Conch Shell VII

"You Are Your Avatar"

Jane let out a faint sigh of relief, finally back into familiar territory, and actually smiled. "A-ffirmative. Double-barreled or single?"

"You Are Your Avatar"

@The Harbinger of Ferocity @ArenaSnow
"Well tha--"

Jane's breath caught in his throat. He instinctively leapt into a battle stance at the sound of the robot's booming voice, only to slowly look up to him. "No. No, my supplier carries infantry weapons. I don't have a damn particle cannon. If you want an energy weapon that damn badly, why don't you talk to those assholes over at Vishkar?"

@JBRam2002
Jane eventually managed to slow down a bit, then stopped, let out a short huff, and turned back to Jenneva. "Anyway... first of all, I'm happily married. Secondly... I..." He let out a ragged sigh and rubbed his brow. "I-I did not bring the stuff with me. It gets 'ported in. I'll tell you this: We have got smallarms ranging from pistols to SMGs, we have got medium-strength weapons ranging from shotguns to sniper rifles, and as for heavy weapons, we have got flamethrowers, grenade launchers, RPGS, and a machine gun that's..." He hesitated here, examining Jenneva for a moment. "...probably bigger than you are."

@BrokenPromise
He then cleared his throat and turned back to Junko. "As for you... First of all, I coulda told you that. The hats are novelties. I... should have made that clearer." He glanced aside for a moment, then continued. "As for the second thing, my supplier carries a lot of weapons, but the one thing he does not carry is a P90. My supplier does not carry any rapid-fire assault rifles because, to quote him, "they're boring." But the rest of that--" He held the radio up to his mouth again. "--an aluminum baseball bat and a baseball cap? THAT I can do."

And sure enough, an instant later, the requested items materialized next to her.

"You Are Your Avatar"

@Lady Selune
Jane leapt back, waving the radio randomly, then let out a heavy sigh. "I-- Yeah. You know what, why don't I just order a crate of these."

@The Harbinger of Ferocity
He fiddled with the antenna for a moment, then glanced over to the Harbinger and let out a strange descending grunt. "Look, it's nothing, okay? The hats do nothing. I did not think it would be this important," he added, waving at the giant robot briefly and beginning to raise his voice. "I thought you were going to war. Does NOBODY here want a gun? I have lots of guns!"

That said, he began to murmur into the radio for a moment, and an instant later, a wooden crate popped into existence next to him in a red flash of light, hit the ground and immediately split open, spilling red and blue tea hats everywhere.

"You Are Your Avatar"

Point of order: The man in red didn't actually have anything on his person to sell. He did have a radio, but he wasn't visibly carrying any hats or swords.

The man in red sighed softly, then nodded. "Okay... alright, fair enough. I'll place the order." He adjusted a dial on his radio and spoke softly into it, cupping his hand around the receiver. He just sort of murmured into it for a few moments, then lowered it again and gave Jenneva another quick nod. He coughed softly, a deep, throaty cough, and then sighed. "I'm Jane, by the way," he added. "Jane Doe."

A moment later, there was a flash of light, and a lovely red tea hat with a yellow ribbon and flower arrangement on it simply materialized in the air next to Jane. He reached out to catch it, but he missed and it fell swiftly to the ground. "Oh son of a--" His words caught in his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, balled his free hand into a fist and growled in frustration, punching the air.

"You Are Your Avatar"

The man in red leaned back slightly, watching the fashionista with wide, shaken eyes. "Uh... sorry, I... hold on," the man said, adjusting a knob on the radio slightly. "I j... I'm sorry. I didn't realize you felt so strong about it. I'm not so big into fashion these days. I used to be, but... I kind of fell out of it. Long story." He furrowed his brow for a moment, scratching his head with the radio's antenna. "Uh... these hats tended to be designed for practicality, so I don't know if we have anything that'd pair well with a dress. I mean, people didn't usually wear dresses into firefights. But I remember they used to sell a nice... tea hat? Had a little bow and a flower on it? That might go well with a dress. That comes in red, or... blue. Other colors are extra, but... actually, you know what, never mind. I'll put it on my account." He cleared his throat and coughed again before continuing. "Also, do you want a weapon? Because I know a lot about the weapons. You seem like the kind of lady who could handle a katana. Kids these days are into katanas, right...?" The man trailed off at this point, grumbling softly to himself.

The Elemental King: All Hope Lost!

@The One Excellent. I look forward to learning what that means. :P

The Elemental King: All Hope Lost!

Yeah, this looks pretty interesting, actually. Mark me down for Light.

Ruin A Famous Movie Line With One Word

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a shit."
-Rhett Butler

[BRØKEN GEAR] Steampunk RP

I might be interested in this.

"You Are Your Avatar"

The man in red blinked once, staring over at the talking cat. "R-Really?" After a brief moment, an eager smile came to the man's face. "Th-That's great! I'll get you set up!"

Without further ado, he reached behind him, opened a small pouch around his waist and pulled out a primitive-looking, bulky Vietnam-era combat radio. "Uh, weapons. Weapons, then. We've got lots of weapons. Let me know what you guys want, and I'll call in a supply drop. You want guns? We've got lots of guns. All kinds'a guns. Although, uh..." The man in red hesitated, then briefly glanced around at the assembled crowd. "...Lookin' at you people, I think some of you might be more into swords... daggers..." He cleared his throat softly and glanced up at the giant robot. "...warhammers, maybe..." He fell silent for a moment, then cleared his throat again. "Uh-- Th-That's fine, though. We've got those too. Near any kind of sword you could want. Just let me know."

"O-Oh, and hats," the man added, almost as an afterthought. "I almost forgot, we've got lots of hats, too. They're basically worthless now, but y'know, just... in case you want 'em..."