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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/29/2017 6:08:54 AM
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[i]It smelled a bit like warm caramel and toasted vanilla, like a tasty dessert presented to him. Even deeper still, spiced chocolate dry-down and a barest hint of cherry, even just an accent of leather. It was an interesting smell, and one befitting of bourbon. Nice.[/i]
"Magically stylish," [i]She jested with a light laugh, finally pausing her rummaging through all that she had hidden.[/i]
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"Hell yeah it is. And it could probably store my entire shipment in it as well. Damn that would be amazing. And quite the joke with authorities." He grinned again, downing some of the drink, then put the cap back on.
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[i]It tasted nice and rich, a bit like how it smelled -- overall just good. Either way, the shipment Cody mentioned definitely got Helena's attention, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.[/i] "Ha! Yea, yea, I can imagine... What's your shipment made of, though? What kinda things d'ya like?"
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"Closed deal, delivered to the buyer and only that buyer. I may be a low life, but I'm good at what I do."
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"I don't want ya t'deliver anythin' of your shipment t'me," [i]She retorted with a slight shrug of her shoulders,[/i] "I just wanna know what y're sellin'."
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"That I can't say, I don't expose the contents or anything in contracts."
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"How d'ya get new buyers, then? Seems like a bad business strat t'me."
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"What, keeping my contract info confidential? I put my name out there, get a deal, but don't discuss the details with anyone but the buyer."
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"A-ha, a-ha... 'n how does one b'come a buyer?" [i]Hel seemed to be pushing it for a reason, clearly intent on... becoming a buyer. Maybe she just wanted more merchandise.[/i]
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"The stuff I'm delivering, sweetheart, isn't up for grabs. Someone already bought it, paid me to get it to its destination. I'm not a trader, I'm a smuggler."
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[i]And basically, she was just rеtаrded. A silent "oh" came from the other side of the helmet, Helena's left hand semi-awkwardly tapping the back of her helm, fingertips drumming on the metal.[/i] "Ah, like that, then..."
