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Post by Soline on Apr 26, 2015 10:50:37 GMT -5
Argon lead the group through the streets with enough confidence to back up the idea that he knew where he was going. Silas may similarly be familiar with the area as they made it further along the path.
The market wasn't in the slums of the city, instead Argon lead them to a moderately sized building. once inside the group was greeted by a variety of stalls and counters. The shops had various degrees of customers around them and fall all purposes the large open room seemed like a fairly normal bazaar. The smell of roasting local foods in myriad spices rose through the air from a grill near the center and the hum of noise meant the group would be unlikely to be overheard while talking.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 26, 2015 17:43:44 GMT -5
Silas was no stranger to seedy locales, and she didn't need to be told twice to look out for her possessions. As they traveled into more and more familiar territory for her, she kept her attention less on the path and focused it more on Cate, and especially those that came near her. Cate was her friend, and Silas wasn't going to tolerate anyone bumping into her and sticking their fingers in pockets they didn't belong in.
Once they arrived, the gunslinger rested her good hand on the grip of one of her two guns--Bake--and gave the stalls a quick once over. "I'm not seeing any feathered caps, Argon," she said honestly, her tone meant to be light, but coming across as serious what with how tense she was here. She just hoped no one from her past recognized her.
She was silently thankful that she hadn't been here since the accident that had marred half her face.
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Post by Ashleigh Blevins on Apr 26, 2015 23:51:43 GMT -5
"Then they'll find themselves on the wrong end of a barrel of a gun." Ast grunts mildly, arms still crossed. He certainly looks like he's got the grumpy part down pat as he follows along.
"Just so long as we don't have to buy new clothes, I'll be fine. I like this coat. It's a good coat." He flaps the collar out a bit, before crossing his arms again, going into grump mode.
Once they reach the market, he changes not a bit. He looks around, sniffing the air. "Hm. Some food might be nice if we get the chance. Just saying." He rumbles slightly. "Si's right though, thank fuck. No feathered hats." He sticks his hands in his pockets, still looking grumpy and giving everyone who passes the stink eye.
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Post by Argon on Apr 27, 2015 2:42:28 GMT -5
"See, you all shoot down..." Argon glanced at Si, who seemed to be a bit overly focused on her guns at the moment "er, dismiss, the idea of food, but once the aroma hits your nose you realize what an excellent idea it is. As for caps, a feathered one might be a bit garish, but over to the right do you see that stand? The one with shirts and little metal baubles? I'll bet the owner knows something. He's close to the central area so he must see the comings and goings, but far enough to be unnoticed."
To Argon, the group seemed a little relieved he had actually led them where he said he would, though they also didn't seem overly comfortable being here. That was alright, this was his element. He hoped the first merchant would know something - Argon wasn't sure he had met the man before, but he might have bought something here a while back. Regardless, he was sure he hadn't stolen the man's watch or his daughter's purity, so it couldn't be too bad.
As they moved towards the clothing merchant, Argon quickly ducked to the side where a man was selling light vests. He tossed the man a few bills, quickly grabbed a dark blue vest embroidered with a silvery pattern, and kept walking. The movement was fluid and he hardly lost a beat as the group was walking. He hoped they wouldn't wonder for too long where he got the money; at least he legitimately paid for the vest.
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 27, 2015 18:28:19 GMT -5
Cate followed along the group, casual as can be with her hands stuffed into her pockets. You didn't learn to be alert when you spent all your time either on the safety of your ship, or in the company of Silas who was doing all the alert-being for you.
Despite a calm exterior, and a lack of the tenseness that seemed to permeate the rest of the group, arriving at the bazaar still caused Cate to wrinkle her nose. "Lotta folk here. No real space at all. Let's just get this shoppin' trip done with an' be on our way yeah? I'll let ya pick out the damned dress if it gets us through this quicker." It wasn't entirely clear who she was offering that to.
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Post by Ashleigh Blevins on Apr 29, 2015 19:17:43 GMT -5
Ash responds to Cate, simply following Argon. "Well, that's mighty fine of you. Would you like paisley or periwinkle?" He doesn't break his gruff look, arms still crossed as he walks, eyeing everything and everyone in the bazaar like they'll open fire at any moment. And he's also giving them the stink eye. He doesn't pay any mind to argon buying clothes.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 30, 2015 0:51:12 GMT -5
"You'd look fine in something pink and frilly," replied the gunslinger, chewing on the inside of her cheek for a lack of gum. "And we need to find you a good jacket with suit pants, Cate," she added after a short pause, giving the engineer a wry grin, implying she meant for the first statement to be directed at him. At least she was lightening up some.
"Speak to your contact and be done with this, haggling for finery isn't our top priority," she grunted toward Argon, her patience wearing thin. "As much as I appreciate vests," and she did, "you'll need more than that to win over our man, I think."
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Post by Argon on May 3, 2015 11:00:41 GMT -5
"And more I shall obtain, but for now, the mission" Argon said to Si as he approached the merchant they hoped to get information from. The others seemed to be doing well enough on their own so he left it to themselves to take up positions or search for something they wanted for themselves.
"Hello there, friend, I see some fine wares here... fine indeed. Fetch a good price I'll bet. And while I'm looking for something to spend a bit of coin on, I imagine you can help me with a special order of sorts. I'm looking for a dear friend of mine, but I seem to have lost all his contact information. Terribly embarrassing, you see. His name's Jomuth, I'm sure you've seen him around. Important fellow."
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Post by Soline on May 3, 2015 11:14:44 GMT -5
The shopkeeper in question was an older human in a finely tailored suit. He gave the group a critical look as they entered his shop, hardly seeming the sort to do any business with him. Still he put on a smile as Argon approached him, one that was short lived at the questioning.
"Yes, the finer things in life are my specialty. My shop is held in some esteem among the wealthy of Tychus." It was at this point that the smile slipped. "But information is not among my wares. If you're looking for someone I suggest going to a contact booth and searching for them. I've no time to waste on those who are here merely to waste mine. And your... friends hardly seem the sort to do anything but in a shop such as mine."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on May 6, 2015 11:21:30 GMT -5
Silas scratched at the padded armor over her wound, feverishly searching for an itch she couldn't sate underneath all the padding and protection. As Argon rambled on in sweet-talking the shopkeeper, Silas browsed his wares, trying to come across as a tentative buyer, but clearly having her mind on other things. It's hard to feign interest when every fiber of your being doesn't want to be somewhere, and right now that was Tychus.
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Post by Ashleigh Blevins on May 6, 2015 11:33:44 GMT -5
Ash looms up behind Argon like a cruise liner over a dinghy, treating the shopkeeper to a hard look. "You'd think right, friend." He puts emphasis on 'friend'. "We'd hate to waste anyone's time without a purchase...Do you carry anything in a size forty-two waist, by chance?"
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Post by Argon on May 7, 2015 1:33:23 GMT -5
"Oh dear, now you've offended my friends" Argon said with a dip of his head, trying to give a pout-y demeanor. "A successful business doesn't offend its customers, they're liable to get angry and break something. I think you can see that my friends are not the most... patient. I of course would like to avoid such uncouth behavior..."
He looked around and spied a rather nice pair of boots - fashionable, but also utilitarian. He changed tactics "I'd like to buy these boots. I'm sure your prices are reasonable and I'll pay a pretty penny for them, but I'm going to meet my good friend and it would be wholly embarrassing if I were wearing the same boots as him. Have you seen him today? What was he wearing?" Argon hoped the store owner wouldn't think too much on his bedraggled appearance - he didn't actually have much money on him but bluffing was something of a specialty of his.
If this didn't work, they'd probably have to move on to another shop, but it would raise suspicion quickly if they walked from shop to shop having obviously serious conversations with owners yet not buying anything. His new-found conspirators looked tough and must be clever enough to work for Soline, perhaps they had some ideas of their own on how to get the information they needed.
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