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 Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 4:59 pm
It was a quiet store on a quiet street. The front window was dusty and barred, showing off bullets and a few dis-assembled grenades. A few tidy guns were on plush pillows, but the store did not look very welcoming or friendly. It was based off its owner, an equally unwelcoming and unfriendly man. The store was called Pins and Pistols and was written in junky spray-painted letters.
Inside, the floor was hardwood and everything was lit in a few hanging lanterns. There was a gun rack on the floor and more on the walls, plus a glass wonderland filled with scopes and other add ons for the floor models. There were pictures of guns and a sign advertising 'customize your gun!' There was a locked case showing off some grandes and a launcher, plus a large flamethrower. There was also a model machine gun with an empty chain of clips hanging off of it. Beside it was another figure who looked more dangerous than any weapon here. An old grisly Scyther was working the till, writing up some ledgers or something and scratching his head.
"Skyler." Pablo called out.
There was a clicking of shoes and down the stairs a cute little boy in a pretty dress, his amber eyes blocked by a long bang of hair, hurried to meet the call.
"Yes, Papa?"
"Tend the store for a minute. I need to check my accounts." He lit his pipe and headed into the back room, behind a steel door.
"Yes, Papa!"
The young eevee struggled up onto his papa's chair and wagged his tail.
He looked at one of the blank papers and checked that it was useless, then grabbed his papa's abandoned pen and began to doodle his dream gun, tongue sticking out.
When the bell of the shop tinkled, he looked up and hid the drawing quickly. "W-welcome to Pins and Pistols, how may I help you?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 9:56 am
Zale had been sent to pick up a gun for his Guardian, a slip of paper gripped tightly in his hand as he trudged through the faction. His tail twitched as he walked, matching the rhythm. The hooded boy slipped through alleys gracefully, leaping over a fence and landing on all fours, standing swiftly and continuing his journey. He wasn't allowed to walk on the road, Sully was already teaching the boy how to find his way to places sneakily.
When he reached the shop he entered quietly, though the bell ruined it, startling him and causing the boy to hiss slightly. Damn bell. The voice of a child made him glance upwards, eyes narrowing. Oh. The boy again. He didn't like meeting familiar faces anymore. Approaching, he slipped his paper towards the boy, mute, and pointed at it, indicating to open it.
Promptly, he set down a bag of money and waited, toying with his hair and flipping it from his eyes.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 10:41 am
Skyler smiled a little bit. The boy from the carnival. He wondered if they'd ever meet up again. "Oh, hello again." He was almost about to jump down from the chair when the paper was shoved over to him. He blinked at the other's unfriendliness and slowly opened the paper, blinking at all the big words. He recognized the easy ones- like Ak-47 and bullets, but there was a lot of things he didn't understand.
Papa was busy...he was on his own. He slowly jumped down off the chair and approached Zale, itching his head. "What does this say?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 6:11 pm
Glancing at the boy, his tail twitched as he glanced over, shrugging in response. "I do not know, I was not allowed to read it. The paper probably says what gun Sully ordered, and the personalized perks he wanted." Pausing, he cleared his throat, glancing about before locking his eyes on the other once more.
"Perhaps I should wait until the owner returns." It was clear the owner was out for the time being, turning his back on the other boy and moving to view the walls. His eyes absorbed each detail he read, eyes skipping over the weapons before glancing at the next wall.
He was sure he'd be returning here soon.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:51 am
Skyler continued trying to decipher the gun, biting his lip. "Um...um..." He scratched his head, whimpering. He...he couldn't bother his Papa. He was so busy. But this note...he had to keep up a good front for the store.
"Oh! No, no, its fine. I had it upside down." He feigned a chuckle. He'd improvise. He'd made guns before. Sort of. Pablo usually let him watch and even get a part or two. Skyler was even allowed to screw a bolt in once or twice! It...it wasn't that hard, right?
"Okay. So the first thing we need is...um...one of these." He picked up what looked like the body of an AK-47. Laying it on the floor, he hurried to another bin, pretending to read the note. There weren't a lot of tools for creating the gun itself here, but there were a lot of goodies. Going back behind the counter, his little hands grabbed a scope and an empty .600 caliber clip. Like one for a hunting rifle would fit.
Finally, he grabbed a muzzle for a sniping rifle and laid all the pieces on the floor.
"Okay! So this is what Sully ordered!" He announced proudly. "I need you to be my assistant!" He scowled, imitating his papa's usual profile. "Can you get me..." His shy nature returned and he looked all around the store, seeing the bulletin board. "Those tacks?"
He didn't have any bolts. Those would do! They stuck things to other things! But he didn't have a screwdriver or a hammer. He grabbed the butt of another gun. That'd be a fine hammer.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 9:22 am
At first, Skyler looked confused. Not only that, he whimpered. Zale found himself not trusting the boy, and for good reason. He wasn't entirely convinced when Skyler chuckled, or when he began to try and walk Zale through the steps. He was close to grabbing the paper and simply leaving, however he stopped.
Why in the world would the shop owner entrust this boy if he wasn't trust worthy? Guns were dangerous. No right minded owner would allow a incompetent child to run the shop. Skyler must be able to do this, even if he was acting strange. So, the Treecko settled onto the ground, folded his legs, and allowed the destruction to begin.
At the scowl the male raised an eyebrow, the side of his mouth twitching very, very briefly, a sign he was briefly amused. His eyes followed Skyler's glances until he was told to retrieve the tacks, turning his head to give Skyler another raised eyebrow before standing, retrieving what was required and handing them to Skyler.
"Tacks." It wasn't a question, simply a statement that he clearly was becoming suspicious.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 9:36 am
Skyler pushed the pins of the tacks into the holes of the gun, wobbly and rapidly putting the butt onto the scope. Upside down....and backwards. Good enough. Okay, time for...this...doohickey. Um, the clip went in that part right? He kept his concentration the entire time, finally screwing in the muzzle.
It was...comical, actually. Everything was wobbly and wiggly, nothing was fitted right, the clip was being held in the chamber by Skyler's finger and it was really just a big mess. "There!" Skyler announced, pushing it into Zale's hands. "What do you think?!" He was beaming, a bright smile on his face.
For his first gun, it didn't look THAT bad...right?
"You're quite welcome."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 9:46 am
The gun was shoved into his hand, and Zale could of sworn he felt it wobble like jelly. No, this wasn't right. It couldn't be right. It wasn't. It was. It wasn't. He couldn't decide, he wasn't trained with guns yet. Not until he was a teenager. He knew knives, and very well, and that was it.
Glancing at Skyler, his eyebrow stayed raised. His face was blank otherwise, though it was clear he wanted to question. However, glancing at the gun once more and gingerly holding it, he nodded.
"....Thank....you." Why in Arceus name did Sully want a gun from here so bad?! He remembered the man saying this shop was one of the best. He called tauros s**t on that. Fumbling with the gun, the awkward male took a step closer to the door, eyed Skyler, and headed for the door again.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:18 am
"HEY!" Skyler yelped. "You can't just take that! You have to PAY me first!" He puffed his cheeks out and folded his arms, then blushed and settled a bit. "Oh...sorry...um..." He thought. "That'll be...um...five shillings?" He supposed that was a fair price.
He hoped the gun would make his papa proud. As long as it fired it really didn't matter if it looked good, right? He felt his own gun in his stocking top and smiled, hoping he had made someone else as happy as he was with his own gun.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 3:28 pm
Sighing, Zale turned, eyes narrowing at the other. Was he daft?
"When I first entered I put down a sack, remember? That was money. However, it seems that you do not want the tip Sully intended. Therefor," He headed for the sack, grabbing it and taking five shillings out, tossing them on the counter and swinging the bag onto his belt, still very full. Eying the other, he let out a breath of air.
"I will remind Sully that you hate tips. Good bye." Ah, he wasn't awkward anymore, though this was solely because he was on a "job". If he had met Firefly on off time... well.... that'd be truly awkward.
Thus, he headed for the door, slipped out, and leap onto the nearest tree and then the nearest roof, vanishing.
Little did he know, he'd be back soon.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 3:53 pm
Skyler waddled around behind him, mouth open wide. But, but, but, but, but-!
He had been too distracted by the note to even notice the money and frowned deeply when he had been denied the tip. "Thanks..." he mumbled, fiddling with his tail.
Pablo re-appeared just then, pausing and looking at the new bag of coin. "Sky?"
"Yes, Papa?" Skyler perked up, looking VERY pleased with himself.
"Where...did this money come from?"
"Someone named Zale came to pick up an order for Sully. But I took care of it. Made it myself!"
His father's pipe dropping to the floor made him look up.
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 4:01 pm
When Zale returned to Sully he was expecting praise. He almost got it, too, until the pink haired man pulled away from his greeting hug, really inspected the gun, and stared at the Treeko.
"I leave tomorrow."
"Congratulations."
"This isn't time for your sarcastic wit. I will die if I take this out."
"Death is not true, you will come back."
"Dying hurts Zale, and you will be alone. I will fail the mission and the man left to live will destroy many things, families, and people along his way. He is a very bad man, Zale. So you bring me this? What joke is this?"
"I got it from the store, like you told me to."
Sully was about to question, but he knew better. Zale did not lie to him. To others, yes. Not to him. His face paled, eyes narrowing as he adopted a look Zale had never seen before, and suddenly he kicked the door to their room down, storming out.
Zale stood there, confused, and then decided to follow, eager to see Sully's b***h fit.
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