Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 14, 2011 18:42:01 GMT -5
Month 1, Week 1, Day 7. Open now.
"Hey, Swindle!" Duskwing barged into the set of storerooms in which Swindle sometimes set up shop. He scarcely waited for the doors to slide open, but shoved them back, grinding their gears backwards with an unpleasant grating sound.
He carried a wrapped bundle under his arm; new paint gleamed over half his body, and the rest of him had been polished up to match.
"Swindle, I got some loots to sell!"
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Mar 14, 2011 20:56:48 GMT -5
"Duskwing, my friend!" Swindle greets, turning to face the Seeker. He'd been putting the finishing touches on a sign reading 'Select Ammo Half Price'. (The select ammo being the stuff that he no longer has the matching weapons for.)
"I see you're all repaired and shiny. What've you got for me?" he asks, opening his drawer and pulling out a rolled up metallic cloth. He shakes it out and it snaps into a table, which he places on the floor. "Memory-cloth card table! Great for impromptu games of Find the Lady. Just lay your stuff on the table, and we can get to appraising."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 15, 2011 12:06:22 GMT -5
"Huh. Neat table." Duskwing stops to admire Swindle's Insta-Table (TM) for a few moments. "You oughta sell dat to Mindwipe for his tea parties, so he can have 'em when he's in the field, see?"
He lays the wrapped bundle on the table; it clanks heavily as he does so. "I got some pointy things, and some speciality tools, and Springer's rifle. Kinda not sure if I wanna keep dat as a wall trophy or not; depends on the price you give me. It's got a lotta whaddaya call it... 'sentimetal value', seein' as I took it off the slagger when he blew a hole clean through my head!"
"Same wit' the pointy things; dey look really cool, but I didn't really frag the owner, so not quite so much senti-value, see? An' I got two, so I can sell you one and keep one for my room," Duskwing says, pulling out one of Dinobot's whirling metal swords. At Duskwing's scale, it's more like a poniard than a sword. "So whaddaya think?"
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Post by Swindle on Mar 15, 2011 20:44:35 GMT -5
It's a good thing Duskwing brought Swindle the weapons along with the specialty tools, or Swindle might have interpreted this as some sort of advance and things would have gotten awkward.
"Well, I can give you a good price for the rifle and the swords, but, ehm, you can keep the other stuff. It's a bit outside my field. They might be worth something to a collector, I don't know."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 16, 2011 18:13:37 GMT -5
Duskwing's optics narrow slightly. "Hey! Do I look dumb to youse? You forget I work for you and see you do dis number up close?"
The dark blue and purple Seeker pulls out the largest of the "speciality tools", a long knobby thing with a variety of plugs and ports. "Dis is solid made stuff, nice metal, and look at dem plugs. Plated wit' the good stuff, and you know it's loaded wit' circuits. Youse ain't gonna convince me to take a cheap price by pretendin' you don't want it. I knows my loot, and I knows youse can sell anything to anyone."
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Post by Swindle on Mar 16, 2011 19:53:37 GMT -5
Swindle's eyes go even wider than usual. Duskwing honestly has no idea. Granted, you could fill several high-density datadiscs with the things Duskwing doesn't know, but he figured the Seeker had slummed enough to recognize . . . objects of this nature.
"I probably could sell them, yes. But I've got a professional reputation to maintain. Duskwing . . ." The arms dealer leans toward the Seeker and whispers behind his hand. We, the viewers, can only catch occasional snippets such as "and then," "but only," and other such words. Much is left to our imaginations before Swindle stands up straight again.
"You might want to wash your hands. And whatever compartment you were carrying those in."
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 17, 2011 14:25:23 GMT -5
Duskwing stares blankly at Swindle for a long time, then a look of comprehension finally dawns on his face.
"Oh, I get it! You're not from Vos!" The big Seeker steps back half a step. "Yeah, you look like youse from Tarn or Iacon or somethin'. One a dem places were people get all de--de-- uh, weird-pretendy 'bout stuff everyone does. Act like it don't happen and don't exist. Slag, you think we didn't have brothels in Vos? Used to bounce for one sometimes, before everything brewed up, back when Screamer was Emirate."
He frowns, almost pouting. "So you won't buy my loot? Never woulda pegged you for one a dem squeamish Tarnies. Youse really tellin' me dat Swindle can't find a market for good hardware like dis?"
---- OOC: Open to available Con that wants to wander in...
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Post by Swindle on Mar 17, 2011 17:27:31 GMT -5
Swindle briefly tries to picture Starscream doing Emirate Xaaron's job. It's an interesting thought, at least. He has to reevaluate his perception of the Seeker though. Duskwing knows exactly what he's just dropped onto the table.
"Duskwing, I'm not even from the same universe as you, remember? And like I said, it's not that I couldn't find a buyer, I just don't really want to." Swindle does the robot equivalent of harvesting organs and reselling them. He's not squeamish. He's just not in the business of selling certain items. "I suppose I could strip them for parts," he muses.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 18, 2011 10:04:34 GMT -5
Duskwing shifts his stance slight. "Now we're gettin' somewhere! You're 'bout to lowball me, aren't you? First you say you don't deal in dis stuff, den you say mebbe I can strip 'em for parts--Frag Primus on a stick, Swindle, can you skip dis part of the routine and get to the good part? I seen you do this at the store enough times! I ain't a clever science guy like the boss or Screamer, but I ain't dat dumb!"
Duskwing also suffers from Dunning-Kruger effect, let it be noted.
He pulls out a rather different "tool", one that's all squat and bulbous but with entirely too many ports--probably for group use and slaps it down on the table. "'Sides, I figure you can weaponize 'em."
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Mar 19, 2011 10:55:14 GMT -5
Swindle gives Duskwing his winningest smile. "I know I'm so good at this that you can't tell the difference, but I'm not trying to scam you this time. This stuff is actually pretty far outside what I normally sell. Granted, I do have those hentai DVDs I picked up, but I can't shift those either."
The arms dealer gingerly picks up an object and examines it critically. "I could weaponize them easily enough, yes. It's not really a question of practicality though, so much as a question of taste. Then again, if I don't do it, someone else will, and I'll lose my chance to get in on the ground floor of a new market," he says, thinking out loud.
"Anyway, I'll give you 1000 energon credits for the rifle, and 250 each for the swords."
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Mar 20, 2011 20:30:44 GMT -5
Jetstorm is quite happily planning on visiting Swindle to see what he has to sell. There's nothing more delightful than getting fine tuning to weaponry. He goes on into the room.
"Hello Swi..."
He stops saying much of anything as he stares at what's laid out on the table. Jetstorm puts a finger to his chin as he stares, pondering something. He looks up at Swindle, then at Duskwing.
"I didn't know you were ah... Selling those. Now," he looks at Swindle. He looks back and forth between the dealer and the goods, then just turns and has to leave. Laughter can be heard from down the hall as he leaves.
ooc: in and out for shenannigans
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 21, 2011 10:52:30 GMT -5
"He ain't sellin' 'em 'til I get a fair price for 'em!" Duskwing snaps at Jetstorm's departing back. "Sheesh, the noive of some people!"
"See dere? If you don't buy them, and someone else does, who gets the profit? And when did you get taste? Dat's something fer occifiers and.. " Duskwing shudders, "artists. I mean, we even got Needlenose, who's both. Bet he'd snap these up!"
"Dat ain't too bad for the rifle, but I'm only sellin' one of the swords. I'll take 250 for the one," Duskwing replies. "Slag and dross, they ain't just slabs of sharp metal!"
Duskwing holds up one of the oversized poniards and triggers it, causing the sharp curved shapes comprising the blade to whirl menacingly. "Nice carving knife for dem pesky techno-organicals, see?"
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Post by Swindle on Mar 21, 2011 22:07:49 GMT -5
Swindle starts as Jetstorm floats into the room, then smiles sheepishly. "I'm buying, not selling." He stares wistfully at the Vehicon as he floats back out. He left without buying anything!
"Duskwing, just because I've indirectly caused the downfall of countless civilizations doesn't mean I can't be a mechanism of taste and culture," the arms dealer chides, adjusting his bolo tie in a dignified sort of way. "Needlenose probably would, yes," he says, grinning widely.
"I'll take the whole lot, then," he concedes, finally. "I'll have to find my price guide, though." Which is why he's currently opening the drawer in his chest and fishing around. He can't remember where he left the price guide for Implements of That Nature. It's been a while since he needed it. It's years out of date and for a different reality than Farlane's stuff, but it should prove a useful starting point nonetheless.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 23, 2011 13:08:00 GMT -5
The thuggish Seeker stares suspiciously at Swindle for a moment. "So long as you don't take up art. Though I s'pose you might maybe be an art dealer wit'out bein' too bad." Duskwing brightens as a thought occurs to him. "I ain't never tried an art heist before!"
Duskwing looks thoughtful for a moment, which means he's frowning sightly and apparently staring at the back wall. "Could price 'em as high-quality special tools, you know, like dem Constructicons use. Plus a bunch more for bein' rare, see?"
"An' don't forget the weapons! We ain't agreed on the price yet!" the dark blue Seeker says. "Don't try and distrack me from that."
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Mar 23, 2011 21:05:14 GMT -5
"An art heist is only profitable if you've already got a buyer. Any piece of art worth stealing tends to get really famous when it goes missing. Makes it hard to fence," the arms dealer says, speaking as one who has had people try to fence him art.
He pulls the price guide from his drawer and flips through it, from time to time glancing up at the array of Items on the table, and one notable occasion turning the book on its side to flip out a centerfold.
"I'll give you another 500 for the tools. I thought we had agreed to 1000 for the rifle and 250 for the sword?" He'd say that they'd agreed to 900 and 240, but he doesn't think Duskwing is quite that dumb.
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