Vicious/Meia: Face off!

[Carthrat]

Vicious looks around the shop for some fishing wire, having a passing look at any particularly futuristic looking items.

[Bean Bandit]

Vicious looks around, but strangely, he doesn't find much that looks particularly futuristic. Most looks like random junk, only comparitively new, rather than refugees from a far off time.

Though, the items tend to be the larger things, so he's unable to see fishing line lying about.

[Carthrat]

Vicious heads over to the shop caretaker. "Got any fishing line?"

[Bean Bandit]

The old man with disturbingly grey skin, and yellowed eyes around crystal blue irises looked up at Vicious. "I might. You wouldn't happen to be one o' them young fella who bolts without payin' when they gets what they wants?"

[Carthrat]

"That depends. You take card?" replies Vicious, pondering the irony if the man dosn't.

[Bean Bandit]

"Not if you got a card from the Fifth International Bank of Yemen." the old man replied crustily. "But if you got a nice, regular card, I can accomodate'cha."

So saying he jerks a thumb up at the 'Visa' sign behind him.

[Carthrat]

Vicious produces his wallet and gets an appropriate credit card out of it.

Shit, if this this has a PIN, I'm fucked.

[Bean Bandit]

Fortunately, Vicious' card has no identification marks necessary, as he's very rarely robbed. Perhaps the weapons, and the 'I will eat your liver' look he customarily wears has something to do with that.

At any rate, the old man accepted the card, eyed it, and nodded. "Anything else?"

[Carthrat]

Vicious thinks for a moment.

"A suitcase, preferably one with working locks," he says. "And a lighter."

Never know when you'll need a fire. Yeah.

[Bean Bandit]

"Butane, or disposable?" The old man asked as he slapped a rather beat up looking suitcase on the counter.

[Carthrat]

"Disposable," replie Vicious.

[Bean Bandit]

The old man tossed a cheap looking plastic lighter on the case. "No charge for that..." he muttered, rooting around under the counter.

[Carthrat]

Vicious nods, idly keeping an eye on the door of the place..

[Bean Bandit]

Finally, the old man tosses a battered looking spool on the counter.

"Hunner'd Woolongs." he tells Vicious  shortly.

OOC: Yeah, I know...Finally. >_>

[Carthrat]

Vicious nods. "Right."

That's.. what, a dollar? How much would a woolong work out to be..