“You know most of this stuff isn’t legal in Dogwood, right?”
The voice comes from outside Leo’s shop, ‘Bye the Buy’ and it will very likely be impossible for the technically one armed man to miss the fact that it has a Dogwood accent.
There is a man, looking to be in his late twenties or early thirties, peering at the sign and through the window into the shop. He’s wearing a simple white shirt and vest matched with dark blue pants with red piping and leather riding boots. And a sidearm, of course. He looks like someone relatively well off from Dogwood, and that’s because he is.
There is trade, of course, and travel between the two nations. It’s not horribly common for large numbers of people from one nation to mill about the other’s capital but there are things to buy and things to see and so on. Techno-Wizardry is not often one of them. Such devices are strictly regulated in the Kingdom and in any case most can’t use them. They require magic to activate and magic is… somewhat frowned upon north of the border.
Next to the young man is a tall dark woman with asian features. She stands an inch taller than he and she’s not wearing heels. If he looks well off, then so do she … she’s dressed in a long skirt, a blouse and a vest in the colours of the noble house of Taniguchi. Leo might be familiar with that one, he might not. Her long dark hair is elegantly styled, though the pointed tips of her ears peek through it.
//That’s// unsual for a Dogwood Noble.
“You really do like to state the obvious, Mister Trent.” The woman sounds amused as they look in the window. “It might not be legal in Dogwood, but we have to check that lead out … and since when do criminals care about what’s legal or not?” Placing her arm on his, like she expects him to escort her, Natsuki gestures “Shall we go in?”
Buy the Bye is… somewhat garish in outward decore, but it makes up for it with, well, more garishness. Ensorcelled illusions run like holographic billboards along the outside of the renovated and rebuilt warehouse, showing a reel of potential acts of destruction one might be able to accomplish with the weapons that are supposedly inside. The walls are dull gray (if you don’t count all the EXPLOSIONS!! and STABBINGS!! and PEWPEWPEWS!! currently dancing colorfully along it’s metal skin), and while there aren’t any windows /into/ the shop, there is a glass front display of sorts, showing a slowly rotating shelf with various items on it, a hint at the selection of wares inside.
Assuming one were brave enough to walk through the giant iron bound wooden doors on the front of the building. Which most certainly were not stolen from a castle. Or made to look like they were. From the cover of a trashy fantasy novel that Leo may or may not have seen in his teen years. Nope. Not one bit like that. They do have a more human sized managable door at the bottom of them though. So there’s that.
Inside the shop Leo can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he turns away from wrangling the moody revolver that keeps trying to escape it’s chains and wander the city on it’s own, and looks towards his door, eyes narrowing. He idly reaches over to clamp a gloved hand down on the gun /just/ as it was about to once more try to wriggle free, “By the pricking of my thumbs,” he says, lifting the gun and roughly thumping it back down on the counter (yes he spanked the gun), “Something wicked this way comes…”
A short way down the street, Skye manages not to lookk out of place somehow, at least not in appearance, although the fish-out-of-water look she seems to give the scenery of the busy town certainly marks her as an outlander. She moves from shop to shop as she makes her way towards Buy the Bye, glancing in windows and bugging shopkeepers with incessant questions about what they sell, or what their wares do. The girl is full of chatter as she buts into conversations uninvited, making off-handed comments, before suddenly freezing in place as she spys Leo’s garish shop.
A squeal of delight escapes her lips, and she dashes quickly across the street, shoving at least a few people out of the way as she approaches the dancing illusions and all of their colorful mayhem. “Heehee, wooow, its so pretty!! Is it a display? Do I have to pay to watch?!” Skye calls out to nobody in particular, but receiving no answer, she goes on watching for a time, completely mesmerized, before she suddenly seems to realize its a shop! “Wait, a shop? Do they sell illusions, or the fantastic wares they show! I HAVE to know!” she exclaims, shoving her way through the large doors as she steps inside and begins to wander around, touching EVERYTHING she can as she darts aimlessly between the many magical wares on display.Jericho is about to escort Natsuki in when Skye comes along, squees and pushes past so she can browse the wares that are mostly variations on things that go ‘boom’. Buy the Bye is, after all, a techno-wizard’s weapon shop… or mostly that. It’s one with a very good reputation too which is why Natsuki likely selected it.
“People are so charming here…” The Guild Factor mutters as he steps inside with the part-elf Noble and glances around.
“I have seen armories less well appointed than this, though.” Leo really does know his stuff.
Jostled momentarily, Natsuki tightens her grip on Jericho’s arm and looks at Skye as she pushes past. “Well… then.” She like to say it’s the first that’s happened but … sadly she can’t. “It is, unfortunately, Mister Trent, something that I’m quite used to. Just maybe, not in such a physical manner.”
Once inside, arm still resting on the Factors, she looks around as well “Did he just … chastise that pistol?” Yes, she saw him spank it… “It is extremely well appointed. Our armoury certainly doesn’t rival it.”
“Hello there.” She smiles, turning on all of the charm that elven heritage allows her, at Leo “Are you the proprieter of this shop?”
Inside the shop is a large oval shape with a ceiling that disappears into shadows far overhead. The walls are slightly tilted and high, a bit like a round library if instead of books one were to fill the wall with things more lethal. To the left of the door they start with clubs and sharpened sticks and slowly circle their way around to energy weapons and advanced armors on the far right, though the path is a long one with lots of variation in between the theme is obvious, the simplest of weapons to one side and growing increasingly more technology based as they arc around. In the center of the room is a large oval counter, at one end of it is a register, an almost laughably old construct with type writer style buttons and a distinct ‘KA-CHING!’ noise every time it functions, and the rest of the counter top space is taken up with a glass displays for truely skurry weapons, clearly kept locked behind glass for a reason as most of them glow and a few actually… uh… move. On their own. These appear to be literally chained in place.
The merchant of death himself currently appears to be behind said counter, staring at Skye as she bursts into the room and he blinks. The revolver under his hand also stills, as is in surprise, and he turns to look down at it curiously, “I was expecting something more uh… wicked.” the gun seems to buzz in agreement before Leo is once more attaching it’s chains securely, tieing it into place in it’s display and lowering it down to join the others in the ‘display case of frightening things’ that makes up the his little island in the middle of the room. When the other two enter he blinks, then nods. A yup. That’s more like it. “A presence dark invades the fair, and gives the horses an ample scare.” he mutters under his breath before plastering a smile on his face. Seems to take a small bit of effort, “Yup!” he says cheerfully before shooting Skye a look, “You break it and I break you with it!” he sends her way in a sing-song that’s entirely to happy for it’s message.
Glancing over towards Leo as he calls out a warning to her, Skye gives him a cheery wave back and answers “Don’t worry, these all look far too interesting for me to want to break! Breaking things is best reserved for stuff that makes the most interesting noises!” She beams him a smile, then goes back to looking over the various wares on display, picking up a dagger and slashing sloppily at the air with it a few times, before giggling and putting it back down carefully in its place, taking up another of the weapons. She clearly doesn’t have formal training with most of them, but that doesn’t seem to bother her at all as she plays around with the various dangerous armaments on display. She seems content at the moment to let the shop owner attend to the more serious customers, rather than getting caught up in the middle of what’s going on, but her eyes keep glancing over towards some of the glowing weapons in the display case, and its clear she’s holding herself back from her interest there.“Good afternoon.” The Dogwood man greets Leo, keeping a wary eye on Skye all the same on the off chance that she is crazy or decides to point a weapon in their direction. If only he knew that Skye wasn’t the one he should be worrying about.
“My name is Jericho of Guild House Trent. Nice shop you have here. My companion here has some questions about your wares and insisted that we stop.”
Trent will apparantly let Natsuki make her own introductions. This should go just swimmingly.
Skye is totes the dangerous one! Grrrr!
Skyes behaviour gets a raised eyebrow from the part-elf Noble. The woman does seem to behave … rather young. But Leo doesn’t seem to mind.
As Leo intones the lines of the poem, Natsuki smiles broadly and adds “Chaos rains and panic fills the air, When something wicked this way comes… Not that we’re wicked, of course.”
After Jericho starts the introduction, she adds “I’m Natsuki Taniguchi, Estate Manager for House Taniguchi and cousin to Lady Zelda Taniguchi.” She is totally unaware of Leo’s disposition to the Noble Houses of Dogwood. “I was interested in your some of your weaponry and seeing how it might be utilised on our Western Border. We’ve a rather bad demon problem.”
Rather bad. That’s a little bit of an understatement.
Leo continues to keep an eye on the semi-crazy girl and shakes his head. Seriously. What is it about his shop that it attracts the crazies?? /He’s/ perfectly sane, why is it so hard for others to follow his example. He turns to his right and opens his mouth as if about to say something to the thin air, but stops because the guy is talking to him. The guy with the Noble. Right. Her. He eyes the couple again, same smile still in place, “Jericho. Stay away from the trumpets.” he points towards a /very/ small section of the store where there are what appears to be musical instruments on the wall, all likely hiding more lethal purpose. “Or don’t. Just a thought.” then he eyes the woman, giving her a thurough up/down. His eye doesn’t even twitch a lot! He’s proud of himself. “You’re well read.” he sounds surprised, “Huh.” he’s a bit taken aback. Seriously, who but him reads enough to know obscure poetry?? Clearly this one is dangerous.
He ponders his question giving the pointy eared lady a more thurough up and down then he did before, this one is beyond rude. It would be sexual if his expression wasn’t clearly so clinical as to suck the thought of lust out of the equation entirely. “It could be utilized to murder the absolute shit out of the demons.” he suggests, drumming the fingers of one gloved hand on counter top in front of him, “Or uh… manslaughter the shit out of them, if murder is a bit to crude a term.”
As Skye moves into the more technologically advanced section of the shop, she picks up a laser pistol next, looking it over with a soft sigh, then holds it out in front of her, as if taking aim. The trouble is, she clearly has no idea how to hold the thing, and is actually pointing it at herself, but at the very least, she has the good sense not to point it at anybody else. “Psssh! Fooo! Ummmmm…what noise does it make, anyways?” she asks, then moves it in her hand, repositioning it a few times as she tries to figure out properly how its supposed to be held.
Eventually, the wild-haired blond gets bored of it, and unwilling to actually fire the weapon and risk the ire of the shopkeep, places it gingerly back down from where she got it. “Be good, okay?” she coos to the weapon, then moves on, taking up a spear. “Mmmnh, this is my kind of weapon!” she exclaims loudly to nobody in particular, making a few jabs with it, and she at least seems to know how to use this one a little bit better, managing to even grip it correctly. She seems completely unaware of the tension at the front of the store, or if she does sense it, appears to completely ignore those matters as she practices her stabbing.As Natsuki starts to talk her escort, ‘Jericho’ apparently, begins to look around in more detail particularly at the rifles. It’s a very polite, well mannered kind of looking. The kind of looking one does while leaning in close with both hands behind ones’ back.
When Skye finds the spear it gets a curious look from the Guild Factor. “What does that one do?” He asks over his shoulder at Leo before watching Skye a bit more. “Bit of a spear fighter are you?”
She’s not. He can tell she’s not.
“Yes, Jericho…” Natsuki casts the Factor a mischievous look “… stay away from the trumpets. We wouldn’t want you bringing any walls down …” Then she’s looking back to Leo, watching him assess her and her chin rises. Leo might get the impression that this happens //a lot//. It does, but usually those looks have a lot more heat in them.
Hate or Lust. Take your pick. It’s a coin toss really.
“Somewhat well read, yes.” She answers, a smirk starting to grace her lips. “Do you like what you see or just not made up your mind yet?” Then it’s on to business “Mmmm, you have something that could do that? I’ve a lot of border area to cover and my landholders need protection …”
She glances to Jericho again, seeing if he’s listening. She expects he’ll challenge her on this but that’s all for the best. “Do you want to see to your other customer first?” she asks Leo.
Leo has chosen to focus more on the noble, so he doesn’t notice Skye fully, his eye remaining on Nat, though he does answer her without looking over. Shopkeeper superpowers on full display, “Pewpew or Bzzzzt or ka-zeeew depending on the model of the weapon.” he informs Skye before she replaces it and runs over to pluck up the spear. Leo’s weapons appear to be a bit of a mix, some of them are manufactured by others and just sold in the shop, a few of the rifles Jericho has likely seen copies of in similar shops elsewhere, namebrands that are known, and some are entirely new. Some are also questionably designed and take serious peering at to fully understand how they might work. Clearly the shops owner is a bit of a tinkerer.
“It’s a spear. Generally it stabs people.” he says flatly, “But it can do other things upon request as well. That particular model carries a titanium shafted core and a 52100 quenched steel acid etched leaf bladed tip in the damascus style. It’s not flexible, so none of that fancy wibblty-wobblty stuff some people like, but it’s so sturdy you could load it into a cannon and fire it like a projectile and it wouldn’t even notice. Ballista would be a better choice though. It’s balanced for hand use, bit heavy on the front end for long range but I can customize that if you like.” this is all said in the same flat almost bored tone of someone who simply knows all there is to know about his wares. Mark of a professional.
Leo’s gaze has neither hate nor lust in it, it’s to cold for that, to empty. It’s not like she’s being evaluated for purpose so much as being sized up for parts, as if he were breaking her done to her base components and cataloging them away later in his head in a database. Lust or hate would be more human and possibly less creepy because of it. Possibly. “Havn’t decided yet.” he says honestly before waving his hand at her in a ‘continue’ motion. “Oh, yeah. Wide swarthes of destruction are sort of my specialty, sometimes even on purpose. I can scale destruction up or down to suit nearly any need so long as someone has the coin to pay for it. Big killings are like big anything else. They cost. You want magically strengthened Janice Forge auto turrets? I can do that. Want magical additions integrated into your powered armor? Yup. Just finished a spell charged flame cannon for a mech pilot last week. No on board fuel required. Want a spear that just guts the living fuck out of the next horned headed satanist wanna be? I got like thirteen of those on hand. Want them to do it and then sing you a song of your valor? Totally can make that.” he shrugs. “I’m a techno-wizard. I love weapons. If it can be used to kill something, I can make it do it better, faster, bigger, and prettier then anyone else.”
He waves away her final question, “Naw. They’ll be fine. None of the guns are loaded with anything and the worst that could happen is she stabs one of us by accident. That’s only happened like twice this week. We’ll be fine.”
Skye stares blankly at Leo as he spouts off information about the spear, its specifications going completely over the wildling’s pretty head, and she shrugs it off after a moment, stabbing again with the spear as she adds the sound effects, “Pew! Kssht! Laser spear!” Glancing over towards Jericho, she shrugs her shoulders, then puts the spear back down. “Spear’s easy to make, just sharpen a stick. Good for fishing. I’m not handy with one in a fight, I guess, I’m no spear fighter, but I do like me a nice seafood dinner every now and again!” She gets a little bit of a blank look as she mumbles. “Definitely not a spear fighter. I’m nobody important…”
Moving closer to the counter, Skye leans up against it, propping her head up on her elbows, and she just listens to the owner talk about his weapons, his philosophies, and what it might mean to own one of them. “That sounds fascinating, really. I don’t have a problem with killing, survival of the fittest’s the law of the land, after all! And if you can make tools to do it more efficiently, so much the better! I’m Skye!” she greets, then turns to glance at the beautiful noble and her companion, watching them silently as she keeps her own profession to herself for the moment.“Pleased to meet you Skye. Jericho, of Guild House Trent.” He repeats the introduction in case she’d missed it. “And that’s Natsuki Taniguchi of House Taniguchi.” Not ‘Lady’ or ‘Dame’ Taniguchi, importantly. She’s not a title holder. Just a noble member of a noble family.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” That’s to Skye again. He’s making conversation whilst his compmanion asks about weapons. They have their reasons even if the Guild Factor thinks this might be ‘chasing waterfalls’.
“I’m sure you’ll let me know when you’ve decided.” Natsuki does indeed smirk at Leo. His … clinical assessment is amusing, that’s for sure. Letting her attention rest on Skye for a little bit longer, the part-elf turns back to Leo and considers “I’ll have to take it under advisement, but they sound … interesting. As they’re for use in Dogwood, there’s certain … restrictions.” Like the use of magic. Not that magic is forbidden, just certain things.
“What about something more personal? Something that could take out a single creature or person at range?” Jericho’s right, they might be chasing waterfalls, but with her stalker she wants to cover all the bases. And besides, Buy the Bye looked interesting.
“Nice to meet you, Skye.” The noble woman inclines her head to the blonde. Jericho’s already given her name and seems to have engaged the young woman, so she can focus again on Leo.
Leo snappoints at Skye with a hand, “Can do laser spear.” he says with a sage nod. “More of a humming noise though. Kinda high pitched. Gets annoying for extended period of time.” Nat’s words make his lips quirk to the side slightly, “Oh yes, I can understand how restrictions would be important when protecting innocent land holders from demon hordes. I mean if you break a rule here or there then the demons win. Down that path lays chaos and anarchy.” his tone suggests he finds the entire thing ridiculous, but then anyone in Vesper prolly would.
“How personal?” he asks waving a gloved hand at the circular wall that runs all the way around the room about them. “What’s your style? What ‘restrictions’ are you deciding to follow? Imma need some specifics.” and after this likely a shower. He feels dirty. He also makes an consentrated effort to stop drumming his fingers on the countertop, shifting his hand so he’s leaning on it slightly, that way it can’t drum, it has to support him.
“That’d certainly be neat, if I could use a spear well, but like Mr. Jericho said, I’m not a spear user! And its nice to meet you too, Ms. Natsuki Taniguchi, and Mr. Jericho!” Skye reminds Leo, then taps her chin thoughtfully. “I guess I’d need to figure out what sort of weapon I would want, though. Lasers are neat! So shiny. Not very appropriate for a…w-well, for a woman of the woods like me!” She shrugs her shoulders, then turns to glance over the various objects on sale. “…guess I could use a new outfit, maybe, some armor would be nice…” She wanders off again, checking out some of the different protective gear for sale, but quickly finds herself gravitating back towards the blades, her attention on the more offense-oriented as she swings a sword a few times.Armor they have here but there are other shops that specialise in it. Jericho almost winces at the sword form on display or rather the lack of it. He is something of a known duellist in Dogwood so it is no surprise that he has opinions on such things. In any case he’s going to edge this way… away from the blade.
Natsuki’s eyebrow rising again as Skye starts swinging that sword. “Do be careful not to damage my escort, Skye” She murmurs before looking back to Leo.
“Something that I, or Mister Trent, could use at distance. Easily transported and carried. ” She tells Leo. It’s not the first time the part-elf has made someone feel dirty, Leo will live.
Blinking a few times at the reaction to her sword swinging, Skye frowns after a moment and puts the sword back, shrugging her shoulders. “I guess I should go get some training in how to use a weapon first, before I go shopping for one, huh? I just thought your store looked really pretty sir, and wanted to come in! Would you mind too much if I came back to look at the wonderful toys you have on display here some time?” Sighing softly, she begins to move towards the exit, understanding that maybe its not meant to be at the moment. “It was really nice to meet both of you though!! Hee, sorry if I caused any trouble!”
Leo has a /vast/ selection of swords. They’re a popular item. Various makes and styles and models, running the gambit between giant two handed horse choppers to smaller thin bladed epee’s and every shape in between. Skye could swing for a loooooong time. The armor selection isn’t bad, but there are few customized peices, just a handful really, the rest a running selection of fair made by recognizeable names. Clearly not where the owners true passions lay.
“Okay, well he likes rifles.” he says, jerking a thumb in Jericho’s general direction, “But they’re not exactly concealable, if that was your big concern. Pistols you can hide, but they have shit for range. Bows can be hidden in every day items, but take time to ready and their ammo supply is low, plus there’s the problem in mastering one. Slings, bows, variations on cross bows, pistols of various types, collapsable small machine guns, heavy machine guns, laser cannons, particle weapons.” he points downward with a finger at his countertop, “I got weapons that spew hellfire or hoarfrost, bottled lightning or back alley curses. I’m not /certain/, but I think I might have trapped a peice of the North Wind inside this revolver.” he taps the glass and the gun in question writhes against it’s chains in … irritation? Leo eyes her, “So. Specifics are our friends. Honest opinion?” he eyes the pair of them, “He looks stronger, it’s in the shoulders, you look wiry. I’d suggest a modified SMG with a selection of customizable ammunition and a back up spell cast secondary fire option. Something small enough to be sorta kinda concealable, with a high rate of fire, and versatility. But that’s just me. Not sure how you two roll. Maybe a flintlock?” idly he wonders if he could build a gun that would just blow up… ooo… or shrink them the first time they used it! Make them teeny and he could keep them in the back in a jar. He’d poke holes in it, toss in bits of biscuits so they could eat. He needs to find a shrinking spell. That’s all there is to it.
He blinks and eyes Skye, “Anytime you want. And I’m open. And you have money. Or barter.” he seems to keep ending his sentence and thinking up new caviates as he does so. Crazy girls. It’s like the town attracts them by the bushel full! The voice in Leo’s head crackles and hisses it’s agreement wholeheartedly… but it just means his species as a whole. It’s not great at grasping the concept of gender.
“As pleasure, Skye. ” Natsuki murmurs, still not quite sure of the young woman. “mmmm, it just has to be portable, not concealable.” She adds to Leo “I’ll have to speak to Mister Trent”
Mister Trent so seems to have been distracted by a call…
“I’m interested as to whether you’ve had others recently who purchased similar?” There’s a method to her questions. Recently, a tailor had been fired on, at distance, in a matter that involved Natsuki. Whilst is likely the weapon wasn’t of Techno Wizard make, she wants some insight
Leo smirks at Natsuki’s question and he points straight up to a small wooden sign that appears to be floating above the old fashioned cash register. It’s got fancy hand carved script on it and reads, “Rules of Buy the Bye. All sales are final. You break it, I break you with it. Warrenties only apply to Euclid custom made or modified weapons. Client confidentiality is gaurenteed. Don’t tease the living weapons. Don’t feed the shopkeep.” he tilts his head to the side, “You can read. Read number four.” There’s a reason that when talking about Euclid’s weapon’s joint the word ‘respectable’ always comes with some version of the modifier ‘ish’ on the end of it. He’s known to talk to no one about who he does business with… and therefore it’s assumed he does business with /anyone/.
Natsuki does read and smiles slowly as she reads number 4. “Ah, well. It’s nice to see a man of integrity. I was just curious. Recommendations and all.” The smile grows larger, and the charm’s back in full force.
“Well, I think we’re about done here. I’ll speak with Mister Trent and come to a decision. ” The part-elf looks for her escort who’s standing by the door and with a nod to Leo, starts to head out.
Leo nods his head as she talks, his eyes narrowing in open suspicion as his own salesman’
Leo nods his head as she talks, his eyes narrowing in open suspicion as his own salesman’s smile fades away. She’s not very slick, and the oddly generalized questions about weapons… she’s a noble. She should know how killing things works. They’re /really/ good at it. What sort of gun. Pfft. Pretending to be ignorant of magic and asking all those questions. Double pfft! If you hate something you don’t stay ignorant of it, you study it. Like he has. “Come back when you guys make a decision!” he says in the same sing song voice, though his openly suspicious expression remains in place. They came here for information. About someone buying weapons. Which means it’s likely someone bought a weapon and is acting against them.
Leo must find this person and become their friend. Maybe they need a rocket launcher. As the door closes behind them and the voice in his head crackles at him, he nods, “I know. Who am I kidding, right?” he asks the thin air directly to his right, where he sees the faint ghostly outline of living flame ever present beside him, “/Everyone/ needs a rocket launcher.”
Jericho and Natsuki make some casual enquiries at Buy the Bye ... whilst a Druid decides to try out all the shiny weapons.
January 24, 2410