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Watching her previous customer leave, Isa now has no one waiting in line at the moment. Deciding to change her stock, the eldritch woman puts everything on the table into. . . something under the table.

She begins pulling the following out: a calculator, a beach ball that seems to defy gravity, a black sphere that radiates darkness, a shard of metal that glows with the energy of life, a can of Coca-Cola, a shotgun with a revolving chamber for shells, a scythe with a decorative skull attached to one end of the blade, a cookbook titled "The Gamer's Guide to the Ultimate Dish," a pair of Michael Jordan's basketball shoes signed by the man himself, a golden spatula, and a handheld mirror with a tag that says "Absolutely, POSITIVELY curse-free!"

* max saw the lady merchent from befor and walked up to them seeing the itams * max: where do you get all this awsome stuff * he said taking a look at almost everything besides the calculator since math was dumb to him *

The merchant grinned, adjusting her hood. "I get them from suppliers across the Multiverse we are apart of, my friend. It's as simple as that."

It was a half-truth. A good bit of merchandise comes through. . . questionable means, but hardly anyone ever asks beyond various "where'd you get this," so she never worries.

max: really the multivers so could request something crazy and youll be able to pull it out of the bag and what happens if you go threw the bag * he said now curies on what the multivers bag could so *

"Oh, I never use any bags." Isa states. She picks up the glowing metal shard, beginning a complex dance of the piece flipping between and around her fingers. The sly grin in place of her normal slightly off-putting one dares Max to ask about where she keeps her goods.

max: well then how do you get this stuff like a worm hole or something

Isa leans back in her chair. She may be applying the "aloof charm" on heavy, but she is having fun. That is the primary reason why she had ended her own dictatorship of a universe, after all.

"I can't really tell you that without the gray matter in your head oozing out your ears," she begins, catching the metal piece between her index and middle fingers. "I could show you, but then you might bleed from every pore, or your eyes may rot and decompose while inside your head, or you may become a homicidal maniac, or all of what I just mentioned happens, or none of what I just mentioned happens."

"That can't be fun."

"It's not, my giant sentient robotic friend! It's really not," Isa agrees.

She claps, as a TV appeared.. playing voltron.. sick-

He fell asleep at a booth.

Max: I mean I’ve been in a mental demon world if that counts for anything so I’d be up seeing it * he said completely ignoring the warnings you gave * max: I mean if anything else can’t you just bring me back here

He slept silently in the booth. He hadn't had a break yet.

Hoist watches the tv. "Hmm, these things seem very similar to the Combiner teams that both the Autobots and Decepticons have."

"Not as strong as any of you Cybertronians, Hoist."

"But the lions are huge, I dont think many Cypertronians as quite as big-"

* maximus walked in not knowing who would be there other then his brother max but max was not seen there so maximus liftid his lepord tail and walk to the bar table hoping to strike a conversation with someone *

"A mental world is the furthered thing from. . ." Isa trails off. She sets the shard back on the table before leaning forward. Resting her head on one hand, the merchant uses the other to make gestures as she starts again. Her smile lacks any enthusiasm or joy, but it does not turn to a frown. "Look. Max, right? You're a good customer. I love that, and hate losing customers. I can tell you with a thousand percent certainty that if I bring you to the places I get my goods, there won't be a you to bring back. As in, you will not survive the trip in between dimensions using the methods I use. Understand?"

* max chuckled seeing the irritation of him asking to go to where her goods go * max: hehe ya i understood from the start * he said with a grin *max: i just wanted to see if i could get a diffrent facial exspresion * he chuckled * but here ill buy something for getting ya annoyed * he said looking at the various things * max: how much is that revolver shotgun worth?

Isa's eyelids droop slightly. Ah. So he was just trying to get her to stop smiling. Unfortunately for him, she has been smiling for the past 5,566 years. Nothing short of performing a facial restructuring on herself would change that.

Looking down at the weapon, Isa gathers her thoughts. "Ah, a weapon made by the hands of Orkz. I believe this one came from me challenging a mob boss on a wartorn planet to a fight. The guy was about 12 feet tall and about half a ton of metal and rage." Her grin radiates mischief. "As it turns out, his bulky armor made getting off the ground a real hassle. One trip was all it took."

Giving a weapon a once over, she looks back to Max. "Orkz use the literal power of believing things work the way they think to make the garbage they scrounge up work. Outside of Ork hands, this gun doesn't function. So, I'll start the base price at 5 gold, because it was still a hassle to get."