Fallout: Blood and Sand

Sergei bangs the door with his left fist three times and says gruffly, raising his voice. "Hey, open up in there!"

edited 5th Jun '11 6:52:45 AM by RevolverZen

Tyra joined in the fun.

She stood in front of the door and said: "Don't keep us waiting! I have a ballistic fist: If I have to knock, you won't have no door!"

Her tone of voice was eerily, disquetingly musical.

edited 5th Jun '11 4:02:57 PM by SavageHeathen

The merchant opened the door. "The door's unlocked, assholes." He said, an annoyed look on his tired face.

That's right, I'll be the merchant.

Dr. Keegan walked right past the others to the merchant. "Got a minigun for sale?"

She followed them inside the building... The Scribe looked somewhat twitchy.

She looked at Jordan and whispered: "You sure he's a loan shark? Wouldn't want to screw an honest trader over."

The merchant smiled. "A minigun? Yes... I may have something." He brought a hand up to his chin in thought. "Follow me..."

The merchant walked behind a counter, then reached down below. He hefted something large, and lifted up a large weapon and put it down on the counter.

"This... is a refined weapon. It's very nice, but it won't come cheap. 1500 caps." The Merchant stated. Upon closer examination, the minigun seemed in adequate repair, if only because a a fresh coat of paint seemed to hide the rust.

Sergei shrgugged and walks into the merchant's dwelling. "So, do you do anything... Underhand?" He asks slightly accusingly

edited 6th Jun '11 9:07:11 AM by RevolverZen

A knock came from the Merchant's door.

edited 6th Jun '11 1:15:36 PM by ReDead

The merchant sighed. "Is everyone here fucking illiterate? The sign says open until 10!" he said, his voice filled with disdain. He raised his voice and said, "It's unlocked!"

The merchant then shifted his gaze to Cherchekov. "Hmm. What qualifies as "underhanded" really does depend on your personal preferences. But we'll chat about this later."

Sergei frowned "I'm afraid there is no later. Take a seat." He places his left hand on his shoulder and pushes the merchant gently down into a chair.

The merchant growled, "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

He stood up and put a hand on the sawed-off shotdun on his hip. "If you're not going to buy something, get out. I have customers to get to." The merchant stated, gesturing to Tyra, Keegan, and Brown, who had just entered.

Sergei looked over his shoulder at the other three "Little help here, Guys. Don't let me do all the work." He chuckled, not really taking the merchant as a threat seriously

edited 6th Jun '11 2:26:26 PM by RevolverZen

Tyra grinned.

"You're outgunned and outnumbered. Drop that shotgun.", she ordered. "Word is, you're a loan shark. You're under arrest, until we clear this up."

edited 6th Jun '11 2:26:55 PM by SavageHeathen

The merchant threw his hands up in vexation. "Since when was someone who generously lends 500 caps on the promise it will get paid within a month, a loan shark? And since when were you deputized?" He said, pointing an accusing finger at the two.

"We have something strange here. Called laws. It says you can't threaten and arrest people based on word of mouth. If you'd like to take something up, do it with Sheriff Reiner. If there's nothing else, get the hell out of my store."

edited 6th Jun '11 2:35:56 PM by Poptard

Sergei smirks. "Well, do you understand contrasts?"

He crossed his arms. "Enlighten me."

He leans in slightly. "Well, you give us what you want, very helpfully and we leave and we never come back again, not a drop of blood spilt. Or the opposite, we beat it outta you and kill you, not with a bullet, but set you alight." He was smiling all through that paragraph.

He raised an eyebrow. "Well, maybe things would have gone smoother if you just told me what you want in the first place."

"And it'd better not be something unreasonable. We take tradin seriously in Bones. If I felt so inlined, I could have you thrown out for threatening an innocent merchant."

"Caps, of course. Maybe some 5.45 bullets."

His face grew serious. "Are you trying to rob me?" He sasked with a smirk.

"Not rob. Why, persuade you to part with it. Remember what I said about extremes and contrasts? Oh yeah, and some rooms."

"Sounds like robbing to me. Do you know what we do with robbers in Bones?" he asked, oddly calm.

"Let me guess. Kill?" He walks back and stands in front of the door, leaning on it. "I can think of worse things."

"I'm glad you have at least two brain cells to rub together. Now get out." The merchant finished. He looked again to Tyra. "You want to start something as well?"

It was at this time Jordan entered. He assessed his surroundings then tossed a jingling leather bag to Sergei. "250 caps. For your work. Got a little treat later for the two of us later." He noticed the merchant. "Did you guys try to at least haggle for a room before threatening him?"