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Post by Selenia on Nov 25, 2012 10:20:53 GMT -5
Selenia had to keep down a guffaw at Klepto's little slip of the tongue. Part of her wanted to stop him right there, but she couldn't help it, so she just let him continue. Luckily, ZipFyre had the sense to put an end to the debauchery. While the other two continued to talk to the griffon, Selenia continued looking around the store at all the supplies and equipment. There was a whole section devoted to climbing gear, gleaming tackle and harnesses and yards of colorful composite rope. Too bad they wouldn't need any of that in their upcoming expedition, though, Selenia thought she would look super legit all gussied up in pounds of expensive equipment.
Selenia's ears perked up as there was a clattering back towards the counter where the others were. Feathermain had presented some equipment from behind the counter. Selenia took a casual look. There was nothing of specific note, just lamps and tools and the like. Everything seemed so antiquated, like it would be more at home in somepony's study or sitting on their coffee table. He referred them to the daily sale and showed them the clothing section. Selenia would be taking a look in there soon enough, perhaps she could even whip together an outfit like Daring Do's. Who knows.
"Yes, we would very much like to see your more... exclusive selection." Selenia replied to the griffon's question. She was indeed paying attention. "Perhaps some items that are either professional- or military-grade hardware. The government always gets the best stuff due to tireless research, and they never release it to the public until they have something that can top it." She tapped a hoof to her chin, debating wether to truly divulge the level of their work. She decided there would be nothing to gain from lying to the one who would be providing them with their gear.
"Our past couple of expeditions into the unexplored have been.. Very high risk. Traps and whatnot are ever-present. Even though our official title is that of 'archeologists', our work is much more important and unusual than what can be said by that title." She hoped she wasn't needlessly inflating their sense of self worth and ending up sounding like they were full of themselves. She only intended to get across that they needed the best gear that money could buy, and seeing as they had a frighteningly large pool of money to draw from, they could afford the extra benefits.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Nov 25, 2012 10:43:54 GMT -5
Klepto frowned at Zipfyre, only realizing his mistake when she had pointed it out. "Yeah, yeah. Archaeologists, architects, whatever." The thief followed Feathermain to the basic equipment he had to offer. Headlamps, nets, nothing they didn't have already or need. Besides, this stuff was on sale. It would hardly make a dent in Rainlock's over-sized pockets.
Klepto's ears perked up at the mention of special items Feathermain had available, though he gave Selenia a confused look when she had decided to give Feathermain a better idea of what they were doing. So much for the archaeology gag. The colt shrugged, turning back to the store owner. "And don't go easy on the gravy, either. As long as it can be charged to a hotel room, money is no object."
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Dec 15, 2012 15:45:25 GMT -5
“Gravy you say? Oh, I got gravy.” Cooed the old griffon as he cracked his talons. “Righty-O, this way then. Don’t dally.” The griffon lead the trio towards the back of the shop, past more oddities and trinkets pilfered from faraway lands – some more frightful than others. He opens a door to a stairwell leading down into a dark cellar, taking two steps down; he pulls a chain turning on a swaying overhead light. “A few rules before we proceed; first, do not touch anything; secondly, do not look into the eyes of the Iggyboom Mask – see if you can guess which mask it is! It’s like a game. Thirdly, don’t hesitate to ask questions. So, without further ado…” Feathermain unlocked the steel barred door at the stairs landing, leading into a long cellar that explodes to life with light the moment the griffon crossed the threshold. Beyond revealed a cornucopia of oddities the likes of which few have ever laid eyes upon. It was a museum of the strange and unsettling. Feathermain moved through the aisles of curiosities, glancing from one fetish to the next. He reached for the first time of interest and presented it to the trio of ponies.
“Ah, here’s a curious one.” He said holding up carved wooden idol with grotesque features. “The Taki-Tiki. Supposedly, whoever possesses this will be protected from fire as the idol will consume it before it can do you harm. Never tried it myself, supposedly you have to be a virgin for it to work… or was it you had to sacrifice a virgin to a volcano? Well anyway!” He put the idol back on a shelf before moving onto another object – one less jarring in appearance.
He took up a rather ugly polished stone with three stripes carved into it, “This things here always shines bright in darkness – consider it an ancient torch that doesn’t need spark-batteries. Put two or more together and they also get incredibly hot – great to cook eggs on.” He set it back on shelf, turned around and took three shrunken heads from a hook on a wall, their head hear knotted together. They looked to have belonged once to Diamond Dogs. “Now here is something.” He said turning each head with his talons so their sewn shut faces stare directly at Klepto. “I was given these three lovely fellows by a hidden tribe of Zebras deep within the jungle of Timbucktu on my second expedition there. They bark when danger is near, here, see for yourself.” The griffon glanced around, eyes spotting the jar of a coiled preserved snake with its fangs blared in an eternal hiss. He put the shrunken heads beside the snake in a jar and the three suddenly erupted in a fit of yelps, more like Chihuahuas than the menacing bark of a Doberman. Feathermain chuckles in amused delight as he took them away, silencing them. “Ah they’re not the brightest things, probably why they were captured in the first place! Ha-ho.” He hung the heads back on the wall and moved on.
He looked about for the next item of interest he wished to show, finding and taking up a rather menacing repeating crossbow, with two magazines of bolts resting side by side so it could fire two bolts at once, with a rotary crank. “A gift from the far Eastern deserts, the manuballista. Used this very one to fell the fabled Tiger of Khan. Can fire 10 by 2 bolts every minute, just keep cranking away, like so!” His talon grabbed a hold of the crankshaft and cranked away. Thankfully it was not loaded else it would have sprayed Selenia and Zipfyre with a slew of deadly bolts. “Great for those pesky pigmies too!” He set it back down, leaning it against the wall.
“Now here is something I know you’ll like.” Feathermain padded over to a latched case, opening it and taking from it a folded piece of thin tanned hide. He unfolded it with a flick of his talon and set it down on the floor. It was square in shape, about the size of your typical map, but blank and considerably old. “This here, my fellow tomb-raiders, is what I like to call the ‘ndogo ramani’. Simply place it on the ground in the area you wish to explore, take a talo- ohh um well hoof-full of dirt or dust from that place, sprinkle it on the map then rub it clockwise like so…” He demonstrates, taking up a bit of dust on the old wooden floor within his grasp and lightly peppering the hide with it before rubbing the dust into it. Slowly black lines begun to form out from the center of the skin, snaking like into a design which soon becomes apparent is a map of the cellar they stand in. The stairs are half formed, leaving where the main shop would be not yet drawn. “And there you have it, a map of the area. It’ll keep updating itself with everywhere you trot. To reset it just rub some boring old ground on it in a counter-clockwise motion and voila, it’s blank once more!” He takes the map up and rolls it. “It’ll point out traps, secret doors, exits, and so forth. So anything catching your eye, looking for something in particular to suit your style? Let’s make it quick, don’t like to stay down here long – gives me a blasted headache after a few minutes.”
The ponies would find that aside from the items the griffon pointed out, there was also a verity of unusual armor – most of which appeared to be for creatures other than ponies. A slew of oddities, a wooden game board with a strange funny word on it, random gems, parts to monsters crafted into jewelry, a conch shell and trinkets. Several carved masks hang upon the walls, all resonating with some subtle magic. Against one wall were more weapons like the repeating crossbow, including a griffon talon cannon, talon mortar, spears, glaives and javelins.
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Post by Selenia on Dec 17, 2012 9:20:23 GMT -5
Selenia offered a satisfied grin as Feathermain gave them the lowdown on the basement before they entered. She made a mental note not to look at any of the masks. Not that she would have wanted to in the first place, as masks weren't her kind of thing and they were almost always super creepy, but now she had another good reason. Their troupe slowly proceeded down into the cellar, and it was even creepier than the upstairs, if that seemed possible. Antiques and artifacts and taxidermized creatures aplenty, plus a whole wall full of masks, another covered entirely in weapons, and everything anypony could ever wish to find piled up on ceiling-high shelves scattered about the floor space.
Feathermain took some time to explain some items of interest. That fire mask, if it worked, could be helpful. Selenia fit the bill of, erm, requirements, she supposed. Insofar, their ruins have proven to use traps of magic, not fire, so she wouldn't need it. She continued to listen to his explanations of the shrunken heads and presented a repeating crossbow. The heads creeped her out, and the crossbow certainly piqued her interest, but Selenia wasn't skilled in any form of archery. She was only interested in the mechanism itself. She nudged Klepto and nodded to the bow with a smile. "Pretty coooool." She drew out the o for emphasis and grinned.
Feathermain then brought them to a heavy case, and drew out a piece of parchment. Selenia stayed quiet while he explained, but couldn't help but offer a smiling gasp when he brought it to life. A map that could depict any area, including traps and secrets. That would be immensely helpful, and probably priceless, too, but if they were only to get one thing from the shop, it would have to be that map. She waited patiently until Feathermain finished his little tutorial, then piped up, "Well, we are definitely interested in that map, the ndogo ramani, so I don't know if we have like a tally or anything to add stuff to, but I think my friends will be more than happy to browse for a bit and find things that suit them." She looked back at Klepto and ZipFyre
Selenia took a quick once-over of the stuff from her current position near the table. "Say, what do you have by way of armor or other interesting garments for ponies? And going on that thread, do you have any magical artifacts like amulets or circlets or anything of the like that are compatible with pony magic?" If there was anything Selenia could use to augment her abilities, she would be all over it.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Dec 17, 2012 23:19:08 GMT -5
Klepto followed Feathermain and the others to the back of the shop towards the cellar, glancing at the other items they passed along the way. He turned his focus back to the mustachiod griffon once they had come to a stop, listening as the shopkeeper recited his three rules. "Can't make any promises about the first one," the thief thought with a smirk.
And then they were there, in a cellar filled to the brim with all sorts of curious doo-dads and what-nots. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before. The thief stopped to tilt his head at one or two items, before catching up with the rest of the group as Feathermain began showing off a few items of interest. To be honest, he couldn't really see the group using all that many of them. Especially the shrunken heads. Yeesh were those things creepy. He had to take a few seconds to get the image of them starting directly at them out of his head.
The crossbow was... well... he felt pretty neutral about it. He'd never thought of himself as a crossbow sort of guy. Besides, the thing was heavy and slow, requiring you to slooooowly, and methoooddiiccallly, aaiiiim it, and- Bleh. Hardly as quick and nimble as he liked to be. But hey, if Selenia was showing even semi-mild interest in it then that was more than enough reason to add it to the tab. Besides, maybe it would be more up Zipfyre's alley. Or at least whoever else joined them once the expedition got started again.
"Yeah, definitely the map," Klepto said, picking up the crossbow and fiddling with the crank. "And the crossbow. And a couple of those glow rock thingies would be nice." The thief tried thinking of anything else they would find useful on the expedition, but his mind was coming up with blanks. "And whatever Selenia said I guess."
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Jan 2, 2013 18:53:30 GMT -5
Feathermain whipped out a mechanical calculator, from where he had hid it was open to speculation, and begun to type in the ponies first orders, his talons sweeping across the keys with fiendish precision. Click, click and a ching from the handle cemented the order on the spool of paper streaming out from the device’s top. “Excellent, excellent. Spare no expense I’ve always said.” So said Feathermain. He adjusted his spectacles as he scanned the receipt for errors. “Have you down for the map, glowy rocks, and the crossbow. Fantastic choices. Now, you say you want some armor or magically doohickey – let me see what I have stuffed around here.” He lowered the calculator and carried onto to another part of the room.
Feathermain shuffled through another shelf of odds-and-ends, he moved around some of the random knickknacks when he face brighten, exclaiming a ‘ah-ha!’. “Here we are, this should be right for a unicorn. Let me just…” He feverishly looks around for something to pick it up with. There were just some things that a griffon couldn’t touch due to the amount of magic it contained. Finding a set or old iron tongs left laying on the floor – from the last time he had to pick the thing up, he took hold of the ring with the tongs and presented to the trio. It appeared like a swirling green jewel set in ornate gold. “The Kautsav jewel set in a ring just the right size for a unicorn’s horn – or someone with really chubby fingers. Anyhow, I don’t know how you unicorns do your zip-zam-bam, but this magnificent specimen of a jewel is said store and pass on the knowledge from every pony who dons it to the next, for as long as it is worn. But, there’s always a ‘but’ with ancient artifacts isn’t there? But, in exchange for this knowledge, you quite quickly go completely Discord bonkers mad. That is, of course, if it doesn’t outright kill you the moment you slip it over your horn. It really is far too powerful for typical ponies, I’m afraid. I best just set it back on the shelf, can’t risk any of your brains exploding and messing the place up.” Without another word, he set it back where he retrieved it from. He tossed the tongs back onto the floor and wiped his talons.
“Right-ho, onto the armor.” He turned around and begun riffling through a crate stuffed tightly with all assortment of armors, looking for something that would fit a pony. “Can you all fit into Zebra things? Have a few bone armors from the Ghost Tribe that may suit you.” He pulled up a stack of leathers with bone reinforcements, tied together with a leather string, and tossed it over to the trio. “Have at it – it smells like dead water bison and rather get rid of it sooner than later.” As he waited for them to look through the stack of armors, Feathermain remembered something which may interest the three. "Ah this reminds, before you go out swinging on vines and dodging boulders, might I recommend a stop at the National Museum. Have a Rust Phoenix on display finally. Fine specimen and quite the rarity."
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Post by Selenia on Jan 8, 2013 17:19:03 GMT -5
Feathermain tapped away furiously on his calculator and Selenia wearily eyed the growing receipt protruding out of the contraption. She silently nudged Klepto and nodded to what would probably be a very significant expenditure, "You think our benefactor can handle this shopping spree?", she whispered with a concerned expression. With any (and that means all) luck, the Rainlocks and their gargantuan bank balance would be unfazed by the cash drop. After all, it should resemble nothing more than an 'expansion' to the Rainlock artifact collection in the fiscal record. She shrugged before Klepto could reply, but kept her ears open if he did.
Feathermain finished typing away into the receipt and drew Selenia over to the magical artifacts she had inquired about. Much to her interest, Feathermain took extreme caution before presenting and explaining a rather spectacular jeweled ring. Selenia's smile grew as he continued, the Kautsav jewel set in a horn-ring that contained the collective knowledge and memories of all those who had worn it before. The thing looked ancient, and probably had the memories of multiple significantly important figures, hopefully powerful mages. The combined knowledge and expertise of magic would be invaluable to her, plus it would look lovely on her horn.
She was about to put down the cash on impulse when Feathermain issued the dreaded 'but'. Selenia's smile fell as he explained the price for such a vast repository of knowledge; the wearer would go insane. Her brow scrunched in frustration. Possibly there could be a loophole to use the artifact... Like she could don it for a short time span and record everything she could find, then remove it and never use it again, or perhaps go through the hassle of equipping and removing it repeatedly, only putting it on for a few seconds to cast a spell and then removing it again. She thought of multiple ways that the time wearing it could be used most efficiently, but all her worries drew down to the method for the onset of insanity. Was it gradual or instantaneous? Would she lose her mind due to the massive flood of knowledge as soon as she applied the ring, or would the ring slowly strip her of her sanity as it added her knowledge and memories to its own? Selenia's stomach started to ache the more she thought about it, so she just decided to pencil the ring off of the list. Feathermain seemed wary of it, too, so she deemed it not worth the potential risk, no matter how pretty it would have looked on her horn.
Selenia followed Feathermain and listened to the rest of his notings with reserved interest. He presented them with various pieces of armor made from bones which, even though they would be fascinating to study up close, smelled ghastly and would hinder her movement more than the offered protection could compensate for. She turned it down and let Klepto a chance to look it over. Basic clothing, some reinforced saddlebags, or even nothing at all would be better suited to her style.
Selenia turned her attention back to Feathermain as he explained the museum as a point of particular interest. Rust Phoenixes were very hard to come by, and they had one at the museum. That would definitely be a sight to see. "Hey Klepto?", Selenia called over her shoulder once Feathermain had finished, "I believe we have our next stop once we're done procuring our gear." She turned back to Feathermain, "I'll be adding a pair of reinforced saddlebags and one of those larger serrated utility knives with the sheath and leg strap to our 'cart' so to speak."
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Jan 8, 2013 20:00:31 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it," Klepto said, dismissing Selenia's concern about the cost of their purchases with a wave of his hoof. "We could buy the whole store and she wouldn't even notice. Trust me, I'm tempted." The thief put the crossbow into his bag, following Selenia and Feathermain to see what he had to show off next.
Which... wasn't too interesting. So he walked around looking at all the other stuff there was to see. He flipped through the pages of an old dusty book, slamming it shut after finding a particularly gruesome illustration. Next to it was some sort of wind chime. Boring. What else was there? Some orange and dark green candles, with little faces carved into the wax. Kinda cool. And a little pouch filled with some sort of powder. The thief picked up it with his teeth, carrying it over to where Selenia and Feathermain now were.
He took a look at the bone-leather armors, finding them a bit tacky. But whatever. His ears perked up when Feathermain mentioned a museum within the city. "Fthound's guh to me," he said, dropping the pouch onto a table in front of him. "Always liked museums. Hey, what's in this thing?" he said, pointing at the pouch with his hoof.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Jan 9, 2013 19:21:18 GMT -5
Feathermain approached the pouch and leaned in close to it with his spectacles right up against his eyes to see it better. “Ah yes, nearly forgot about that. Must have been thirty years now since I came across this.” He glanced up from his studying of the pouch of powder, looking to the trio, deciding whether to tell them what it contained. Weighing their possible reaction, they seemed mature enough – heck, he figured, maybe they were desperate enough to consider it. “It’s Alicorn dust.” He stated bluntly, “Taken from the Tomb of Al Khamsa. Legend dictates that the dust came from the horn of the ancient Saddle Arabian Princess Harra. Any Equine who breathed in her essence would then themselves become an Alicorn, but only for one night. I gather that meant you had to take it at sunset, but the rules were always rather vague as legends tend to be. May have been one hour, maybe a minute.” He explained, “And there was also something about if used on a non-equine, forced blah blah friendship and love, yadda yadda. Shall I ring it up for you?” The griffon made an effort to avoid talking in depth on any negative effects the relic exuded.
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Post by Selenia on Jan 17, 2013 17:02:56 GMT -5
Selenia regarded the bag of 'alicorn dust' with mild suspicion. Feathermain was staying very tight-lipped and evasive about it, compared to his spirited explanations of the other bits and baubles around the basement. The effect, if actually true, would be priceless in itself. The capability to become an alicorn, practically a god, for a night. The implications were staggering, but so were the possible drawbacks. Feathermain's quick pressing to add it to their pile either meant there were horrific drawbacks, much like that magical ring, or he just wanted to earn a fair chunk of money. After all, she kept in mind that the supposed effect was to become an alicorn. Like, an actual divine alicorn. Either way, Selenia didn't buy it.
Selenia turned her nose up from the pouch and gave Feathermain a judgmentally quizzical look. She couldn't intimidate him to talk, no way in Tartarus, but she at least thought the look might help her cause. "I wouldn't add it to the pile just yet, Feathermain. So... Become an alicorn for a night and gain all the applicable abilities forthwith. Seems a little too good to be true, so, what's the catch, here? Keep in mind we are customers who are spending a lot of money," she gestured to their pile of priceless artifacts and other items, "and we will probably come back sooner or later to spend more, so it would be bad business to withhold crucial information from your customers. If you tell me what that's all about," she nodded to the pouch of dust, "I might consider adding it on to our tab."
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Jan 22, 2013 18:46:04 GMT -5
Alicorn dust? Now there was something that sounded expensive. Not only would it take a fair chunk of change out of Rainlock's pocket, but there was no way she could get mad at them for buying it. After all, how could they possibly be expected to turn down such a rare and one-of-a-kind item?
And if it just turned out to be saw dust, all the better!
Klepto was just about to give Feathermain the affirmative when Selenia started questioning him about the pouch's contents. "Aww come on, Selenia," Klepto said after she had finished. "Didn't you hear him? This stuff is loaded with all sorts of love and friendship. When has love and friendship ever had a drawback? Besides, Rainlock would be in tears if she found out we turned down the chance to purchase something like this. She's into this sort of rare stuff. Probably has a vase in her mansion just waiting to be filled with dead Saddle Arabian dust."
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Jan 26, 2013 15:56:51 GMT -5
Feathermain taps his beak with a talon, “Ohh, you’re a wise one.” He stated coyly. “Alright, fine. If you insist – did you say Rainlock?” He asked, his feather bristling. That was a name he hadn’t expect them to drop, and dropped Klepto did, like a ton of dragon treasure. He yanked the powder back, holding to close. “Wait now; I can’t let you let Rainlock have this. That mare has been pinioning me for years, always one step ahead of my expeditions, taking all the glory, the pride, - and the bits. If I was less a gentlebird, I’d of had her off’d by a tribe of cannibal pygmy zebras long ago. Don’t tell her I said that, right ‘magine she’d not take that for the jest it was."
“But…” He said, looking to Klepto. Such a simple pony, yet charming and gun-ho. It reminded him – not of himself of course, but of an assistant he had on an expedition once. Fell victim to the God of the Red Flux, horrible fate, had to be put out of his misery when he turned into one of its zombie-like servants. “I can’t say no to somepony as excited about exploring as you. Fine, you can have enough for one use for each of you, just one use.”
He went to looking for something to transfer a few pinches of the powdery substance into. “And if you insist, there is a catch, a rather nasty one in fact.” As he explained he begun to take grains of the fine dust from the pouch and drop into a little metal box, no larger than a match box. “So nasty, no one really knows what it is. Oh there’s speculation, everything from instant death, possession, to an incorrigible urge to dance. One rumor that does get whispered more often than most, that being every time you use it, you get weaker and weaker when not hopped upon on the stuff. But when you’re desperate enough to snort up an ancient Princess like she was some sort of nose sugar, what else can you expect!? Blatant disregard for your health HOOO!” He passed the little container to them and wiped his talons. “So anything else you may need? Or can we get to the bill?”
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Post by Selenia on Feb 4, 2013 8:05:13 GMT -5
Selenia barely resisted the urge to facehoof when Klepto mentioned the Rainlock family name. Every creature everywhere knew the Rainlocks, an knew that that name had a whole lot of money, and occasionally animosity, behind it. The last thing they needed was for Feathermain to casually up their prices a few million bits, as they were already probably spending enough money to buy the whole of Ponyville.
Feathermain responded exactly as Selenia had feared. There was some serious abrasion between him and Rainlock, but Selenia could care less, it wasn't her problem. The Rainlocks' mansion had a lock on the doors so all Feathermain could really do was float and sputter. He seemed to calm down a bit and offered Her and Klepto both a pinch of the dust. The gesture was appreciated, but she wouldn't use hers. Too little information to be worth the supposed benefits. Anyway, Feathermain still seemed a little worked up over the whole Rainlock thing. Selenia sighed, figuring that it would be up to her to settle the griffon's nerves.
"Rainlock may be the valencia of our expedition, as well as our benefactor. And our contractor... And also our top researcher..." Selenia bit her lip. This had sounded a lot better in her head... "B-but," she stumbled a bit before continuing, "If the expedition is indeed successful, then there will probably be publicity involved..." She gave Feathermain a sideways glance with a grin, attempting to convey her meaning before actually having to say it. "Ponies will ask us about our unique gear. Gear which we will be more than happy to say came from your shop." She reassuredly patted him on the back, "Who knows? Perhaps you and Rainlock might enter into a commercial partnership after our expedition concludes. The expeditions get better gear and your shop gets lots of publicity, everypony wins." She let go of the griffon and walked back around to face him. "Now, how about that bill?"
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Feb 4, 2013 20:06:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, don't worry about Rainlock," Klepto said, taking the metal tin and slipping it into his bag. "When all the news reporters are lined up, asking us for interviews, I'll be sure to be too busy bragging about my awesome gear to even remember the name of our pegasus friend."
The colt walked around the eccentric griffon, looking over his shoulder at the mechanical calculator. "And don't forget to give yourself a nice tip either," he said, pointing down at the sum with his hoof. "Excellent service demands excellent rewards."
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Feb 6, 2013 20:13:59 GMT -5
"Yes..." Feathermain slurred out, obviously trying to disseminate Selenia's words. They were enticing, but he couldn't help but wonder what if she was trying to flatter him with the promise of future press-glory. But it ultimately didn't matter, he was more interest in the bits than anything else. "Fine, you drive a hard barter... but so help me if Rainlock comes down here causing trouble for me I'll hunt you all down and turn you into fine glue." He sternly said, with a breaking smirk. "Ok lets see the damage."
Feathermain retrieved the calculator and begun clicking away feverishly against the keys, pulling the crank every few seconds, the paper roll billowing forth from the back and streaming down to the floor. After over a dozen cranks of the lever, Feathermain ripped the receipt from the calculator and read down the paper. "Alright... seems your total comes out too... carry the 3... Ah! 732,000 bits plus tax. Oh and can't forget the tip. 20% good? Nah lets make it 25. So another 183,000 for a total of 1,024,800 including tip and tax. I'll even throw in a crate of mixed materials. It'll be surprise, what fun! Shall I put in a bag for you, paper of plastic?" He handed Selenia the bill with one talon, the other eagerly waiting for the check or sack of bits, whatever they had on hoof. "Oh and if you happen to bring me back some curiosity from your enterprising endeavor, I just may have something special tucked away for you to grip your flat teeth into."
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