[Planescape] Squaring the Circle Redux - IC

[deadestdai]

I can't wait 'til you get out of that body an'all Kai'. Flaust says wrinkling her nose. Before you found this disgusting body, I knews him as a grievous basher who deserved a trip to the gallows. Hurry up and send 'im on 'is way before I do. You'd better check those pockets to help pay for this key 'fore I bobs ya.
Then, turning to Vlad, and offering a cheeky wink, Not worry ol' boy! Key's ain't all that pensive! And fishing in her purse, she heads into the shop.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Blade shakes her head in amusement, and follow Flaust in, hoping to smooth over any insults she might inadvertantly make.*

 

[Serpenteye]

"What? You don't like 'Old Tiefer'? He really likes you. A lot."
Kiaros smiles at Flaust before she turns to enter the store and digs in his pockets, tossing whatever few coppers he finds to her. "Keep the change. And feel free to do all the bobbing you like on the other side."

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

Blade and Flaust enter the store while the rest of the party waits outside. Inside, the place is tiny and disorganized, with wrenches, hammers, chisels, and all sorts of odd tools for sale piled in bins and spilled across the shelves.

A wrinkled old githzerai woman sits behind the counter, perched on a rickety stool, and dressed in robes of drab gray. Her sere hair is pulled into a tight bun but it seems more dust and cobwebs than actual strands.

She looks up as the two of you enter. "'elp you with somethin'?" she asks drily.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Yes, if you please. We're looking for the portal key to the portal just next to your shop," Blade says politely.

 

[deadestdai]

Flaust was about to speak when Blade pipes up all polite like. Eyes darting in a sidelong glance, Flaust manages to hide her anoyance at being beaten to the mark and just numbly nods along with what Blade said yawning and stretching theatrically.

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

"That'll be 12 stingers each, and maps are 2 stingers extra," the githzerai replies as she gets down from her stool and hobbles to a shelf behind her and rummages around. "How many do you need?" she calls over her shoulder.

OOC: stinger = silver piece; portals will stay open for about a round once they're activated by a gate key-- long enough for about six people to pass through

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Two please, and a map, if you will," Blade says, digging through her purse to find fourteen pieces of silver, laying them on the counter.

 

[Ferrix]

Donner eyes the gate like every other gate he's ever seen, a bit of mistrust and a bit of fascination, however Grizzle seems to enjoy the trips more than the gruff little hin and those who know the dog can easily make out an intelligent and anxious panting.

Looking down to Grizzle, mumbling "keep yer hopes down, one day we'll be pass'n through one o'these gates and end up in the pits..." Those that are close enough or with sharp enough ears can make out a little more as he trails off, "not that that be such a bad idea..."

He ruffles the dogs ears and looks to the store, "it'll be the day when flaust doesn't volunteer for something..."

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

After counting the coins, the shopkeep hands Blade two small iron rods about three inches long and a scroll of reddish paper. She eyes Blade and Flaust critically, though not unkindly. "Yeh don't look like merchants," she comments mildly, noting the plethora of weapons and gear the two of you are carrying. "What you'd be heading to Torch for? Looking for merc work?"