An "average" day(Open to any, clients requested)

[Kaiten Ryugami]

Kaiten sat behind the counter of his store, polishing his sword and waiting for customers. Well paying ones. He had a few that just bought fruit and other minor things, but no weapons. No decorations. And worst of all, no jobs. At this rate, he and Brooklyn would go broke. "Damn, if only a client would walk in and make our day. This bad boy's screamin' for a fight, and Bro's gotten boring to fight. Always falls for the Nodachi trick." He chuckled, and put the sword away. Just as he did, he saw a shadow, and called out to it's owner. "Hello, and welcome to the Dragon's Den General Store and Mercenary Base. What can I help you with?"

[Brooklyn]

Brooklyn returned from a mercenary mission that he decide to do alone with Kaiten knowing. He walked into the Great White City's market place with his hand in his pocket. He wore cloths that fitted his personality. An white jacket outlined in black, though altered with the collar upturned. Light blue jean pants and black sash around his shoulders, held together by a round clip. The sash holds his Tengumaru in place on his back and is tied to it at either end. A black sash is worn in a manner similar to a matador around his waist. He wears white gloves and tan getas, the getas around two inches off the ground. Brooklyn's wavy, shoulder-length golden hair, that he keeps unkempt and parted down the middle. He walked into the store and saw Kaiten.

"What's up, dude?"

[Brago de Oberon]

Aisu entered the store, Koori following her in. Koori's wings were folded onto her body. Aisu headed straight to the counter and placed a single arrowhead on the counter. "This is pure Adamantine Ice. I'm the only one who can make it, but I'm considering on letting you sell it with me. You in?" she asked, getting right to the point. She didn't want to waste time, for time is money and money is good. "What do you say, partners?"

Koori walked to the shady area in the store and laid down. She didn't have to help Aisu with her crazy get-rich-quick schemes, but Aisu was the Speaker of the People of the Blizzard Mountains and Koori did like to travel now and again, so it wasn't too bad.

[Kaiten Ryugami]

Kaiten gave the youger-looking woman a warm smile, and began to sniff the air. He got a strange scent from her. She smelled like an Elf, yet at the same time, had the scent of an Ice Elemental. "Ah, you're a halfblood, right? Sure, sounds like a good deal. I specialize in Drake Silver, a rare metal found only in me homeland, the Dragon Sanctuary." He pulled out the Nodachi, as well as Kitsune Yuki. He laid them on the counter, and picked up a tuning fork he had sitting on the counter, the struck it to the counter. The weapons resonated, and made a low rumble, almost like a growl.

"Drake Silver, like standard silver, is highly conductive, but unlike normal silver, it resonates with high-pitched sounds, creating a low rumble almost like the growl of a dragon. At higher frequencies, the sound gets louder, turning into a roar, and causing the silver to release the pent up magic built up in it. Drake Silver is a magical ore, which draws out it's user's true magical strength." Kaiten stopped the tuning fork with his off hand, and picked up the weapons. He then pulled out a sheet of paper, and began to write. After a moment of writing, he held a contract, which he signed, and handed it to the woman. "If you please, I need you to sign here. It's the standard business partner contract, with supplier getting superior profit, and dealer getting lesser profit. Agreed?"

[*Verdana*]

Honey, I'm home...

I prowl the streets I've loved, I've belonged in for so many years once again. I savour the sounds. Merchant voices crying out, hawking wares that no one needs, but that people will buy anyway, because that's just what people do. How I love people. I give a shaded smile as I slip through crowds and stalls, merging, disuniting, slinking, striding. I could stay here all day, picking unprotected pockets, chattering, flirting, but, alas, I cannot. I have business to attend to.

I walk up the High Road. The stalls grow grander, more specialised, and soon dissolve entirely for shop fronts. My gaze sharpens now, focuses. I'm looking for a specific shop, that's gotten quite the reputation for good-quality weaponary... And I'm direly in need of that. I used up almost my entire arsenal of weapons robbing the palace in the Land of Ash. Ah, good times. But it's not good, to be without equipment. I have all my favourites, of course. The show-pieces. But I need more. Urgently.

My small, booted feet end their motion. I stand in the doorway of an average-sized shop. I can smell that this is what I'm looking for. The perfume of oiled metal, strong leather, sweat, blood, grief and conquest washes over me. I smile wryly at some private joke, and step in.

I'm not expecting immediate service. Currently, I look nothing like the kind of clientele I'm sure the two men are used to. My black hair, although dusty, is held off my face, accentuating my pretty, innocent-looking features. I'm wearing one of those horrid, clinging monstrosities, in a shade of silver that will not be this clean for long. The only thing out of place are my knee-high boots. I never take them off. Not unless it's really necessary. And, with some skilled body-language tricks, no one notices.

I prowl through the shop, touching the blades and handles, sensing, knowing each weapon. I grab up a piece of fruit as I pass, munching it carelessly. Then my fingers find a sword. I stop. My eyes widen, and I throw back my head, laughing in delight. I pick up the piece of art, feeling the way it merges, becoming an extension of my limb. I swing gracefully, parry, thrust. "I left you for lost, my friend," I chuckle, stroking the blade.

I will make at least one purchase today. The sign of the wren on the blade assures me of that. Whether the young men running the store will know anything about it, or keep the profits, is an entirely different matter.

[Brago de Oberon]

((Not to be rude, Verdana, but do you mind speaking in third person?))

"That sounds great. And I can cart some of your fancy swords around with me if you want and I can sell them with my normal stuff. As Speaker, I get around," Aisu said, signing the contract.

"When she actually does her work there isn't any time for this sort of thing, but she never does, so there's always time for money making," Koori said in her calm and cold voice from where she lay in the back. Her breath was icy, so some of the floor froze from her breath.

"Yeah, but money is good and I like it!" Aisu said, not liking the way Koori always made her feel bad about wanting more money.

[Brooklyn]

When Brooklyn saw Shaygrin walk into the store, he immediately walked over to her side. "Hello the name is Brooklyn Ryugami Touzen but you can call me Brooklyn. As part owner of this store it's my job to help petty women around the store." Brooklyn stated with a huge grin on his face. He then grabbed her hand, bowed, and kissed it.

"What brings a lovely woman like yourself to this part of town?"

[*Verdana*]

[Okay, Brago, but why? I like to have a reason for changing my style.]

The femme's old weapon sings in her hands as she wanders about the store, face absently thoughtful. She's gotten a surprise, to be true, but this isn't what she came for. Not entirely. Silvered, tempered optics scan the shop's interior. There are others. A man, possibly an owner, from his calm, assured nature, a woman, a... Thing, cold and strange, but not unusual, and... Oh! That.

A young man strides over towards her, his step, his face, his very smell betraying his youthful eagerness. Mentally, the lass raises a brow. Either he's still very young, or she has no idea how he's lived as long as he evidently has. Any knife would have him in a pool of blood by now. Had she been on a job... But, she isn't. She's here to aquire a copious amount of weaponary, and that needs a softer approach.

Her features betray none of her thoughts. Simply pleasant surprise when the youngling reaches her, quiet pleasure at his crude flattery. 'Honestly!' she thinks to herself. 'Men's pick-up lines get cruder every decade. When I was a youngling, you didn't know you were being courted until you found yourself in love.' Wait... Did she just have an 'in my day' thought? By the knife, she's either getting old or the world's getting stupid to cause such a travesty!

Oops, better reply. He asked a question after all. She allows her hand to be kissed, though she is very much tempted to backhand him across the face, and dips her head politely. "I go by Shanna Melhal. Shanna's fine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Brooklyn." Right now, it would not be wise to use her actual name. Not after she gave it to Master Macula, and then proceeded to rob him mercilessly. She doesn't know if he'll put her name up, or even if it will travel this far, but she's survived this long by not taking any risks. She's not going to start changing her ways now. She's chosen a large, prominent house, with enough money to pay for what she's about to aquire, not enough status to have every member known, but enough members that a new one won't stand out. Shanna's an old identity. She might as well be an actual member of the house.

But, he asked her a question, didn't he? She smiles, and looks around. "Necessity," she says simply, with a tinkling laugh that places her as an airy, youthful lass with no more need for weapons than new dresses, but a desire to aquire them, nonetheless. Best to leave their use ambiguous, too. "You see, I would like to become a patron. Do you have any throwing knives?" Of course they do! She can see them two shelves down. But she must look flirtatious, simpering, not sinister at all...

Oh, the indignity of it all!