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Comments

[aheavysmoker.livejournal.com]

Hmn...

[Walking around slowly, a cigarette between her lips as usual]

...At it again, I see.

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

Always. It's a living.

[aheavysmoker.livejournal.com]

And business is good, yes?

[Looking around, she spots a rather beautifully made gun. Nothing she'd use, but still very nice. Nastasha admires it for a moment before turning back to Drebin]

...You wouldn't happen to have anything for back pain, would you?

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

Can't complain, so I guess business isn't terrible.

[grin. Especially in noticing Natasha's admiration of fine weaponry!]

Arsenal Pads. Best stuff on the market and they don't interfere with your 'nanos.

[Flourishing his embossed napkin in a rather fast wave, he "drew the curtain back", revealing a 5 pack of the aforementioned goods.]

...on the house.

[aheavysmoker.livejournal.com]

I don't have any nanomachines in me.

....

[Nastasha watches Drebin for a moment, looking him over with a slight frown. She then steps forward with her eyes still on his face, not yet taking the pads. The weapons analyst has had to do business with many shady individuals and black-market weapons dealers in the past, but something about Drebin is... unsettling.]

I'll be honest.
I'm having a bit of trouble figuring you out, Mr. "893".

[lucky-concept.livejournal.com]

Do you know how to get permanent marker stains off of a rail gun?

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

Not sure why it'd be there in the first place... but I think I can help.

[lucky-concept.livejournal.com]

[She lifts her massive weapon, scowling]

One of the Big Bosses put THAT on it.

[Scribbled in large, bold lettering is: "Property of Outer Heaven"]

Bastard...

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

[Turns, taking a sip of NARC™ cola with a soft burp excused away before responding further.]
("I swear I gotta kick this stuff to the curb. It's becoming an addiction.")
Big Boss, hn?
What in the hell did you do to set him off like that?

[pauses a moment, in thought.]

...You hid on his right, sightless side, didn't you?

[lucky-concept.livejournal.com]

[Quirks a brow as she watches him down the soda.]

What...? [Sighs] No.

One of the newer Big Bosses wanted us to know that we were all his property. I made it clear that I was not, and he quickly wrote this on my rail gun while I was busy explaining to him why I would rather not go around wearing a sticker of a winged skull with four eyes and a nazi symbol on it.

...And that's the oh-so-hilarious story. [She goes to hand Drebin her weapon] Am I supposed to pay you in cash or...?

335.58

[bringsuffering.livejournal.com]

You say you have useful items? What kind?

Re: 335.58

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

[grimaces]

...I have plenty of balaclavas.

[bringsuffering.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't be so squeamish. Its only a few hornet stings.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Anything other than clothing? Weapons, healing items, giant nuclear robots?

[He's clearly teasing on that last one.]

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

[A blink.]

I couldn't call myself a "Drebin" if I didn't have those. However, the "giant nuclear robot" is more of an action figure than anything else.

[thumbs over toward the Beauty and the Beast Unit limited edition action figures.]

[bringsuffering.livejournal.com]

Hm, interesting.

[He stalks the shelves, fascinated.]

I can't say that I recognize all of these. From after 1964? And who are "Drebins"?

[He picks up a Laughing Beauty, idly curious.]

[soda-soldier.livejournal.com]

[Is that like soda?]

What does Regain taste like?

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

It's an energy drink - can't give it in good graces to a minor. But here...

[tosses the child a can of NARC™ cola.]

Enjoy.

[soda-soldier.livejournal.com]

[He catches it]

Ah, thanks mister!

[alphasniperwolf.livejournal.com]

Interesting.

In that case, would you happen to have an antidote for the poison of a Brazilian Wandering Spider?

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

Sure. It's called staying the hell away from them.

[smirk.]

But in all seriousness, I only carry basic first aid items here. None of that Subsistence-line "miracle" drugs. Ask that Para-Medic wandering around here for help and quick.

[alphasniperwolf.livejournal.com]

[smirks back] Easier said than done.

[Especially when the individual with the poison darts was usually the one to egg on the battle. >|]

Do not worry. I do not require help now. I have just had trouble with a certain person who uses the poison on darts before.

[shrug] Best of luck to your business though.

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

Hnnn.

I could use a few of these.

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

Of course you could.

[Already had a paper bagged 4-pack readied, knowing his favorite customer would arrive eventually.]

Don't take more than 2 or 3 of these a day though. You look "accelerated" enough as is.

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

...

Drebin- [Said in his usual warning tone.]

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

[grins.]

Don't sweat it, 'Snake. The drink's nothing more than "bottled pep". Just use it when you're starting to lull.

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

-Yeah, yeah.

I know how to use these.

Thanks.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Those kinds of things are awful for your body! They don't help at all!

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

Of course they're bad for my body. I drink too much cola.

[thumbs back to the vending machine in the 'carrier.]

As for anyone else, well... like anything else, it just needs to be taken in moderation.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Still, that stuff ruins people's metabolism, makes them prone to heart attacks... energy drinks like that shouldn't even be on the market.

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

Neither should body altering serums... but hey, c'est la vie?

[leans back in his lawn chair.]

And besides, the bottle mentions warnings against overuse. You should give it a try before you write it off, Sam-I-Am (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_Eggs_and_Ham).

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Sam-I-Am?

[She frowns a little then sighs.]

I guess it wouldn't hurt to try...

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

That's the spirit.

[#893 reached over to ice bucket on his left, pulling a "sample bottle" of REGAIN™.]

Nice and chilled.

[Hands it over.]

Enjoy.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She looks at him and then takes the bottle. She twists open the top and smells it first, thinking that it doesn't smell too bad, she takes a small sip. Enough to have a taste of it.]

Well, I guess it tastes alright... Not my choice for a picker-uper though.

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs, sitting back comfortably into the chair.]

Well, you did buy that GA-KO clock ages ago. That thing'll wake the dead on high volume setting.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Hm? [She tilts her head.]

Oh, that wasn't me, that must have been the other me... but... you have GA-KO clocks?

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

It's one of the surprisingly better selling items.

[Retreating away for a moment to the armored carrier; #893 returned with one pristine condition GA-KO clock, in box.]

You'd think with so many sold, more people would be prompt around here.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She looks at the box for a moment then back up at him with a smile.]

Oh, I would love to buy it! I don't have anything to pay you with though.

[whyishesoblond.livejournal.com]

Listen - uh, Drebin. I need a gun, but I can't pay you. Is there anything I can offer you instead?

[drebin893.livejournal.com]

Sure. You could use that gun and take care of someone for me.

[...said flatly.]

[whyishesoblond.livejournal.com]

...I don't know.

Who do you want taken care of?