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Uchiha Sasuke ([personal profile] eyeforaneye) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-05-26 05:27 pm

Harvey's Hardware, for all your pipe bomb needs [OPEN]

Harvey's Hardware seems like a perfectly innocuous establishment in the southwest corner of Ealing. Old, not terribly well taken care of, but stocked to the brim with a huge assortment of tools and supplies of varying quality (and age). When was the last time anyone came to inspect this place?

Regardless, upon stepping inside you'll find no one named Harvey on the property at all. Instead there's a surly young man behind the counter, someone who looks both tired and wholly too alert at the same time, armed with a thermos of coffee, a stack of manuals on fixing god knows what, and a book of Gaelic poetry.

[A]

Maybe you're just perusing the shelves, minding your own business, when you hear a voice from the till: "Loitering's prohibited. There's a sign outside that says so. If you need something specific, ask." Rude tactic but you'd be amazed at how much product Sasuke can move out of this place by being pushy.

[B]

Maybe instead you were lured in by the sign in the window that advertises a 'buy one get one free' deal on all items of equivalent value in the store. Maybe you even went so far as to ask about the promotion. The answer?

"That sign is from 2009. The guy that worked here before me glued it on instead of affixing it normally. The boss found out last year when he tried to remove it, and that's why he isn't here anymore." All that to say... "That deal's invalid. No discounts."

[C]

Or maybe you're just here to ask for recommendations or buy some hardware. Up to you! Feel free to message me if you have something specific in mind that you want set up.
whatmatters: (disconcerted)

[personal profile] whatmatters 2015-06-18 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Ringer eyes the box with vague wariness, wondering what might have been inside it to justify the labeling and his wish to be parted with it. Her mind wanders to internal organs of some kind, or a furry thing, before she dismisses the thoughts. It's not some medieval witch's lair. Hopefully it was simply something delicate which he'd rather not think about. "Thanks."

She begins grabbing her things to move from the box to the counter without really thinking about it. Aside from the brief digression, she's thinking on his words and whether she's truly depriving herself of allies. The answer is yes and she knows it, but she's fairly confident that the acquaintances she's depriving herself of are not the sort she really wants to know anyway.

"You're part of the Clan." Which, although not a particularly cohesive group, may state his allegiances or prevent him from gaining certain allies in its own right. Without judgment, she adds, "Are you more concerned with your own death or the demise of a certain group?"
whatmatters: (chess)

[personal profile] whatmatters 2015-06-21 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
Ringer shows no particular change in expression or manner as she thinks on his words. Her 'certain group' is humanity and in preventing their demise. In that sense, anyone who kills them becomes the certain group whose demise she seeks. They're alike in that, though the party whom Sasuke's concern extends towards is considerably smaller. She won't fault him for that. At least he's willing to protect his people.

She finished moving her items to the box and looked up at him before finally replying, sounding none too bothered by his answer. "I'll remember that."

With their transaction mostly completed, Ringer reached into her pocket and fished out her wallet. She glanced at how much she had in notes. "Do you take cards?"
whatmatters: (that's troubling)

[personal profile] whatmatters 2015-06-30 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh. I'll pay cash." Although paying with card meant the chance of being known regardless, the idea of manual entry was a little too much attention paid to her real name and other such details. Particularly if he needed her address. Instead, Ringer slid a couple large notes out and set them on the counter for him. Carrying around 50 and 100 pound notes always made her feel pretentious in a way she wanted to distance from.

"Tense?" This was something she could use. Information. Ringer had been trained up physically from an incredibly skilled hunter. She had a natural talent for shooting and had been playing chess and other such strategy games from a young age. She had the skills and was gaining the resources over time. It was information that the girl still needed most.
whatmatters: (this isn't the first time)

[personal profile] whatmatters 2015-07-04 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Good to know. What's the worst case scenario?" Ringer could imagine all kinds of worst cases for the nest of vampires. Unfortunately, it was difficult to know what was practical or realistic where those things were concerned. Besides, if the vampires could help decrease the number of fae in the area, that would be a benefit of their expansion that she was willing to overlook. Even though they were natural predators to humanity. It was a complicated relationship.

The notes were valid. She made no comment at his checking their authenticity. It was all business.
whatmatters: (this sucks you know that right)

[personal profile] whatmatters 2015-07-06 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"What about the Night Council?" It was both related and not. Ringer knew the Council liked to control what they could. If Islington was trying to make a move, they likely had the Council's support or blessing, which could mean even more trouble. Although she felt no more fondness for werewolves than any other creature, she worried that they might be driven out completely. The enemy of her enemy and all. The werewolves were the closest thing she had to a natural ally at present.

Ringer accepted her change and pocketed the money. She slid the box to the counter's edge, waiting to conclude their conversation before she left entirely.
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[personal profile] whatmatters 2015-07-09 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks." The information was better than nothing, even if not quite what she'd hoped. Ringer gave a nod of acknowledgement, her version of a smile of gratitude, and collected the box into her arms. The ability to have supplies delivered might be helpful too. If nothing else, she had made an acquaintance and possible future ally. "I'll let you know when I need more."

With that, she turned to go, having what she'd come for and more.