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lifeaftr2017-08-20 02:18 pm
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Who: Taako, otawg (open to all w goods)
What: 'i can't believe Taako invented wal-mart'--Zero
When: 8/16 and on? if you want the full inventory
Where: The ruins
Warnings: Spicy
The meeting with the shitty god-rabbit had clarified not a whole lot, if Taako is being honest. But one thing is clear, they (this entire island of randos) are in it for awhile, so they (Taako and Lup) need to be in it to win it. And on this island, winning it means selling anything you can get your hands on for anything that might be useful. Their ice cream social had been moderately successful, and the horrible hustle elves are doubling down on their established niche, now that they realize the full stakes.
To that end, you can peruse an up-to-date inventory here. During daylight hours, there is a very good chance you can find a makeshift setup of warez, with the tired but socially effervescent elf responsible close by. There's existing stock, in very limited quantities, of small things. There's a list with everything else. The wood sign just says 'Got Stuff?' as kind of a preliminary; the argument re: naming convention is ongoing and bloodshed may be imminent. Bring your A-game hagglewise, and remember that a neutral feedback is the same as a negative.
[I should clarify, you can thread with both twins but the default setting is Taako unless otherwise specified! Up 2 you! Not fussy!]
What: 'i can't believe Taako invented wal-mart'--Zero
When: 8/16 and on? if you want the full inventory
Where: The ruins
Warnings: Spicy
The meeting with the shitty god-rabbit had clarified not a whole lot, if Taako is being honest. But one thing is clear, they (this entire island of randos) are in it for awhile, so they (Taako and Lup) need to be in it to win it. And on this island, winning it means selling anything you can get your hands on for anything that might be useful. Their ice cream social had been moderately successful, and the horrible hustle elves are doubling down on their established niche, now that they realize the full stakes.
To that end, you can peruse an up-to-date inventory here. During daylight hours, there is a very good chance you can find a makeshift setup of warez, with the tired but socially effervescent elf responsible close by. There's existing stock, in very limited quantities, of small things. There's a list with everything else. The wood sign just says 'Got Stuff?' as kind of a preliminary; the argument re: naming convention is ongoing and bloodshed may be imminent. Bring your A-game hagglewise, and remember that a neutral feedback is the same as a negative.
[I should clarify, you can thread with both twins but the default setting is Taako unless otherwise specified! Up 2 you! Not fussy!]
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"Yeah, it'd be my pleasure. Whatever you're down for." Looks like somebody already took care of most of that hair, a smart move in this heat, but they could hash out a style for sure. "You guys need anything, or did you just wanna stop by for a chat?" Not that she'd mind at all, but that seems super unlikely, especially with the way they're eying the warez.
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They also note the change of expression, the moment Frisk is mentioned. It's typical- and useful. Taking care of their Partner shouldn't be too hard, when people are as inclined as usual to fall in love with them.
"Both, actually. I see you two have already cornered the market on essential goods... perhaps I could interest you in cornering the armory, as well."
With a blithe smile, Chara drops their bag from their shoulders; and pulls out a coconut gun soon after.
"What could I get in exchange for this?"
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"Depends. What d'you want, lil homie?" Taako has a feeling he shouldn't be needling this child with deliberate informality. For just so many reasons, like moral ones as well as self preservation ones. Oh well. "We have bowls, soap, hammocks, nets... Coconut oil, that's good for hair too, you know. If you don't see anything you like here, maybe I can transmute something to order." Or just, start picking things and he'll let you know when you've reached the gun's value. Whatever, this isn't like, a real store for real people.
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Probably best to let him handle the negotiations, but wow she wants it. She holds out her hands kind of deferentially, like a professional who's asking to check the goods but also who is in love a little bit. "Can I see?" And the next part, it's taking some real effort, but she pushes through. "Are you sure you shouldn't keep that for yourself?" If Taako didn't know how badly she's stanning these siblings, now he sure does.
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They can appreciate someone who adores a good weapon.
"I'm certain. The recoil is fair too much for me." They aren't going to clarify, but the one and only attempt made to use it knocked them on their ass so hard they were seeing stars. "Soap is a must- three, perhaps four bars? Three of your bowls- a pair of utensils for each. Some charcoal and paper wouldn't be remiss, however I'm sure we can live without them. Jerky... shall we say... enough for a week. For two people."
They glance over at the goods, considering them carefully. It's highly likely that they're asking for too much; but from the little experience they have with haggling, is that not what one attempts to do? Establish a high price, haggle down.
"The flint and tinder, as well."
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He'd ask the same of Lup, but he already knows why she's like this. Honestly it's commendable she's being as chill as she is. And even making sure the kid doesn't need the thing more, that's very responsible. He may be the older twin now in some technicality but she's still got it.
"Counteroffer: three bars of soap. Tell me why you need three bowls and they're yours. And I can give you a few days of jerky, but not a week's worth for two. You can always bring some goods in and get a refill, we do accept things that aren't weapons." It's not like he's going to starve a child, even a creepy one. But these things aren't cheap to make, in terms of effort. He's gonna need a vacation soon, at this rate. And something tells him, even if he knows he wouldn't actually starve a weird island urchin, that this kid will respond better to being treated as an equal. Whom he would absolutely starve in a heartbeat. "It's a cool gun, but we've been doing pretty good without it, obviously. And how much can it be worth if no one else has enough to trade for it?"
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Actually, maybe she can earn a bit more favor to add to these negotiations. She quickly digs through her knapsack and pulls out a headband made of a stiff piece of bark, wrapped in a bit of tiger pelt, and a thread necklace with a shark tooth pendant. "Would this sweeten the pot?" she offers with a proud grin. "I made the headband for Kittu and figured you could use an accessory too, but you can just trade with it or whatever." Obviously she was gonna give this stuff to them either way, but a bonus is a bonus.
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Her gifts (because that's what they are, aren't they?) gain a slow blink from the child- a significant pause in which they process what she's saying and offering.
They've received gifts before, certainly. Few and far between, always precious. Just...
Not this quickly. Not from a total stranger.
"The bowls are for my sibling, myself, and a man we are camping with. Four days worth of jerky and it's a deal." And with that much said, they raise their hand, reaching for the trinkets Lup is holding.
And again, there's a pause- hand hovering, as if they're entirely uncertain as to whether or not she's pulling their leg.
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He watches the kid's hesitation inscrutably, this is Lup's child handling proficiency roll to make, not his. Are they really that thrown by being given some beach trash? Shit, that's...a lot more depressing than unnerving. WHY IS THIS SAD KID ISLAND? Or, y'know, former sad kid. Since they haven't been sad kids for like, over a century. Dangit, he'd been holding out for some kind of demonic possession, turns out the kid probably just has a tragic backstory. Oh well!
"Yeah, that checks out. Didn't occur to me you might have a third party member, somehow." Or at least not one they'd actually be looking out for. Must be a pretty legit dude, he's sure they didn't just group up without any vetting at all. Taako sighs, deeply and dramatically. "Alright, fine, whatever, it's a deal. Lup's gonna singe off my eyebrows in my sleep if I don't let her have this."
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Her smirk is back in place a moment later at her bro's perfectly astute assessment of the situation and now it's her turn to hold out her hands expectantly, making a little impatient grasping motion, fork it over kid. "Pleasure doing business with you... actually, what's your name, kid?"
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Despite everything, they're not going to be taken for a fool, tucking the headband up their sleeve before reaching up to tie the necklace behind their neck. With their hair out the way, one or both twins might note the gold chain already present, whatever it holds hidden completely beneath their sweater.
"The pleasure is all mine- Kidwun, ma'am." Both tone and smile become slightly wry, at that; these two will undoubtedly get a kick out of the alias.
But maybe a coconut gun being held out towards her will keep Lup's reaction to a minimum.
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It might be funnier if he could think of a legitimate reason for two children on a brand-new (to them) island to use fake names, but. Even if it's just to be contrary and secretive, you know what, respect. Or maybe the kid has warrants out, that's a possibility too. "Oh for sure, I definitely believe that's your name, one hundo percent. You know that goof only works because we met the other one first, right?" They didn't, chronologically, in any sense of the word, but he's not gonna let that put a dent in his shit-eating grin. Whatever, he takes his attention off them and turns it to assembling their requested goods, at ease with the doneness of this deal and his potential upcoming demise. "I gave you two guns once, Lulu, where's my stuff? With interest."
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He's also correct that this only flew for as long as it did because Kittu isn't that wild of a name by itself. "Whatever, I stand by what I said - as far as totally not fake human names go, it's better than Greg," she says with an insolent grin that rivals Taako's. What a band of shady assholes they all are.
She cradles the gun lovingly in her arms and then up to her shoulder, pointing it into the distance with one eye screwed shut as if gauging its aim, then swivels around to point it in her brother's face. "Fuck off Taako, how do I know you're not just keeping all the really cool stuff people trade with for yourself? You already got that gross dripping tetanus infection waiting to happen. I deserve this."
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"And a 'taco' is a type of food, where I come from. As far as totally not fake elvish names go."
Honestly Lup, just fire. It's loaded. Do them all a favor.
Good luck hiding some missing teeth under that glamor, pal.