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Operation: Get More Cash! [Active]
Character(s): Zidane Tribal, NPCs~
Content: Zidane's out for a quick and easy way to get money. Unfortunately, all he can think of is selling one of his daggers.
Setting: Folios Weaponry [J5]
Time: Earrrrrrrrly Monday morning
Warnings: Well. Zid's behaving for now. But generally there will be a swear or twoor more in the future.
He had a day - well, nearly two days - to work with. He was still keen on exploring the place and sort of meeting others, but money had become his top priority. And since apparently this place took any currency... whatever he got would be great.
Zidane pulled the journal from one of the pockets of his pants and opened the map. Vanaheim Gate. Actua Are. Aiches Memorial Hospital. Each place he'd been to... and he needed to be at The Wild Ginger Tuesday night.
He hated it coming to this... but aside from trying to do some performation (solo) in the middle of the street, this seemed like the next best thing to come to mind.
The Folios Weaponry store was the next place he mentally marked off as "Places in Paixao" that he's, well, been to. Or in this case, about to enter.
Maybe his attempt was a bit too rash, even for him - after all... it was one of his daggers! His precious weapon... but what the hell was he going to do with it here? Flail around and look pretty?That might actually be a good idea... He'd still have one anyway. And in the future when he lifts himself out of the "I'm flat out poor" zone, he could probably just buy a new one! No sweat.
... This had to get him something.
Zidane finally stopped stalling and pushed his way into the store. But like he felt about the rest of the city, he had no idea what to expect. Though he figured it had to be better than some of the weapon shops he'd been to on Gaia. Some of those were just a little on the strange side...
He peered around, tail swishing a bit to the side and trying to avoid anything that it could knock into. Quietly, but still with enough volume to be heard, he called out: "Hello?"
Content: Zidane's out for a quick and easy way to get money. Unfortunately, all he can think of is selling one of his daggers.
Setting: Folios Weaponry [J5]
Time: Earrrrrrrrly Monday morning
Warnings: Well. Zid's behaving for now. But generally there will be a swear or two
He had a day - well, nearly two days - to work with. He was still keen on exploring the place and sort of meeting others, but money had become his top priority. And since apparently this place took any currency... whatever he got would be great.
Zidane pulled the journal from one of the pockets of his pants and opened the map. Vanaheim Gate. Actua Are. Aiches Memorial Hospital. Each place he'd been to... and he needed to be at The Wild Ginger Tuesday night.
He hated it coming to this... but aside from trying to do some performation (solo) in the middle of the street, this seemed like the next best thing to come to mind.
The Folios Weaponry store was the next place he mentally marked off as "Places in Paixao" that he's, well, been to. Or in this case, about to enter.
Maybe his attempt was a bit too rash, even for him - after all... it was one of his daggers! His precious weapon... but what the hell was he going to do with it here? Flail around and look pretty?
... This had to get him something.
Zidane finally stopped stalling and pushed his way into the store. But like he felt about the rest of the city, he had no idea what to expect. Though he figured it had to be better than some of the weapon shops he'd been to on Gaia. Some of those were just a little on the strange side...
He peered around, tail swishing a bit to the side and trying to avoid anything that it could knock into. Quietly, but still with enough volume to be heard, he called out: "Hello?"
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Armed with keen hearing – and the fact that he had literally just opened the store moments before – one of the huge brothers came out from the back room. It was Luigi, the smaller of the two, apron on and sleeves rolled up. Nonetheless, the man was still massive and imposing. He spread his hands out on the countertop and beamed at the very first customer of the day. “Ah, welcome-a to Folios! Get up almost before us-a, early bird!” He looked closer at his customer, and couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh-ho-ho! What have we here, eh? Little mouse boy tiptoe through our store! Fine tail you have-a! Oh-ho-ho! What can-a Luigi do for you?” He rubbed his hands together. “Need sword to fend off the cats-a?”
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The man being the counter threw him off guard a bit and he managed to recollect himself quickly and approach with a lazy smile.
Fend off the cats? Zidane held back on blurting that right out.
"Well, actually..." He moved one of his down to his side and unsheathed one of his daggers, placing it down gently on the counter. "I was wondering if I could trade this in. For money. It's my last hope..." First hope, really. "One of my most treasured possesions. It's seen the best and worst of times! But maybe it's time it sees... new times. With other people. For someone else to experience its beauty." He smiled again, like a proud parent. "You understand, I'm sure, right? This feeling of mine..."
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Eeek I delayed :O
Zidane nodded in response to the man, trying to pay more attention to his dagger than the man holding it himself. He was... well... strange. And Zidane knows strange! He should be use to this sort of thing by now... Zidane smiled brightly. "Oh, indeed," another nod. "What would I do with her here? Though I am keeping her older twin..." he flashed he second dagger briefly, which looked in much more rough shape than the other before resheathing it.
"Besides..." he didn't even have to think about his words, "even if she's gone, I still have the memories."
And in his mind he had a tune, playing as strong - yet still faint - as it always had... In our dearest memories...
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Luigi smiled. “You agree? Hundred’s good? Also, if you decide you wan’ her back, Luigi give very low buyback. Even if my brother wrestle me for it!” He laughed again. “OH-HO-HO! He think he win! I LET him win! He a brute, my Mario, but I love him. Won’ find his like anywhere. Yes? Deal?”
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And then the price came up. Munny? He kept hearing more and more different kinds of currency since he got here. It was so strange... Asuka had talked to him about it too... How could Paixao manage it all? And better yet (more importantly), how the hell much was one hundred munny converted to gil?
He decided it didn't matter much. He got money. He could laugh in Dark's face. ...And besides... apparently this "Mario" would give him less. What a loser.
"That sounds great!" Zidane chuckled a bit. "Don't always go letting your bro' win! Show him what you can do. And thank you!" It would be nice if he wanted her back... ever... He hoped he could hold out though. Hopefully he wouldn't need a use of her.