Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-25344655-20151223012931/@comment-26084195-20151224072335

Her first time seeing a ghoul was a little... rattling. But the town was certainly interesting, and certainly a place where a woman like her could get involved...

Suddenly she came across a vendor selling weapons. A robot vendor. Selling very big weapons.

"Well hello. Everything here is guaranteed to injure, maim, or kill at your discretion. Except me. I only kill when I want to." The vendor said.

"Who... What are you?"

"I'm a woman, baby. Can't you tell?"

She nearly laughed at that. "So, what's your name?"

"KLEO. Designated small business owner and merchant of death."

"Alright, I can dig it. My name's... Slythe. And I'm here to buy something I can use to kill people at long distances."

"Well, anything that can kill a man, I sell. Except suicidal depression. That unfortunately is not packageable."

"Don't I know it. Now, what have you got in the way of sniper rifles? Preferably silenced ones."

"Why don't you take a look for yourself? Here's what I've got."

"Hmm. That hunting rifle looks good. How much?"

"500 caps."

"Oh... do you take pre war money?"

"Sorry, but that money's useless out here."

"Can't you make an exception?"

"Sorry, but there's no use for that pre war stuff in the wastes."

"Alright... I'd like to cut you a deal. You give me that hunting rifle and some ammo, and I'll go looking for ten large guns and bring them straight to you. I'll even sign a business agreement if you'd like." (Charisma roll)

"Alright, smooth talker. You've got a deal. Take the rifle, sign here."