* max thought for a minute as he heard the bargen * max: how about 3 dollars and half of the pot I have on me upfront and ill even throw in a cd * he said holding the 5 ones and the container of pot he had *
"You drive a hard bargain," she laughed. "Three dollars, half the drugs, the player, and a CD." She stated in summary. A moment passed. "Make it four dollars, and consider the deal sealed."
"No selling drugs in the bar. We sell booze, beer, and food here"
Primitive Saiyan Woman wrote:
She slowly nods, but her pride is absolutely decimated-
He smiled at her "one day you're gonna be strong like me and Manico, but you gotta be good, okay?"
Azathoth returns, noticibly his skull was regenerating.. he seemed a tad shocked "Hehe.. I met someone who was stronger than me!"
Oniyan the Saiyan wrote:
Primitive Saiyan Woman wrote:
She slowly nods, but her pride is absolutely decimated-
He smiled at her "one day you're gonna be strong like me and Manico, but you gotta be good, okay?"
She nods quietly..
Chink, chink, chink;
The sound of spurs could be heard jingling after each and audible boot step against the bar room floor. A slightly audible, content sigh leaving the mouth of Athena as she gazed around the bar room and the many active patrons that occupied such a marvelous place. She'd briefly rub her hand through her pink hair as if deciding on what she'd want to do first.
As with anything that has to do with a bar, starting with a drink is never a bad option. That's at the very least, one of the many lessons she learned while living her life on the road. She would step towards the spacious bar counter, the tall, teal shaded elf would find her place on one of many available bar stools;
"A shot of whiskey, please"
The sound of spurs could be heard jingling after each and audible boot step against the bar room floor. A slightly audible, content sigh leaving the mouth of Athena as she gazed around the bar room and the many active patrons that occupied such a marvelous place. She'd briefly rub her hand through her pink hair as if deciding on what she'd want to do first.
As with anything that has to do with a bar, starting with a drink is never a bad option. That's at the very least, one of the many lessons she learned while living her life on the road. She would step towards the spacious bar counter, the tall, teal shaded elf would find her place on one of many available bar stools;
"A shot of whiskey, please"
Isa Lingworth wrote:
"You drive a hard bargain," she laughed. "Three dollars, half the drugs, the player, and a CD." She stated in summary. A moment passed. "Make it four dollars, and consider the deal sealed."
Athena wrote:
Chink, chink, chink;
The sound of spurs could be heard jingling after each and audible boot step against the bar room floor. A slightly audible, content sigh leaving the mouth of Athena as she gazed around the bar room and the many active patrons that occupied such a marvelous place. She'd briefly rub her hand through her pink hair as if deciding on what she'd want to do first.
As with anything that has to do with a bar, starting with a drink is never a bad option. That's at the very least, one of the many lessons she learned while living her life on the road. She would step towards the spacious bar counter, the tall, teal shaded elf would find her place on one of many available bar stools;
"A shot of whiskey, please"
The sound of spurs could be heard jingling after each and audible boot step against the bar room floor. A slightly audible, content sigh leaving the mouth of Athena as she gazed around the bar room and the many active patrons that occupied such a marvelous place. She'd briefly rub her hand through her pink hair as if deciding on what she'd want to do first.
As with anything that has to do with a bar, starting with a drink is never a bad option. That's at the very least, one of the many lessons she learned while living her life on the road. She would step towards the spacious bar counter, the tall, teal shaded elf would find her place on one of many available bar stools;
"A shot of whiskey, please"
Matt would then be drinking a can of beer before spinning a sword that technically looks like a fork with a impaled lava slime on it, in circles.. "So, how is everyone doing, hmm?"

“If that’s what people call weapons nowadays, I’m a little concerned.”
Max wrote:
* max then would have a big toothy grin * max: hehe I love my self a good bargen so deal * i said holding out my hand shaking the women’s *
Smiling, she returns the hand shake, outright ignoring the open opposition that was Mathius's rule. "It was a pleasure doing business with you."
After receiving the requested goods and giving the record player in return, she stored her haul under the table. She did not see what other people saw in drugs, but they liked them, and in turn bought them. She did not question it.
Deciding that Nemura was still browsing, she scanned the room. The reds of her eyes locked onto Azathoth, and froze.
Something about him was. . . Strange to her.
How interesting.
Lappland Saluzzo wrote:
“If that’s what people call weapons nowadays, I’m a little concerned.”
Dont mind him, he walks up and drops a black sphere on the table.. its a tattered version of a nightmare realm.. hes kinda trying to get what he can before it explodes '
"I... see you have a unique item to offer here." Isa stated, slightly perturbed. How long had it been since she had seen someone eldritch and ineffable like she had once been? A millenia? Eons? She couldn't remember.
She studied the ball of pure horror on her table. The retired deity used to be able to make these in her sleep. Quite literally. She would awake and one would be there, creating chaos and mayhem. She had not made one in a while, but she probably could if given the time and room.
Isa shrugged. It would make a good snack later.
"What about . . . ?" A hand hovered over the various goods she had available, before settling on the orange semitranparent sphere. Presenting it, she continued. "This? It has seven stars in it. A lucky number in some cultures! I believe it is called a. . . Lizard Sphere? No. Dinosaur Orb? No, no, no."
A brief moment of contemplation, then she raised a finger in the air. "Ah, eureka! A Dragon Ball! Yes. That's what this is."
She studied the ball of pure horror on her table. The retired deity used to be able to make these in her sleep. Quite literally. She would awake and one would be there, creating chaos and mayhem. She had not made one in a while, but she probably could if given the time and room.
Isa shrugged. It would make a good snack later.
"What about . . . ?" A hand hovered over the various goods she had available, before settling on the orange semitranparent sphere. Presenting it, she continued. "This? It has seven stars in it. A lucky number in some cultures! I believe it is called a. . . Lizard Sphere? No. Dinosaur Orb? No, no, no."
A brief moment of contemplation, then she raised a finger in the air. "Ah, eureka! A Dragon Ball! Yes. That's what this is."
Matt then turns to Isa before eating a cloudberry, wondering what in the hell she is doing, but he honestly didn't care much so he didn't ask what's going on since this is none of his business. "Meh. Bet there's nothing interesting happening."

Isa Lingworth wrote:
"I... see you have a unique item to offer here." Isa stated, slightly perturbed. How long had it been since she had seen someone eldritch and ineffable like she had once been? A millenia? Eons? She couldn't remember.
She studied the ball of pure horror on her table. The retired deity used to be able to make these in her sleep. Quite literally. She would awake and one would be there, creating chaos and mayhem. She had not made one in a while, but she probably could if given the time and room.
Isa shrugged. It would make a good snack later.
"What about . . . ?" A hand hovered over the various goods she had available, before settling on the orange semitranparent sphere. Presenting it, she continued. "This? It has seven stars in it. A lucky number in some cultures! I believe it is called a. . . Lizard Sphere? No. Dinosaur Orb? No, no, no."
A brief moment of contemplation, then she raised a finger in the air. "Ah, eureka! A Dragon Ball! Yes. That's what this is."
She studied the ball of pure horror on her table. The retired deity used to be able to make these in her sleep. Quite literally. She would awake and one would be there, creating chaos and mayhem. She had not made one in a while, but she probably could if given the time and room.
Isa shrugged. It would make a good snack later.
"What about . . . ?" A hand hovered over the various goods she had available, before settling on the orange semitranparent sphere. Presenting it, she continued. "This? It has seven stars in it. A lucky number in some cultures! I believe it is called a. . . Lizard Sphere? No. Dinosaur Orb? No, no, no."
A brief moment of contemplation, then she raised a finger in the air. "Ah, eureka! A Dragon Ball! Yes. That's what this is."
"Ah, that's right. It is from another universe. . ." She squinted at the ball, then at the hand offered in front of her, then the hand's owner. "How exactly did you know that, traveler? Have you seen Dragon Balls before?"
"I dreamt of them" he said chuckling "Still cant really tell the difference between 6 and 7 stars, I was given terrible vision in this body" he said, as the dragon ball collasped being pulled into his pocket dimension.. man those things are useful
Ah, yes. Dreaming. Something Isa had not allowed herself to do since she constructed this new body of hers to live in, mostly in part that doing so meant listening to the prayers of those who worshiped her. It had distracted her at first from living the life she had realized she wanted: To be a merchant, selling little inane things like Dragon Balls for her own amusement.
"It seems like vision is the least of your worries in that body." Isa noted. Her eyes rested on the damage slowly regenerating. She picked up the ball of nightmares and sunk her teeth into it. The instability in its form faded immediately, and with a nasty crunch akin to breaking glass, she took a chunk out of it. Hundreds of tiny, muted screams within were silenced in an instant. She chewed it with an air of casualness, as if it were a piece of an apple.
"It seems like vision is the least of your worries in that body." Isa noted. Her eyes rested on the damage slowly regenerating. She picked up the ball of nightmares and sunk her teeth into it. The instability in its form faded immediately, and with a nasty crunch akin to breaking glass, she took a chunk out of it. Hundreds of tiny, muted screams within were silenced in an instant. She chewed it with an air of casualness, as if it were a piece of an apple.
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