant. "Wake up and distract them." ... "Wake up, Dammit!" ... Amethyst kicked the guy hard - the same man rolling over all blankeyed and dull. "[censored]! I accidentally killed him! Crap crap crap."
Oh, now it's getting good. Some guy is coming towards the entrance. The baikokudo was going to have to think quick.
Ame dragged the guy quickly to the nearest place she could think of, which was part storage closet, part bathroom. Fitting place to store a body! With a heave, Ame also tossed the large bag of loot into the nearest corner. Ya know, so it wouldn't look too inconspicuous. But wait, there's no time to broom up the place she just mobbed! And how would she explain the blood trail!? Ame thought over this one hard. Maybe the owner hunts deer. Yeah, that'll work.
"[censored], that wont work! I-" Ame started, right when some bastard with fancy eyes walked in.
... She casually sheathed her sword, while staring at him. Then went behind the counter like nothing was out of place. Drumming her fingers on the counter top in irritable thought, "Y...o. What do you want?"
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The male smirked softly as he was addressed by the apparently annoyed looking woman. His face turned and he bowed his head as she entered.
A woman covered in a black velvet cloak slipped within the building. The hood of the cloak rested upon her head exposing her striking face and golden strands pale hair. Her hand slipped from her companions as she took a few more steps into the building once more resting under the cloak. Looking about, she could see, and smell, the scene of death though interestingly there was no body to be found. Curious, Neiako turned and glanced toward the woman behind the counter as the scent of blood wafted from her direction and from the back.
"Where is your master?"
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Continueing to drum her fingers, Ame glared at the procession of rich bastards as they came in. Dead bodies weren't her main worry, it was getting out of the area before the cops showed up. We're talking about a woman who's killed hundreds of people in her time with nothing but a sword and a mug of saki for crying out loud. Like one closet corpse is going to make her loose her cool. It was just the specific bastards that came in that got her. Money aside, those two reeked of arrogance and assholery.
Then came that line about the master.
Oh, that did it.
"What did you say?!" She got up on the chair behind the counter and stomped her sandaled foot on the desk, exposing to them her sword like she use to do all the time in good olde 1830's Japan. That 'you've spit on my honor and I have every right to remove your head' pose. "If you're gunna disrepect me like that, get out. I don't need your damn money, regardless of how much you've got."
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The man moved in front of Neiako and rested his hand on the sword's handle at his side. He stood firm with his eyes slightly narrowed giving that back down look.
Neiako could only smirk from where she stood and looked up toward the woman. Her face clearly read amusement. She was amused at the woman's reaction before her. It amused her so much, Neiako's hand raised slightly toward her mouth as she laughed. As she laughed, the man relaxed though his hand still stayed upon his weapon. Curling her hand a bit as she brought it down, her eyes glared at the other woman.
"You do not own this establishment. This is owned by a man whom I have done business with, and am currently doing business with. You may be his apprentice, making him your master. Then again, you could be some thief that is trying to cover her tracks by acting like the owner of this place. There is blood on the ground. I can smell it. An altercation has happened here. I care not what happened. What I care about is picking up the piece I commissioned that was said to be done today."
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Oh man, now this bitch is getting to be a jerk. The laughing Ame could take - it's not like she hasn't been laughed at before by multitudes of evil people. [censored], even her oldtime buddy, Obsid laughed at ideas she had. But when the newcomer suddenly up and gets anal at Ame, she has to retort the only way she knows how.
By being taken aback and speechless.
"The [censored]? ... No. Wait.. The [censored]!?" Oh, actions would speak so much louder than words here. Ame unsheaths her sword and shakes it angrilly at the other two. She's so red in the face and angry that tearing them apart piece by piece seems to be her only option. But, if you consider that she merely wants to get away from the crimescene, she'll have to make something up instead. Something good. Something that makes damned well sense. "Damn you!" Ame started, deciding after a point that explaining the blood smell on her werewolfism or something like pms wasn't going to work. "I'm no student, I'm master of my own sword. That bastard old owner was murdered by someone yesterday and I, uh, bought up the place the second it went up. Weapons and all. Got it? So show a little more [censored] respect."
She sheathed her sword and got down. Turning towards the back. "Now I'll go get your damned weapon." Pause... "What'd it look like, anyway?"
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Neiako's hand slipped down toward her side. She could easily see through the lie that the woman before her was saying. However, Neiako said nothing and just let the lie go. It mattered not to her as long as she got what she had ordered.
"I am sorry then. I had not known that this building was resold so recently." She watched as the other woman turned toward the back. "It is a red bladed sword with a silver handle."
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