Havoc Sundries (Active // Open)

[smoking_gunner]

Characters: Jean Havoc, whoever visits the store
Location: Havoc Sundries, down 23rd Ave, just west of The Strand 2.0
Content: A businessman doing his thing
Warnings: None, currently.

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[geekofthegate]

Daniel stood outside the door of the place, just staring up at the crude sign with a slack-jawed expression. They had a store? Really? That just blew his mind. And after all this time rummaging through abandoned department stores for stuff

[smoking_gunner]

Havoc closed his book and looked up at the customer. "As long as I've been here. About a month." He had a casual smirk on his face as he tapped out his ashes into a very well-used ash tray. "Looking for anything in particular?" he asked, coming around his counter to better meet him.

[geekofthegate]

"A month, huh?" Daniel stared around the place. "I have no idea how I missed it. I come by the stores around here a couple times a week to scavenge

[smoking_gunner]

Havoc accepted the offered hand and shook it. "It's a souvenir from back home. Don't go tripping all over yourself on my account. Jean Havoc, former Second Lieutenant of the Amestrian military."

At Daniel's request, though, his grin got a bit wider. "That happens to be my specialty. I keep the best toys in the back." He tipped his head as he turned his chair around to head for one of the back doors. They hung on a double-hinge, and the foot rests on the chair served to push the door aside to grant him access. In this back room there were plenty of racks to hold the backstock of the store that had once stood here, that were now covered in guns, ammunition, and other gear one would need to unleash an assault on this city.

"So," he asked, parking momentarily by a small metal wastebasket. He dropped his cigarette butt into it, and lit another. "What's your flavor?"

[moralitychained]

Croix had heard of the store over the network once or twice, but he had never really set foot in it. However, he had finally run out and he had heard of the store's special method of payment. He cursed at himself for not thinking about something like this first, but then again, he wasn't exactly in that kind of business.

Hey, nicotine withdrawal is harsh on a man's.

He hoped whoever was inside was in a good mood to barter, because he knew just how rare cigarettes could be around here, and it's not like he had a lot to offer in the first place.

[smoking_gunner]

Well, today was a good business day. "Welcome," he said, leaning to one side in his chair. "What are you looking for?"

[moralitychained]

Croix went up to the counter and dropped his bag on the counter. It pretty much contained about anything he found worthwhile: most of his rations for the week, a couple of weird things he got from abandoned stores, and a couple of boxes of ammo. He didn't really want to part from those, but, he figured that it should be enough to pay.

"You selling any of those cigarettes?"

[smoking_gunner]

He looked over the items. "Hmm..." He chewed the filter of an almost-extinguished cigarette in thought. "I'll give you a carton for a box of ammo. Sound fair?"

[Note for My Own Purposes: This takes place before her little senshi meeting]

[goldenskyking]

Haruka had heard about this guy over the network and around the city. She had decided to check out his shop. Partly out of curiosity and partly for business reasons. She strolled in, eyes scanning the shop and trying to pin point exactly what he was selling. He really did have a lot of everything in here...and Haruka had no doubt he would have exactly what she needed as well.

She moved up to where he was sitting, "Are you the owner?"

Re: [Note for My Own Purposes: This takes place before her little senshi meeting]

[smoking_gunner]

Well, she was cute. Not usually his type, but easy on the eyes. "Owner, founder, president, and CEO, at your service," he grinned. "What are you looking for?"

[goldenskyking]

"Walkie talkies or radios...something that can be used to communicate with over long distances. I need at least four," Haruka said, getting straight on to business.

[smoking_gunner]

He grinned and nodded. "I've got plenty of those. This way," he wheeled himself around the counter, and headed for his back room. All around were guns, tactical gear, and enough of it to wage a small war. He took her down an aisle on the right, stopping right at the front of it. He reached over and grabbed four radios off the shelf by their antennas. "Standard NYPD issue. The batteries should be good still, and I've got spares out front by the door." He offered them to her. "And how will you be paying today, aside from gracing me with your lovely company?"

[bozakcommander]

Well, this looked like an interesting little shop that he'd stumbled across. Kang recognized the name from a post made right before the trek into Central Park, and curious, he walked in. He wasn't very fond of guns, but he couldn't imagine weapons like daggers ever falling out of favor, and although he greatly preferred having a battle axe, daggers were certainly useful at times. Maybe he'd even find a decent sword.

[smoking_gunner]

...Was this guy going to fit in here? He couldn't believe this guy actually existed. He really hadn't meant to be rude, but he really couldn't help the slack-jawed stare.

[bozakcommander]

That was a reaction he'd gotten used to here in Manhattan. "...you must be new, if you haven't encountered too many non-humans around this city. Would you happen to have anything a little more... simpler than guns? Of the sharp variety?"

[smoking_gunner]

Havoc shrugged. "It's a little hard for a guy like me to get around. Name's Jean Havoc," he introduced. "All the fun stuff's in back." He wheeled himself back through the ever-so-familiar doors. "You want it big?"