She slowly nods, but her pride is absolutely decimated-
Oniyan the Saiyan wrote:
Primitive Saiyan Woman wrote:
Annd shes already trying to attack him before being promptly pushed to the ground by manico
He would grab her by the wrist and smack her hand "no! Pirate boy is a friend! You don't beat up friends, okay? No beat up friends."
"WHY IS EVERYONE CALLING ME PIRATE BOY-"
Isa strolled into the bar, toothy smile everpresent on her face and a fold-out table in hand. A glance around the room to observe the occupants, followed by a small nod. Without delay, she picked a corner of the room and set up the table. Turning away from everyone present, she produced a table cloth from. . . somewhere. Putting that on the table, she quickly ducked her head behind the cloth. Just as quickly, a pair of signs where produced, one large and one small. Walking to the front of her setup, the merchant put smaller sign on the table and stuck the other larger one on the cloth.
The large sign displayed the following in poor handwriting:
The smaller sign, a piece of paper folded into a triangular prism, simply stated "Not open right now. Come back later! With money or tradable goods!"
With those set up, the woman proceeded back behind the table, yanking a chair along with her. Placing it off the side, she leaned forward, ducking under the table once more. A steady humming beat could be heard.
The large sign displayed the following in poor handwriting:
Lingworth Bazaar
Price negotiable! Open to trading!
Price negotiable! Open to trading!
The smaller sign, a piece of paper folded into a triangular prism, simply stated "Not open right now. Come back later! With money or tradable goods!"
With those set up, the woman proceeded back behind the table, yanking a chair along with her. Placing it off the side, she leaned forward, ducking under the table once more. A steady humming beat could be heard.
Nemuru though for a second.. before going to get a spare cursed tool, might as well trade one
From under the table, Isa began placing various objects on it. A piece of driftwood, a perfectly trimmed miniature bonsai tree, a pirate's pegleg, a small orange semitransparent ball with seven red stars inside it, a scimitar that emanated an eerie glow, a plate-sized gold doubloon, a vintage record player, a rock with googly eyes glued on it, and another rock that was labeled "Moon Rock." She finally ended the storm of items by returning out from under the tablecloth with a black trash bag full of something unknown. Setting and arranging the items to a pleasing order, she then pulled the chair up to sit in. Flipping the sign to "Open," her eyes landed on Nemura as she arrived.
A stupid amount of teeth greeted the young woman. "Welcome! Here to buy, trade, or something else?"
A stupid amount of teeth greeted the young woman. "Welcome! Here to buy, trade, or something else?"
* max walks in seeing all the comotion * max: whoa whats going on here a yard sale am i right * he chuckled *
"Not a yard sale!" Isa replied from afar. "A legitimate business of mine. That happens to be within another legitimate business!" She looked between Nemura and Max, before settling on Max. "Are you here for goods as well?"
* max looked at the itams thinking to himself * max: maybe depends on how much your selling your itams there * he said approaching them *
The smaller lady stood as Max approached, gesturing to the sign on the front of the table. "Everything is price negotiable, eager consumer!" Returning to her seat, she added. "Name what you want, I will give you a price. I am also open to trading items of greater or equal value. I have more than what is displayed here, too!"
max: hmm your one hell of a salmen you know but give me a sec to look threw the itams * he said as he slowly looked at all the itams as he then points at the record player * max: how much would the base price be for this record player * he said curesly as he tride thinking of prices it would go for
"Ah, the musician entertainment center by the company of Walnut? With a hardwood finish? It is. . ." She looked between Max and the record player momentarily. "5 gold coins and it is yours."
max: uuuuh i got 5 normal dollors or a cd player out in my van if youll trade that for the recerd player
Matt would then be cleaning off some dust off his main weapon (which is just a hockey stick but works either way for murdering things-) and then he just sighs to himself, wondering how a damn hockey stick can kill a monster or two. "Sometimes i wonder how this hockey stick can kill a monster or two."

* max looked over at matt * max: you could be like the guy from tmnt he defights ninjas with his so whats the diffrence you know
Max wrote:
* max looked over at matt * max: you could be like the guy from tmnt he defights ninjas with his so whats the diffrence you know
Max wrote:
max: uuuuh i got 5 normal dollors or a cd player out in my van if youll trade that for the recerd player
max: heeeeeellll no i aint trading my van * he then calmed himself * max: sorry i dint mean to sound mean but my van will never be for purches * he said as he then goes and brings the cd player its pretty good quality and it wasent to old and he places it on the table *
Isa simply smiled through Max's outburst. When he left to retrieve the CD player, her smile drooped slightly in thought. "What is a van, then, if it makes him act like that?" She murmered. A moment, then she shrugged. Oh well.
Her smile was fully back when he return. With curious hands, she inspected to CD player. Brushing over the surfaces, pressing buttons, looking at the CD compartment, analyzing the twin holes in the side. She eventually points to the charging and headphone ports. "There are two holes here. Something goes into them. Where are they?"
Her smile was fully back when he return. With curious hands, she inspected to CD player. Brushing over the surfaces, pressing buttons, looking at the CD compartment, analyzing the twin holes in the side. She eventually points to the charging and headphone ports. "There are two holes here. Something goes into them. Where are they?"
* max takes a look at the two and chuckle * max: its the headphone port and charger port you can just get some your self and plug them in i never had ether for it and you sadi van ealier like you thought it was a small object its a big vehicle that holds aot of things mine is specile since its from the 80s and it has a hole sitting area in the back of it
"I see." Isa hummed, cupping her chin with two fingers. She did not really understand why the van being made in the 80s made it special. That was only a couple years ago, last she could recall.
As for the lack of a charger or headphones. . . "I suppose if you don't have the full range of items to go with the CD player, I'll only accept it if your throw in the five dollars and," her grin grew just that little bit wider. "Whatever herb you have on you that's making you smell the way you do now."
As for the lack of a charger or headphones. . . "I suppose if you don't have the full range of items to go with the CD player, I'll only accept it if your throw in the five dollars and," her grin grew just that little bit wider. "Whatever herb you have on you that's making you smell the way you do now."
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