Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24416658-20160617071659/@comment-24416658-20160918073542

"Actually," Sally said, moving to the back of the store after getting Sabah's caps, "Got 6 of 'em back here. Normally Mikkel would have them, but I kept these for fun. 150 caps for all of them, sugar." Eyeing over Darian's items, Sally immediately pushed away most of them, save for the pistols, sniper rifle, and Bowie Knife.

"You'll want to take those things over to Mikkel, hon," she said, aiming down the sights of the weapons she had selected and checking them over, "I only take ballistics, no use for any of those fancy schmancy energy weapons. But this..." Sally grabs the Bowie Knife, looking it over with a look of admiration.

"This is a beautiful piece," she whispered, "Love the inscription....where'd you get this? Not a lot of beauties like this in the Wasteland." Opening her register, she pulled out a bag, and filled it with caps.

"3500 caps total," she said, "Here you go." She pushed the bag over to Darian.

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"Hold on!" a voice called out to Sabah. A man wearing the same outfit as Silo's guards, that being a fortified suit of football armor, complete with the helmet, and umpire pants, ran up to her, another guard right behind him. They both sported Brush guns, and the one behind was aiming it at Sabah.

"Firing weapons near town hearing limits," he grunted, rifle at resting position, "Is a finable felony. Come on, that's 500 caps, pay up." He held out his hand, his face barely distinguishable behind the football helmet.

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"Alice!" Ironsides called, seeing her walk over alongside Jericho, "I'm just getting Ruby back on. Got some power cells from that Mikkel guy, he's....well he's strange." With a button press, the former Raider stepped back, as the Robobrain booted back up, its tube arms coming back up as it scanned the surrounding area.

"Systems online," she said, "Hello, Ironsides. Hello, Alice. Hello, stranger. I am Ruby." Ironsides patted Ruby on the chassis, then bent down as the dog they had rescued came up to him, hoping for an ear scratch.

"We gotta get you a name, old girl," he muttered, "Oh, if you're looking for Alexander, he and Penelope went into the bar. I think I'll be joining them soon. It's mid-afternoon, after all."