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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/18/2017 11:19:40 PM
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"Various things. Drugs, drinks that could increase various stats of yours and temporarily increase your power, weapons, various artifacts and goods, almost anything legal and illegal you could imagine could be here." The VI told Cravis.
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"How do I know which universe each is from?"
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"They are combined in various universe, with only specific technology belonging in separate shops; just ask a vendor and he'll lead you in the right direction; or ask me." The VI told him.
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"Ok." He went up to the vendor selling death sticks and asked him for the box they came in.
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"Glad you asked; they come in L, XL, 2XL, 3XL, and Deadly. Trust me, unless you've had a lot of Death Sticks, you'd probably die!" The turian at the drug stand told him, almost in an...enthusiastic way. "What can I get ya?"
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"No, I don't want the sticks in them- just the boxes"
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...”Ok. We’re getting some fresh new supplies tomorrow, so...I guess you could have some boxes.” The Turian told him, going into the back to grab some boxes.
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"Thanks. How much?"
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 10/21/2017 4:03:13 PM"Um...42,000 credits?" The turian had told him, still confused as to why Cravis needed all his boxes.
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"Wait- how much for three boxes?"
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"...depends on the size, really." He says, shrugging in response.
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"The smallest".
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“Like, 500 credits.” Was all the Turian had told him, grabbing three boxes. “Any specific way you need the boxes to be?”
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“Like, 500 credits.” Was all the Turian had told him, grabbing three boxes. “Any specific way you need the boxes to be?”
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The man handed over the money. "Only that they are the originals used to transport the sticks."
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“Of course.” The Turian told him, giving the boxes to Cravis. “There you go; anything else?” He asks.
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"Do you know where any RSP- any guardian universe stuff is?"
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“You mean Last City Guardian-type thing? Creepy people were here earlier claiming to be part of some ‘Dead Orbit’ somewhere around here.” The turian told him.
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Oh, those guys, the idiot-ceptionists, I'll go there. The man walked over to dead orbit.
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“The End is nigh! Love our brothers whilst you still can; escape from your homes; everything will be touched by the darkness!” The Dead Orbit Representative yelled, a few people in Dead Orbit hoods joining him...although one facepalmed at all of it.
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The man sighed. "Hey, can I buy some boxes?"
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"Of course my brother. How much shall you need?" The representative asked.
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"Three of the smallest boxes you have."
