Vicious/Meia: Face off!

[Bean Bandit]

The geek adjusted his glasses, his manner relaxing a little at having Vicious apparently take him seriously.

"Depends." he mused, fixing the taller man with a myopic gaze. "What're you going to use it for? We have some things that might suit, but then, they might not." he added, by way of an explanation.

[Carthrat]

"A tripwire trap," replies Vicious, "which I set off. In the intrests of avoiding something.. messy, I want to be able to place a flashbang behind me, then trip it off with my feet while he's looking at my hands, then deal with him while he's disorientated."

[Bean Bandit]

The geek looked puzzled. "Any strong cord would serve for that." he observed. "Your best bet would be fishing line, not any of the wire we carry here. It's strong enough, and there's less chance of light glinting off it, and catching your mark's attention."

[Carthrat]

"Any reccomendations on where to get it around here?" replies Vicious. "I didn't see any bait shops on my way up."

[Bean Bandit]

"Find and odds and ends shop, like a pawnshop or something." the geek advised. "Even if they don't have fishing line, they, or a hardware store should be able to get you something inconspicious and strong. Stay away from cloth if you can help it. Plastic is your best bet."

[Carthrat]

"Right. I'll be back in a few hours, then," replies Vicious. "Anything I should know about the circumstances here before I leave? I've already been attacked once by walking down the street, and approached by another set of goons.."

[Bean Bandit]

"Not really. The gangs here target people who walk through their territory who look rich." the goon finally spoke up. "Most everyone around here bundles up in cheap coats, so ya probably stood out, sir."

[Carthrat]

"Figures," mutters Vicious. "I'll be seeing you in a few hours, then."

After the customary greetings are done with, he heads on outside to look for a pawn shop..

[Bean Bandit]

Vicious left the building as the bright sky of midday was slowly giving way to the slightly muted tones of midafternoon. Once outside, his inspection reminded him he was currently in the industrial section of town, and the stores were about ten minutes walk in a northerly direction ...

[Carthrat]

Accordingly, Vicious walks north, wairly, looking about for a pawnshop..

[Bean Bandit]

As Vicious walks along the streets, he comes to what looks as though it used to be a classy area of town. the area is done in old fashioned style, in a decorating technique that can best be described as 'Sort of Colonial, or Something.'

As he examined the storefronts, he comes across many ramshackle looking department stores, with displays easily as old as the streets are designed to look.

However, after some searching, Vicious sees two stores. One obviously stocks building supplies, as evidenced bay the vaguely creepy-looking cartoon crane, smiling brightly out into the street, and the other, with a sign, and no display, marked 'PAWNSHOP'

[Rezantis]

"Alrighty.  We," 'she' turned her eyes back to Barnette, "need to talk."

[Carthrat]

Vicious goes towards the Pawnshop, cautiously opening the door, ready for anything.

For heavens sake, Vicious, it's just a pawnshop..

There was something just not right with that sentence, but Vicious couldn't place it.

[Bean Bandit]

"No kidding." Barnette replied tartly. "It's about time you told me what the hell is going on." A thin edge crept into her voice, frustration evident.

"Who the hell was that, for starters?"

[Bean Bandit]

Vicious saw row upon row of dusty shelves,  filled with all sorts of crap. despite the untended look to the store, most of the items visible were in good shape, below the dust.

Way at the back, a counter with an old man sat, looking roughly the same color as the dust...