The weapons shop was quiet, Nyir noted with some relief. She didn't want a large crowd. Stepping into the store, she took in the array of weaponry hanging on the wall and placed on shelves. It was nice, if not a bit shady. She headed towards the front counter.
Danielle took a deep breath and jumped up on a roof, flipping a dagger in the air as she walked casually on the edge of the building.
Breeze walked towards the back of the shop. She needed to know if it had come in. One of the workers spotted her and immediately walked towards her.
"How are you doin' Breezy?" they asked her.
"Doing just fine," Breeze responded, "Is it here?"
"Yep. It's in the back I'll go get it for ya," the worker left to go get it.
Chiara studied a rack with ammunition, her one hand lightly tracing the tiny slice out of her left earlobe. Strands of dark hair came loose from her braid, falling in front of her face. In the gentle path of the sunlight slanting through the window, she looked quite peaceful. For once.
Nyir greeted the woman at the counter. "I need my sword sharpened. How much?"
The woman motioned for her to bring the sword onto the counter. Nyir hesitated, then brought the weapon out, placing it on the counter for inspection. The woman scowled. "An Inquisitor weapon? How odd."
"I stole it," Nyir responded in a deadpan voice. "Don't be an idiot."
The woman's scowl deepened. "I hope you don't think your winning yourself any favors by being hostile. I won't serve you."
Nyir's hands clenched. She took a breath. "I just need my damn weapon sharpened. I'll pay double."
Riann walked towards one of the racks, tracing the engravings of different hilts lightly. Jewels decorated some, others were dark with concentric golden circles spread out across. Each had a small Arabic engraving, one reading سوف تمر هذه العاصفة, this storm will pass. Riann looked up, feeling as though she was being watched, but she dismissed the thought.
The worker returned with a sling shot, custom made for Breeze, and a pouch of illegal herbs.
"Here you go," they handed her the items, "Boss says it's free as a thank you for what you did for him."
"It wasn't that big of a deal," Breeze responded taking the items and putting them in her bag.
"You stopped an entire Inquisitor squadron from shutting our shop down in one fell swoop!" the worker exclaimed, "Of course it's a big deal!"
"I really didn't do anything though," Breeze responded, "It was just sleeping powder I fashioned into a explosive ball. All of the Inquisitors woke up with a minor case of amnesia so they shouldn't come back anyway."
"See a big deal!" they shouted again.
"Thanks for getting these for me," Breeze told them.
"No problem," the worker walked away. Breeze hoped no one had heard their conversation.
Chiara finally selected a pack of ammo, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a handful of hazelnuts to much on. Her gaze drifted to a shelf selling beautiful ornate bows.
Danielle watched Chiara from her perch. There was something off about her. Then again, she felt like there was something off about anyone. But this was different.
Riann tilted her head to the side, listening to the conversation between the girl and one of the metal workers. A small smile played on her lips as she heard what she had done. Sleep powder. Not bad. She thought, impressed by the girl's skill.
The woman glared at her. "Triple."
Nyir clenched her teeth. "If I were an Inquisitor, you'd be imprisoned for this. You're not the brightest, are you?" She slammed the money down onto the counter, whirling around and heading back the way she came. "Have it sharpened by tonight."
Breeze breathed out a sigh of relief when no one came to question her. She decided to try and blend in by looking around the shop.
(What’s off about Chiara @nat? Just curious lol)
Chiara couldn’t help a smirk after she heard the conversation. “Stupefacente.”, she murmured, amused.
(I'm not really sure yet………..I'm figuring it out…………..lol but she has to have some reason to still be involved in the story soooo……………)
Riann looked over at Chiara, sharing the same smirk. She raised a brow, asking her silently if they should ask the girl about it.
(I'm not really sure yet………..I'm figuring it out…………..lol but she has to have some reason to still be involved in the story soooo……………)
Lol k np)
Nyir acknowledged their stares with an eye roll. "This store is sh*t."
Riann looked over at Chiara, sharing the same smirk. She raised a brow, asking her silently if they should ask the girl about it.
Chiara shook her head with a devilish smile, coming over to her boss. “Just in case we need something to hold against her.” She took another handful of nuts from her pocket.
Breeze took her slingshot out of her bag. It was very ornate and had a spot specifically designed to hold her explosives. She adored it, though she felt as if she should pay for it.
"Suona bene." Riann replied, using Italian with Chiara. She usually didn't speak it with anyone, but after spending so much time her, Riann picked up on a few habits.
(How well should Riann and Chiara know each other?)
Chiara nodded, smirking and rolling out a chink in her neck. “I have my ammunition, do you need anything, capo?”
( Hm. . . I don't know. What do you think? )
"Too expensive. I can find something cheaper in Dumaria." Riann responded, blowing a strand of hair out of her face.
Breeze sighed she put the slingshot back in her bag and pulled out her pouch of herbs. It had everything she had requested. Hemlock, nightshade, snakeroot, belladonna, foxglove, and wolfs bane.
(Maybe they can be pretty close, since Chiara is so distant from everyone I feel like she needs at least one friend. Whatever you think!)
Chiara nodded at this, going up to the counter to pay. “How much?”, she asked, her Italian accent not obviously pronounced but still there.
(Good night all. Just pretend that Danielle is following them from a distance.)
Aw bye! WAIT—- Danielle like Dani?!?! I’m such an idiot)
( That sounds great! )
Riann looked around, finally settling on a small dagger, the hilt intricately carved and adorned with silver paint. She walked towards another open spot on the counter, setting it down.
"12 talents." The middle aged women said, speaking in a raspy voice. She didn't even bother looking at her customer.
"I could settle for 10." Riann sighed, setting the twelve metal pieces on the wooden counter. She picked up the dagger and slipped it into the leather pouch hanging at her side.
(Nice Arabic, I learned it in first grade, as a dutiful muslim girl, but um..I forgot it)
(also, if I have Nessie's permission, I want Felix to be a guard at the Sabbia palace?)
"これら の 人々 は 疑わしい," she muttered under her breath.