A wonderful purchase...

[Requiem of Insanity]

Cassandra walked into the midnight hours of the bazaar, Kane in toe behind her as she looked at each shop with a disinterested expression. Each head that turned to her was met with a half hearted grin, but in the end she knew they never dared leave for fear of stealing people.

Cassandra walked down the third row of stalls, and she looked up to the moon for guidance, a soft chuckling permeating from her as she approached the fifth stall to the left. She looked at the wares, and picked up silken robes and outfits, but in the end she new the stall would have to hand make what she wanted.

"Do people work in this dump, or should I just take what I want?" She called out to the darkness, not fearful of it at all. She turned her head to the side, hearing the screams of someone who was captured, and she grinned watching Kane squirm, grabbing his pocket knife and starting to softly cut the tender skin on the front of his forearm.

"Well?" She barked.

[Tainted Bushido]

"You can try, I wouldn't suggest it. Doing so may be bad for your health."

The rough voice that spoke was followed by a sharp click as a mass of shadows moved. Light hit upon something metallic and glinted briefly before returning to the shadows and the form moved slowly into the light. The first thing one could see was his shirt was covered by an apron. The second thing they could see was the broad shoulders that held a rather deadly looking shotgun. He moved to the counter before he sat upon it, and spit into the nearby spitoon. He then looked boldly into the young lady's eyes before he spoke firmly, "State yer business."

[Requiem of Insanity]

Cassandra looked to the man, seeing the large weapon he carried and smiled. What a coward... she mused. Holding up her coin purse she said,

"I want you to make me a jet back suit of Vlince, suited to the needs of sneaking around at night. I want it to be able to cover up to bottom of my nose. I also want it bend the light around me so i am one with the shadows. In essence, one would have to touch me to find me if I immersed myself in this suit. Can you do it, or is the legendary bazaar a load of crap?"

[Tainted Bushido]

"You got a permit?" The words hung in the air as he smirked at her sass. He then went on to explain, "Cause see, that's a cat burglar's suit and I can't sell it without a permit. That would be a violation of section four hundred sixty six of the Radasanthian penal code."

"Now, if you wanted such things, I would need a permit, but I see no harm in telling you the price once you have a permit. It would be worth roughly Five hundred, with the permit," He then gave her a stern smile as he said this, not budging an inch from the counter.

[Requiem of Insanity]

"Of course, the permit..." Cassandra said absently, but she was ready for such a thing. With a deft hand she lifted into her back, picking up a small golden coin and tossing it the bastard child of some obviously retarded family. "That's the lavinya Theives guild coin, which is proof that I have permit. I am told you have the finest wears, and I want to wear the finest." She gave off a cute smile, before her lips turned to a scowl. She lifted up a few papers, official notations with Lavinian guild members sigils stamped onto the pages in the corner, and signed off.

"I am on official business of the guild, hunting down a certain wrongdoer who thinks they can swindle the guilds. Now do me a favor, think about that price, and try telling it to me one more time, because my ears heard 450, I think."

(You jerk, papers?. rofl)

[Tainted Bushido]

"You're right, you heard 450," The man said looking at the coin. Tossing it back to her he then spoke a sly tone in his voice, "And after tax that'll be five hundred."

[Requiem of Insanity]

Cassandra sighed heavily, but felt a cold, gentle hand from her twisted lover as she decided upon the action. "Fine, and while I'm at it, I may as well shop around, a girl needs her toys." She tipped her finger under her chin, wondering in mild amusement if she should ask, then shrugging figuring why not.

"Chloroform, you know, the knock out stuff. One bottle, and a handkerchief. It's getting really annoying to hold people in the sleeper hold." She continued to think about whatever else she needed. "And how about an enchanment on this book here," She said handing over the book of Catrina Ferman. "Two of them, one that makes it stand up to fire and weather without destroying the contents, and another to make it so only the one who knows the password can open it?"

[Tainted Bushido]

"The bottle of choloroform is 50 gold, not a silver less. The Tissue I'll throw in, consider it a gift, if you're replacing Hawk as the enforcer I suppose I should try to get in your good graces. Then again, Hawk didn't loudly tell everyone in this quadrant of the bazaar what a son of a bitch he was. Might want to think over that strategy, Radasanth thieves might get jealous of you, and you wouldn't be the first lady they've sent to the bottom of the bay, stone around neck."

He then looked at the book before he shook his head, "As for this piece of filth, I could maybe get the first enchantment for a touch under two fifty, but you'd be hard pressed to get the other easily. See, Wizards love that enchantment and it takes some rarer stuff to password a book. You're looking at a clean three hundred for a passworded novel."

[Requiem of Insanity]

"well fuck the password then." Cassandra blurted out. She nodded in agreement to the price of the bottle, but was iffy on the first enchantment. "Hmm, maybe i'll just hold on that one, doesn't seem to fit me..." She started adding up her tally. Five hundred and fifty. She still had some gold to jiggle. "How about we try this instead," she said moving towards the weapons cabinet. "I need a few things...torture devices, what do you have that's exotic?"

[Tainted Bushido]

"I have the standard thumbscrews. I have a few wicker baskets out back that double nicely for their intended purpose. I mean come on lady, you think you could narrow it down? We talking pain quickly? Or we talking a little at a time? I don't have time to coddle amateurs in the field, you should knwo what you got your heart set on if you really have a panache for torture," He narrowed his eyes in irritation at the blonde before he thought grimly to himself, Dumb bitch.

[Requiem of Insanity]

Cassandra turned to him, her eyes narrowing on him into two small slits of hatred. A wave of dread washed over the entire stall, as her dark companion rose from her blocking out the moonlight, making the room grow darker.

"I'm not into boring useless junk like thumbscrews you stupid ingrate," Her words were coated in venom as she brought up her bag of tricks, dumping her knives onto the table. "Do I look like a person who is testing the waters? No you idiot!" She said pointing to the man's inner darkness, a small toad like creature next to him.

"I swear that pitiful cretin you call your darkness is nothing compared to the darkened lover I have loved for so long. You stupid imbecile. I asked for something exotic, and you dare accuse me of not knowing my craft?" She fumed. "Fuck this, here's 275 of the money I owe, I will come back in a week, and I want my stuff ready to go you cretin. Looking at you makes me sick to my stomach."

She tossed the money to the man, scooping up her knives and walking away as she did so with Kane in short pursuit. She never looked back to the man, looking instead for a new playmate to pass the time.

[Tainted Bushido]

Taking the money he felt a cold shiver run up his back. HEr tirade seemed to be full of menace and even before he could respond she had left and slammed the door behind her. Shaking his head, he looked about as if coming out of a daze before he muttered, "Testy bitch ain't she..." He shivered once more before he set about the bottle the handkerchief and the suit.

Somethign wasn't right about that broad.

[Requiem of Insanity]

Cassandra returned a week later as promised, her eyes looking for the shop in question, when she found it she smiled and entered, holding a large sack in her hand. A smell of death followed her, and she walked to the counter happily tossing the bag onto the table. She waited as the merchant approached, and she motioned to the bag. "Money is inside the bag, enjoy." She said jiggling the sack so he could hear the coins. She placed her new bought products into her satchel and turned walking away, before she stopped turning with a seductive glance.

"Oh, and by the way," She said as she watched man peak inside the bag and then recoil away in shock. "The money I forced fed into the latest victim of the guild I serve," she said, lying about the guild, but not her deed. "Inside his stomach is 275 cold coins, enjoy getting them out." She said walking out to the world, laughing as she did so.

[Tainted Bushido]

She left the shop, and slowly the man recoiled from the bag, inside was a man, if he could be called that anymore. Limbs had been torn and the head was now missing, ruining any chance of identifying him. She had given the shop keep only the torso, and in grisly fashion paid him. Looking at the man he shook his head before he pulled out a cleaver and called to the back, "That's it george no more night shifts! We close when it gets dark!"

Transaction complete. -550 GP for transaction. +25 EXP for roleplay.

[Taskmienster]

Gold removed.