[@Lugubrious] [img]https://see.fontimg.com/api/rf5/lgmWw/OGE2YmYyODAzZjI5NDNkMWI5OGUxY2ViMDMzYjFjMGMudHRm/SGFycnkgRHVib2lz/super-funky.png?r=fs&h=63&w=1000&fg=9628CD&bg=F0ECEC&tb=1&s=63 [/img] [b][center]Word Count: 1026 Level: Lv: 6 EXP: (3/60) Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Martira, Old Castle Town [/center][/b] “Nope, I’m kinda of a loose cannon back at my department.” Harry was reminded of Kim while he was speaking to Big Band. Kim was always doing things by the books, and working with Band would probably help balance him out. A sudden feeling of sadness and loss hit him like a train. He wondered again where Kim was and if he would even find Kim. “[color=662d91]You should ask him why he has those metal pipes on his body.[/color]” Suggestion said, pushing Harry to ask the hard questions. “So why do you have those musical pipes on your body?” Harry asked Band while they were still waiting for Morris. He listened intently to the origin of why he had a mechanical body. Harry’s attention turned to Morris as he approached the two. “How do you know it was Heismay? You said it was dark and stormy; you could have seen someone else. But I guess it would be best to check out this Curien Mansion.” He wrote down what Morris said. He used Big Band’s back as something solid to write. The detective smelled his clothes, thinking he would need them washed. The mention of the undead made him quite uneasy. But perhaps because of his dirty look and smell, he could pretend to be one. His head turned to address Band. “Yeah, let’s go, Kim.” Harry said, starting to walk away from the Friendly Arm. Before he goes to Curien Mansion, he will find a bathhouse and someplace to wash his clothes. Or, at the very least, a river or lake and some soap to clean himself. The smelly detective took the bag, thanking Band for the nice gesture. “Thanks. I’ll probably go for a wash before we head out to the mansion.” Harry shook the metallic man’s hand before heading off for a wash. First, he started by asking around for anyone who could let him wash himself and his clothes. At first, he didn’t get much luck, which was frustrating. But luck hit him when he went into a clothing shop/tailor. The shopkeeper was a middle-aged woman with bright red hair who was quite skinny. Harry assumed she was quite a babe when she was younger. “Hello, Miss. Do you also wash clothes, by any chance?” He hoped this place would have something similar to a dry cleaner. The woman used a handkerchief to cover her nose. However, she felt bad because it might hurt Harry’s feelings. “We don’t wash clothes; you can buy some new clothes if needed. Or you could just wash your clothes in the local river.” She looked at him quite perplexed. Harry looked disappointed but decided to look around for anything he could wear. He started looking at the clothes the shop offered, trying to figure out what he could wear. “[color=662d91]You should wear something with the best stats.[/color]” Inland Empire suggested. This comment confused Harry since he didn’t know what he was talking about. “[color=00aeef]You know this isn’t a video game Harry[/color].” Logic chimed in. “[color=662d91]Or is it.[/color]” Shiver added, wanting to make Harry rethink whether this reality was real. Harry looked through the many shelves and drawers of clothes, carefully picking out what he wanted to wear. He looked at the many different styles of clothes but found them not worth buying. However, he did find clothes that he did want to buy. What Harry picked to buy was the following. -A frog-shaped hat. -A dark purple bowtie. -An extremely small mesh t-shirt. -A bright blue kimono with a large red dragon sprawled on the back and front. -A pair of black gloves. -Tight blue pants. -A pair of brown shoes. Taking the collection of clothes to the shopkeeper, setting it down on the table. “[color=fff200]Okay, Harry, it's time to use the expression to get yourself a good deal.[/color]” Savoir Faire spoke up as Harry leaned on the counter. A big smile filled most of his bloated looking face. The pudge smell of vomit, booze, garbage, and tears filled the shopkeeper’s nose. She had to cover her nose so she wouldn’t vomit fully. “So, miss, how much for all of this?” Harry winked, which only made the shopkeeper back away from him. The shopkeeper was looking at the clothes that Harry had picked. She felt he would need to wash them because his hands were dirty. “All together, that will be 110 Zenny.” She smiled, but it was hidden by the handkerchief covering her mouth. “How about we knock the price down to, say 11.” Harry said, thinking he was being relatively smooth when creeping out the shopkeeper. “I can bump down the price for 30 Zenny. But I cannot lower it further.” The shopkeeper said while still covering her mouth and nose. Harry tried to turn on the charm so he could get a discount. “How about 9 instead?” This comment made the shopkeeper think for a moment. "No I can't, if I did then I would be losing a lot of money." She looked at him sadly making Harry quite uncomfortable. He could hear one of the voices speaking to him. "[b]TIME FOR A DISTRACTION!!![/b]" The voice was coming from his ugly looking tie. Although in reality he was saying this out loud. "[color=fff200]Use those sticky fingers of yours to get those duds, your not made out of money. Besides she looks rich.[/color]" Interfacing said to which Harry blurted something out. "Oh look it's the ghost of your great great grandmother." He pointed behind her. She looked behind her and in a instant he grabbed the clothes and ran out of the shop. The shopkeeper yelling at Harry chasing him with a broom. Luckily for him, the adrenaline kicked in, giving him a good headstart. He had gotten the clothes, now he would need soap to wash his clothes. Acquiring soap was not an issue; he had [s]stolen[/s] bought from the general store. Harry felt good about himself while he was washing his clothes and himself. Not caring that he was getting strange looks from people passing by. They didn’t want to engage with the smelly man in his underwear. After washing himself and his clothes, he put on his new clothes while his old ones were drying. After the clothes had finished drying, he put them back in his plastic bag and went off to find Big Band. “Hi, are you ready to go, partner?” Harry had found Band wherever he was. “By the way, do you know where Curien Mansion is?” He asked, and Band was sure to have many questions about Harry’s new outfit.