Edolia
07-10-2004, 02:17
<<OOC Disclaimer: The conversation in this thread was edited by me from a conversation done using a messenger service between myself and the player of Allanea.
More OOC at the end of the thread.>>
Sam Goods was a gun salesman and the owner a branch of a Recoil Defensive Goods store in Heston City, Allanea. Today was a month after the reopening of his store and as the Federal troops left the country, people were lining up in droves to renew their supplies of guns, ammunition, and gun accessories. He was just completing the sale of a Barret M82 to a boy who looked about seventeen. The high schooler was using his scholarship award gift checks for it. Bright kid. Sam liked children. He raised an eyebrow as he saw a tall, bald black man wearing priestly robes step into the store. By the way he looked at the gun supplies, he wasn't from Allanea. "Good day, sir," said Sam cordially, looking at the visitor. "I understand you're a tourist?"
"Good afternoon," the man replied. His mouth had cracked into a broad smile, but he was keeping his voice low. Sam couldn't quite make out what kind of accent he had, but it certainly wasn't Allanean. "You might say that. I'm wondering if it could be possible for the two of us to chat... in private? I'll make it worth your while." He looked meaningfully at the gun seller, sliding a $200 gold bar over the counter. Sam made it disappear and nodded.
"That shouldn't be too difficult to arrange. Just wait a second while I finish here." He turned his attention back to the high school student. After watching the boy walk away happily, a large sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, Sam shooed the other customers out of the store, locked the door and closed up the windows. "So, where exactly are you from, Reverend?" The other man cracked another wide smile; only this time Sam thought he detected a hint of ferocity.
"Now that's a good question, isn't it?" His voice was still low, and Sam hadn’t was wondering where he could be from. "Why don't we just say that I'm from the neighborhood?” The last sentence was spoken in a louder tone of voice and at this point, Sam could clearly hear the other man's harsh guttural accent. If the average Allanean could have said before that the man didn't speak English as a native language, it would have been obvious to any kindergartener that the man was from Allanea's oldest enemy, from just across the Straights: The Socialist Empire of Edölia.
"'Edolian, eh?" Sam looked mildly surprised. "Shoulda' known by the way you were staring at all of those guns, here. I heard of the troubles you guys are having, what with the government and all. Hope I can help. What do you need?"
"Well," the reverend looked thoughtful. "I am... uh... interested in purchasing some guns. Lots of guns. I'm wondering if I came to the right place?"
"You are in Allanea. Makes it the right place, no?" Sam chuckled. "Now, what are we talking about, specifically?"
"That all depends." He waited for a moment. "Nothing too expensive. I, or rather, the people I represent, don't have unlimited funds. We need something that works. Well. And... about 500,000 of those somethings."
"WOW!" Sam had hoped that he would be doing good business today, but he hadn't expected something quite like this. "You understand you shouldn't be talking to me about these things... I think you oughta' talk to some corporate big-shot... but... holy shit... you've got something planned over there in Edölia, don't you?" Sam chuckled again and shook his head. Ignoring the surprise on the storekeeper's face, the Edolian nodded.
"That's about what I expected. I imagine that you're the man that can hook me up with the proper people." The Allanean continued to stare at his surprising customer.
"Do you actually know anything about what you're buying?"
"Let's just say," said the black man, "that I need something that's light, inexpensive, easy to clean and can punch a hole in the kind of body armor commonly worn by... let's say... just as an example, the Edolian Scarlet Army." Sam laughed.
"Maybe an M-16AL? These babies have been piercing those body amours quite well, I've heard. Ah," Sam happily exclaimed, "I have an idea. Here's a book for you. “He smiled as he pulled out a fat, green-covered book from below his counter. "Boston's Gun Bible. Absolutely the best for anybody choosing a gun. Read through it. In the meanwhile, there's a gun show here in two weeks, and there's going to be some AAI reps on it, maybe even Nivenski in person. Do you carry a gun, yourself?" The black man took the book quietly and opened his coat, revealing two small but powerful-looking automatic pistols. Sam recognized them as Allanean Uzi variants. "Oh! I see. Wonderful. You might want to carry them openly, in shoulder holsters. Stay in fashion, Reverend."
"I'll... um... be at the show then," the Edolian nodded politely. "Thank you for your time," he followed Sam towards the front of the store. "And just in case you find anything I might be interested in before the show, I'm staying at the Rand Hotel.
Ask for James Johnson."
"I see, sir," the Allanean responded, chuckling to himself at the obvious pseudonym. The man going by the name of Johnson stepped out of the store, gave a last parting nod towards Sam, and walked slowly down the street.
It was going to be interesting, the Reverend Akrür Mbutu thought to himself. “Bloody heathens wont ever see what hit them.” His organization’s leaders had asked him, mostly because of his fluent English, to come to Allanea to negotiate an arms deal. He expected it would take a bit longer than normal here, but if he could talk to some high level Allanean Arms Incorporated representatives, he might be able to get a significant discount, which would make up for the delay. How are they planning on smuggling 500,000 assault rifles in Edölia?. Holding the crucifix under his robes, he smiled to himself. The Lord would find a way. The Christ would provide and soon the Edolian leadership would feel the wrath of God. It would be interesting…
<<OOC: Alright. One could assume that governments hostile towards Edolia's secular, communist (and democratic) government and that would be 100% friendly to Christian rebels would have been contacted and asked for support. Therefore, if you care to, you may RP that you received a request for aid, and that a representative from the rebellion was sent. I'll release more information as it comes along. If you're unsure about anything, telegram me or talk to me on AIM.>>
More OOC at the end of the thread.>>
Sam Goods was a gun salesman and the owner a branch of a Recoil Defensive Goods store in Heston City, Allanea. Today was a month after the reopening of his store and as the Federal troops left the country, people were lining up in droves to renew their supplies of guns, ammunition, and gun accessories. He was just completing the sale of a Barret M82 to a boy who looked about seventeen. The high schooler was using his scholarship award gift checks for it. Bright kid. Sam liked children. He raised an eyebrow as he saw a tall, bald black man wearing priestly robes step into the store. By the way he looked at the gun supplies, he wasn't from Allanea. "Good day, sir," said Sam cordially, looking at the visitor. "I understand you're a tourist?"
"Good afternoon," the man replied. His mouth had cracked into a broad smile, but he was keeping his voice low. Sam couldn't quite make out what kind of accent he had, but it certainly wasn't Allanean. "You might say that. I'm wondering if it could be possible for the two of us to chat... in private? I'll make it worth your while." He looked meaningfully at the gun seller, sliding a $200 gold bar over the counter. Sam made it disappear and nodded.
"That shouldn't be too difficult to arrange. Just wait a second while I finish here." He turned his attention back to the high school student. After watching the boy walk away happily, a large sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, Sam shooed the other customers out of the store, locked the door and closed up the windows. "So, where exactly are you from, Reverend?" The other man cracked another wide smile; only this time Sam thought he detected a hint of ferocity.
"Now that's a good question, isn't it?" His voice was still low, and Sam hadn’t was wondering where he could be from. "Why don't we just say that I'm from the neighborhood?” The last sentence was spoken in a louder tone of voice and at this point, Sam could clearly hear the other man's harsh guttural accent. If the average Allanean could have said before that the man didn't speak English as a native language, it would have been obvious to any kindergartener that the man was from Allanea's oldest enemy, from just across the Straights: The Socialist Empire of Edölia.
"'Edolian, eh?" Sam looked mildly surprised. "Shoulda' known by the way you were staring at all of those guns, here. I heard of the troubles you guys are having, what with the government and all. Hope I can help. What do you need?"
"Well," the reverend looked thoughtful. "I am... uh... interested in purchasing some guns. Lots of guns. I'm wondering if I came to the right place?"
"You are in Allanea. Makes it the right place, no?" Sam chuckled. "Now, what are we talking about, specifically?"
"That all depends." He waited for a moment. "Nothing too expensive. I, or rather, the people I represent, don't have unlimited funds. We need something that works. Well. And... about 500,000 of those somethings."
"WOW!" Sam had hoped that he would be doing good business today, but he hadn't expected something quite like this. "You understand you shouldn't be talking to me about these things... I think you oughta' talk to some corporate big-shot... but... holy shit... you've got something planned over there in Edölia, don't you?" Sam chuckled again and shook his head. Ignoring the surprise on the storekeeper's face, the Edolian nodded.
"That's about what I expected. I imagine that you're the man that can hook me up with the proper people." The Allanean continued to stare at his surprising customer.
"Do you actually know anything about what you're buying?"
"Let's just say," said the black man, "that I need something that's light, inexpensive, easy to clean and can punch a hole in the kind of body armor commonly worn by... let's say... just as an example, the Edolian Scarlet Army." Sam laughed.
"Maybe an M-16AL? These babies have been piercing those body amours quite well, I've heard. Ah," Sam happily exclaimed, "I have an idea. Here's a book for you. “He smiled as he pulled out a fat, green-covered book from below his counter. "Boston's Gun Bible. Absolutely the best for anybody choosing a gun. Read through it. In the meanwhile, there's a gun show here in two weeks, and there's going to be some AAI reps on it, maybe even Nivenski in person. Do you carry a gun, yourself?" The black man took the book quietly and opened his coat, revealing two small but powerful-looking automatic pistols. Sam recognized them as Allanean Uzi variants. "Oh! I see. Wonderful. You might want to carry them openly, in shoulder holsters. Stay in fashion, Reverend."
"I'll... um... be at the show then," the Edolian nodded politely. "Thank you for your time," he followed Sam towards the front of the store. "And just in case you find anything I might be interested in before the show, I'm staying at the Rand Hotel.
Ask for James Johnson."
"I see, sir," the Allanean responded, chuckling to himself at the obvious pseudonym. The man going by the name of Johnson stepped out of the store, gave a last parting nod towards Sam, and walked slowly down the street.
It was going to be interesting, the Reverend Akrür Mbutu thought to himself. “Bloody heathens wont ever see what hit them.” His organization’s leaders had asked him, mostly because of his fluent English, to come to Allanea to negotiate an arms deal. He expected it would take a bit longer than normal here, but if he could talk to some high level Allanean Arms Incorporated representatives, he might be able to get a significant discount, which would make up for the delay. How are they planning on smuggling 500,000 assault rifles in Edölia?. Holding the crucifix under his robes, he smiled to himself. The Lord would find a way. The Christ would provide and soon the Edolian leadership would feel the wrath of God. It would be interesting…
<<OOC: Alright. One could assume that governments hostile towards Edolia's secular, communist (and democratic) government and that would be 100% friendly to Christian rebels would have been contacted and asked for support. Therefore, if you care to, you may RP that you received a request for aid, and that a representative from the rebellion was sent. I'll release more information as it comes along. If you're unsure about anything, telegram me or talk to me on AIM.>>