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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/16/2016 1:31:19 PM
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They don't. I do.
[i]A different voice came from behind him, that of the Courier. Alex Wilson approached, walking towards his Vertibird, standing in a full suit of X-01 MKVI Advanced Tesla Power Armor. His M134D sat atop his left shoulder, the skull of an alpha deathclaw atop his right. A large knife was situated in a leg holster on the inside of his left leg, and two large revolvers sat at his hips. Two belts of 7.62x51mm NATO ammo crossed his chest, and on his back, beneath his Old World Flag cloak, an M240B, an M1 rifle, and a machete. On the rear of his waist, a sawback Bowie, and an M1911 in a shoulder holster. The helmet he wore was still spattered with blood, and the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix graced his chest-plate.[/i]
And no, I ain't too busy to sell you gear.
[i]Wolfe and Clarkson looked at Wilson rather interestedly, but then immediately returned to their own conversation.[/i]
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[i]Jackson grunted, standing straight.[/i] "[b]Before we begin a transaction, I would like to know how you would expect to be paid. As I'm told, there are multiple forms of currency. I would rather know what I have to gather than order the armor, have it constructed, and be unable to reimburse your services.[/b]"
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Look dude, I take pretty much anything. As long as I can resale it, you're all good. [i]He said, shrugging.[/i]
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Edited by Sanctus Caesar: 11/17/2016 11:26:32 AM"[b]Alright. How about I tell you what kind of armor I desire, and then you tell me what you would like in recompense. Wait, I forgot, before we begin there are a few things that are unavailable for trade. These are: my tomahawk, my Bowie knife, my saber, my flintlock, my cane, and my satchel. Anything I take out of the satchel is up for grabs.[/b]"
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Aight.... fair game. What do you need? [i]He asked, crossing his arms, the armor shifting as he did.[/i]
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[spoiler]https://goo.gl/images/zSDI3n[/spoiler] [i]Jackson grinned. Business, next to war, was his favorite activity. As long as there were no major banks involved.[/i] "[b]I would like a carbon fiber version of the clothes I am wearing now, but with a fifth of an inch of Graphene layer throughout. I would like it larger than the size I am currently sporting, because under I would like some light body armor, consisting mainly of shock absorbent gel, but with a thin layer of ceramic plate beneath. For the lasers. Also, do you happen to sell personalized force-fields?[/b]"
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You give me a couple a days and I got you. Takes time to gather all that up. [i]He said, clearly willing to go and get the gear.[/i]
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[spoiler]Alright, I'll try to collect Monday or Sunday.[/spoiler] [i]Jackson nods his approval, his respect for the man evident. He leans back onto his cane, before asking,[/i] "[b]Would you rather have payment now, or later? What kind of payment do you want, and how do you want it delivered?[/b]"
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In person. I give you the gear, you pay me. Simple. [i]He replied.[/i]
