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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.
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.
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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?"
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"The life of myself and the lives of those close to me, those are what matters. If I learn of something that's threatening one of those or did in the past? Then that life will matter to me too. Specifically extinguishing it.
It's as simple as that."
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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?"
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"Whatever hunt you need all of these items for, you should be cautious. Things have been tense lately."
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"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.
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Could mean that they're scattered. That's the best case scenario." He makes no comment on the bills save for holding them up and checking for watermarks, ensuring they're legitimate before he's willing to continue processing the order.
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The notes were valid. She made no comment at his checking their authenticity. It was all business.
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"They've called for reinforcements to both entrench their hold on their territory and perhaps also to expand their reach in response to the recent claim. It'll have them on guard and nearly impossible to attack."
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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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A pause. "That and more weapons to defend yourself. I'll begin delivering them to Hillingdon House upon request so let me know if your arsenal ever needs bolstering." Gotta' get that lackluster business plug in somewhere.
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With that, she turned to go, having what she'd come for and more.