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[feathered_earth]

Characters: Cara (feathered_earth) and Nobody (notpaid2dodge)
Date/Time: September 23rd, afternoon ACTUALLY probably backdated to before Gundam's rebirth. But still afternoon. *fails chronology forever*
Location: Weapons stall
Rating: G
Summary: Shopping time for one, cheerful time for the other.

Comments

hello my name is grimm i am a total derp

[notpaid2dodge]

He watched the few other customers making their rounds through the Marketplace with a wary eye, careful to stay as unnoticed as possible, slipping through their number without bumping into (or even acknowledging) them.

The stall he needed to find was very specific; it was difficult, given that he hadn't been there long enough to familiarize himself very well with the different ones open. Each one required checking into, and so far, he had gotten nothing but disappointment for his troubles.

At least until he ran across the one currently staffed by an unfamiliar blonde lady staring off into space.

"...Pardon me," he broke in, softly. "You sell weaponry?"

*support group chorus* Hi, Grimm! =D

[feathered_earth]

Cara looked up at the man who approached the stall--she didn't recognize him, but that didn't mean anything as there had been more than one birth lately, and she hadn't met all of them in-person yet. "That's right," she said, with a small but friendly smile, hopping up.

"What were you looking for? We have a lot--swords, spears, and guns too if you know how to use those." She gestured at the racks of metal weapons and the shelves of things to small to go on the racks, which included the firearms.

[notpaid2dodge]

His eyes roved over the displays of weapons, some of them appearing familiar to him in a strange way, but many of them as alien as the world in which he now lived. The guns in particular called out to him; he forcefully resisted the desire to reach out and touch them, fairly certain that the shop owner would not like it. After all, they were not his to use, and he did not have enough money to buy them. Nor did he see a reason to, yet. She seemed friendly, and he had no intent of ruining that.

Turning his attention back to her, he frowned slightly, thinking.

"I'm seeking ammunition."

[feathered_earth]

Nobody's instincts were partially correct--Cara generally didn't mind if people picked up a weapon to get the heft of it and see if it was a good fit for them, but the guns made her a little uncomfortable. They were too effortless to fire; one sneeze and there'd be a hole in the ground. Or someone's foot.

Still, she was familiar enough with guns by now to know what ammunition went in what ones. "Okay," she said. She was sure she'd have remembered if he had come in to buy a gun, but maybe he'd been here when Range was or had found one in the Scavenger's Yard. "What type do you need?" She got up to find the boxes of bullets, all found on the bottom level and sorted.