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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 15, 2022 0:04:22 GMT -6
Kail grinned toothily at the shopkeeper, a genuine expression of enthusiasm as he finished his explanation. More bullets had him sold, as did the unspoken challenge. Six bullets were more than enough for now, but he could always do with more. There was always something to kill, in this city.
"Fuck, yeah, that's sweet as. I'll take it." He proclaimed, placing it down almost reverently. It was almost too good to be true, and as much as he liked the weapon he wasn't going to sell his soul - or whatever scraps of it remained - for a gun. He considered Yoshio, and leant casually against the desk. "Is the jewelry enough to cover it? I'm sure it ain't cheap."
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Post by jarahamee on Sept 20, 2022 15:47:20 GMT -6
Yoshio grinned widely, his cat-like teeth flashing in the yellowish light of the store. Each emotion distorted the creatures’ face, giving it a different sort of look every time. There was a kind of stage-like quality to each and every one of his emotions and gestures. This time was decidedly fiendishly mischievous, and especially devilish.
The jewelry did have its value yes, in money, and he supposed, in blood, but it was not equivalent to the value of a magic weapon. However, a trade for his new friend’s soul was not quite what he had in mind. He made a gentle chortling noise as he took the wendigo’s hand, curling his fingers around his wrist as he considered how to answer his question.
“I’m afraid what you have given me has only cash value, /but/ your soul is not the price I would ask for this weapon.”
The devil’s eyes were squinted in amusement as he released his grip, half-twirling about like a dancer turning his partner, when he in fact only turned himself. Was there something ironic about this? Perhaps.
“Your soul is too valuable for that. No, I have something else in mind, my friend.”
With careful, tap-dance-like footwork, he turned around slowly and grasped something from behind the counter, before uncoiling his body and spinning in the other direction. With a flourish, he unfurled his hand, holding it out to Kail in a grand gesture.
“I want you to wear this when you use it, and return it when all six bullets are used up. I promise, no harm will come to you, but do not take it off until you have finished.”
A bracelet made of a simple leather cord, with six beads embedded within it. Light, simple. A small hitch to place it where desired. Adjustable. Yoshio’s lips drew over his fangs in a self-satisfied, cat-like smirk, and he pressed his wrist against his own cheek, leaning his head against his hand. The gesture was almost cherubically innocent.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 25, 2022 23:37:30 GMT -6
Kail watched Yoshios dramatic movements closely, somewhat startled by each flaunting gesture. His expression twitched at the hand on his, a flicker of discomfort, and he held his cold hand perfectly still within the demons grasp. He was not used to being touched in a friendly manner. Fingers around his wrist usually meant a snapped joint, a vicious tug forwards in a fight.
But as it were, Yoshio was only being touchy-feely. The cannibals tension visibly eased away as the demon spoke, his eyes narrowing wryly. His soul, valuable? Maybe rotten ones were worth more these days.
He took the proffered bracelet, turning it over carefully. It was oddly similar to the simple leather cord already around his wrist. Nondescript.
“Sure thing, boss.” His yellowed fangs were bared in a grin, and he clipped the bracelet carefully around his thin wrist. “We got ourselves a deal.”
If this was all he needed to do for such a weapon, he was most certainly going to become a regular. He considered asking what would happen if he removed it, but decided against it - they were simple instructions, and he had a healthy respect for demonic rules. It was staying on until he returned to the shop.
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Post by jarahamee on Sept 26, 2022 23:12:00 GMT -6
Yoshio bowed low, then unfolded himself to offer a hand to shake in formal agreement, moving back with a delicate, shuffling set of steps. The devil did not seem to perceive Kail’s previous discomfort. Perhaps he was used to everyone being uncomfortable around him, or maybe he simply wasn’t perceptive enough to understand these social cues.
“Yes, then we shake in agreement. Good, good. It will leave a mark on you, and a mark on me, that won’t go away until the matter is completed, or one of us is dead.”
He grinned widely at the thought, as if it was entertaining to consider. He supposed he could have made it so that it remained after death, but that felt unnecessary. Death was a high enough cost, and he supposed, those who died would come to his realm regardless, bound as they were to his will until the contract was completed.
When the shake was through, a symbol appeared on Kail’s arm. A symbol of a canine biting its own tail, arranged in a ring shape. Who knew where the symbol appeared on Yoshio: there was precious little skin exposed on his body.
“Come back at any time. I am always open to…trade with people. Of course, you’re welcome to keep perusing if you’d like, and I always appreciate…company.”
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Post by qhostqrowls on Oct 12, 2022 22:41:07 GMT -6
Kails handshake was more of a slap than anything else, enthusiastic and loose as his taloned fingers pressed against Yoshios gloves. He inspected the mark, which shimmered like fresh tattoo ink, appraising the design. It looked cool, and he wouldn’t mind having it on his body for however many weeks or months it took to use all the bullets.
“Yeah, you’ll be seein’ me around for sure.” He grinned, the expression reaching his cold eyes. He meant what he said, evidently very pleased with the turn of events that had lead him into such a deal.
The wendigo waved over his shoulder as he exited the shop, the now cash-filled backpack swinging from his other hand.
“Later, Yosh.”
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