Something kinky, something sharp...

[Rheawien]

Rheawien walked to the Bazaar without a clear idea of what she was looking for. She knew that the opening round of the Cell tournament was nearing and that she had to be prepared for anything when thrown into a metal cube with seven other combatants. Yet, she strolled through the Bazaar with a distant look in her eyes, checking the wares and discarding most as simple junk. Sarah was on her mind, of course. Sarah that too was in the Cell, fighting her way through her set of opponents. What would happen if they both proceed and meet later on? Could she cross blades with her Mistress? No, of course not. Aid her maybe, but fight her. No, not after what transpired between them.

The Lavinian enthralled her mind so much with her skin tight shorts and her ruthless demeanor that Rheawien forgot all about the debt that still hung over her head like a noose. Almost literally like a noose. The people that she borrowed the money that she now had in her pocket instructed her to take a dive in the first round. Get in, throw some punches, get impaled by a random fighter and all was good. Rhea agreed and took the money. Of course, there was no way she would throw the battle. That was why she was in the Bazaar today, to further advance her arsenal and make it certain that she doesn’t go down in the first round.

Eventually, she strolled into another random shop that attracted her with the wares displayed in the window. Not the shiny swords though. She saw something that tickled her mind in a way no sword ever could. Standing on display was a whip made out of leather wrapped around a thin titanium cord. It gave the whip flexibility but ensured that it couldn’t be cut easily. Rheawien didn’t care too much about durability though. The whip was to be a present for her Mistress. And so were a pair of handcuffs that stood beside the whip.

“Can you give me the price on that merchandise you have in your window?” she asked the shopkeeper, bringing her imposing body to the counter in several feminine steps. Clad in nothing but a top that looked like an oversized skin-tight black bra and a pair of shorts of the same color, Rheawien put her hands on her curvy hips, awaiting an answer. Then her eyes caught a glimpse of something that stood behind the counter, pinned to the wall. An elven made glaive was something that she could most certainly used if melee combat turned into a ranged one.

“Also, how much for one of those you have up there? By the look of it, it’s either damascus of titanium, right?”

((To make it easier, I’d like a price for a leather whip with a flexible titanium cord running through it, two pair of elven forged handcuffs (surprise me with the material , nothing too fancy though) and an elven forged glaive either made from damascus or titanium. If it's possible, it would be good for this to be done before the beginning of the Cell.))

[nekoprince]

There were a few reasons why Lionel's shop attracted a lot more attention than most of the other shops. For one thing, there was a sign on his door proclaming that extra wide greatswords weren't sold there, but for another reason. Every adventurer was unique, and every person hardly used the most conventional of weapons nowadays. Not that it was smar or anything, someone good with a long sword could kill most people with a katana before they even thought.

Mostly his shop did well because of the constant cycle or weapon on display. The cat merchant kept a couple of almost every type of weapon he could think of, even getting a shotgun from a customer a while back. It also probably helped that the cat merchant also didn't try to cheat that much gold off of his customers either.

"Well, the whip is about 600 and the iron handcuffs 60," he said aloud. Grinning despite his best efforts at keeping a straight face. It was a bit of effort just to keep from laughing. He had been hit by a whip before, and still had the scar to prove it. The tongue of the weilder too, but that was something he didn't show off too much. He turned, tail swishing as he snatched the glaive the half elf was talking about. "Close, but this one here is made of old fashioned steel. Not that it matters, this particular one isn't for sale. Though I can offer a titanium copy at 550 though."

[Rheawien]

Rheawien listened to the merchant with a strict face, unfazed by his wiseass smirk. She didn’t care what he thought and what thoughts brewed in his mind after seeing the items she inquired about. And if he insisted on asking questions, she would surely give him a piece of her mind, telling him how her business was none of his fucking business. But the shopkeeper did a professional job mostly, naming the prices that Rhea acknowledged with a smile. Her purse was loaded, filled with the jingling gold that she got from the local loansharks. They didn’t want her to repay them in money, but by taking a dive in the Serenti. Which wouldn’t happen, of course.

She didn’t respond immediately though. She wanted to know what she’s getting for her money. The half-elf walked to the displayed whip slowly, picking it up and letting it unroll. Her hand snapped in an attempt to try out the whip, the peculiar weapon making a loud snap that didn’t hit her face or any part of her body. She wasn’t a dumbass to hurt herself with it. She wasn’t skilled with the whip, but she knew to wield it well enough not to hurt herself with it. She liked the weapon though, its weight and flexibility. Surely this would be a fine present for Sarah.

“Alright, six hundred for a whip sounds fair. I’d like two pair of those handcuffs, but in elven steel.” she spoke, putting the whip on the counter. “Also, I would need three of those glaives. Not in titanium though. Damascus seems like a better option. I don’t want to spend all my money here.”

She added the last with a grin and a wink, both fair enough to seem flirtatious.

"If that's covered by my purse, that is."

((Basically, if I have enough cash for it, you can consider it a done deal.))

[nekoprince]

1500 cool for the glaives girl," Lionel said. He sighed, trying to decide which catagory to put this girl in for his customers. He wasn't a bimbo, but also didn't appear to show any spectacular intellegence not seen in an elf. He shuggred, point to where she could find the weapons. He only had two left after she takes three away, and he'd need to either re-stock or just wait for a bit. "You do know that elven weapons really just look better, but then again, you don't look the mighty sheiff type like Letho a couple towns over either. 120 for the handcuffs by those pointy eared, and altogther it'll be 2220 gold pieces."

((I figure you wanna conculusion, but that's it pleasure doing business with you))

[Rheawien]

Rheawien begged the differ when it came to elven weapons. It wasn’t just that they looked cool or subtle or flashy. Elven weapons showed class, it showed that you weren’t just some numbskull that wants to smash things with something big and shinny. That’s why, when the shopkeeper made his remark, her smile was gone and her frown was on like a bad omen.

“You obviously don’t appreciate the aesthetical value of weapons. If something can be both efficient and beautiful, why not spent a couple of extra gold pieces on it?” she spoke, picking up her goods and leaving the spoken sum on the counter instead. “What kind of a merchant are you anyways, undermining your own goods? Yeesh, I’m surprised this place is still open for business.”

She didn’t give him a chance to reply, turning on her heels and marching out of the shop, slamming the door vehemently behind her. Some people just didn’t see the beauty even if it jumped out and bit them in the ass.

((Thanks. ))

[nekoprince]

"Someday I'm going to sell an elven made warhammer and laugh when it shatters," Lionel sighed. He had plenty of other reasons to not enjoy the elfin workmanship. In his mind, it only belonged in the arts, a few swords and in bows, nothing more or less. Just like how dwarves where the go-to guys for anything like axes. He smilied, he knew what the best things each race made, even if most people were biased. He snagged the gold smiling as he did so. A sale was a sale, no matter what.

((Stuffles done, fun thread completed, 2200 away and 400 remains!))

[Zieg dil' Tulfried]

Gold Deducted.