http://terra-creation.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-06-03 11:54 pm

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 two or 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?"

[identity profile] paixaonpcs.livejournal.com 2006-06-08 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
The interior of Folios was impressive. Rows and stacks of weapons of every sort and caliber were arrayed everywhere, glinting in the morning light. Along an entire wall were plushies, cute ones that looked out over the various armaments. It hardly seemed to fit, but that was Folios in a nutshell. Nonetheless, the store was snug, bright, and as welcoming as a place with many pointy objects could be.

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?”

[identity profile] paixaonpcs.livejournal.com 2006-06-14 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
“Oh yes, yes. Luigi understands your feelings, mouse-boy.” The huge man picked up the dagger with reverent hands, examining it. “Ah, yes. She’s seen hard use, this-a one. She been loved. Yes, yes. Hard to give up, like part of yourself.” Setting it back down, the man took out several complex and strange-looking instruments from under the counter and began tapping and testing the dagger, checking its structural quality and durability. “All she need is a good sharpening, mouse-boy. Sure you want to give ‘er up? She miss you before long, this one,” Luigi said in between the tings and taps.

[identity profile] paixaonpcs.livejournal.com 2006-06-21 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
“Memories.” Luigi smiled wistfully, the expression looking out of place on the man’s broad, kind features. “Very good to have memories. Don’ lose ‘em. The dagger, she won’ forgive you.” Satisfied with his experiments, the man put away the instruments. “She solid. Made of quality metal, yes. I give you hundred munny for her. Have not seen her like in far too long. Good price. My brother Mario, he give you seventy-five or fifty. He too cheap! He care no for memories. I tell him, you wanna keep-a the customers? You pay well for goods! Mario, he say they never bring good goods!” Luigi chuckled to himself and brought out a cloth to start polishing the little dagger. “Mario wrong lots. Ego bigger than he is!”

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?”