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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/21/2017 12:07:14 AM
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“Of course not! You helped my brother a bunch...right? Consider this returning the favour on his behalf.” Lilly would tell Zane, however sounding slightly somber about the topic of her brother.
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"Yup, I needed to eat anyway so I figured why not. They had some good food, tasted even better since I haven't eaten in a month."
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Ulfric chuckled softly as he looked at the fountain, crossing one leg over the other as he did so. He suddenly shivered, realizing how cold it was. “Ah? Well...it’s getting a little too chilly for my taste.” Ulfric Said, standing up. He looked to Zane. “With that, I’ll be off. Bella and I gotta pack yet, we’re heading to the ollimund to see the cities there. It was good meeting you Zane, hopefully we’ll run into eachother later.”
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"Hopefully so. You'll have to let me know when you two are in town next time. I'm sure my kids would love to meet her. You take care now Ulfric."
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“Ya, will do!” Ulfric would say in farewell, nodding to Zane before he would walk off. Zane would then find himself alone in the chilly Celtic air, before looking at something that left him nearly flabbergasted. An advertisement, a little sign sent spinning in the air on a post. [i]”NEW TO RAGNAROK, Mr,Ralphies EMPORIUM OF ENCHANTED PANTS AND OTHER ODDITIES!”[/i]
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"What the hell.... There's seriously someone else selling magical pants?! I gotta see this." [i]Zane continued to wander down the road, keeping an eye out for the shop.[/i]
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He would approach the market district, which was incredibly colourful in its own right. It was 3:00pm now and the place was still brimming with activity. In the middle of the street Zane would see a large shop, it was colourful and adorned with different coloured silks and incense which made him able to smell it from down the road. He looked at the large sign on the building: [i]”MR.RALPHIES EMPORIUM OF ENCHANTED PANTS AND OTHER ODDITIES”[/i]
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Edited by Zane the 3rd: 12/22/2017 11:49:07 PM"Huh, wonder if this guy is from the pants clan. Now that would be interesting." [i]He walked too then Inside the shop, his eyes gazing around.[/i]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 12/23/2017 10:07:11 PMUpon entering Zane would see mostly people who seemed high of stature and wealth. Men in suits, women wearing extravagant coats and dresses, all of them looking around at the main feature. Pants. Pants, everywhere. They hung from the ceiling, put on shelves, shown in display cases. The shop itself was a clutter but in a cozy sense. Zane would soon see why such people shopped in such a place as he looked at a price tag. [i]“Pants Of holding. 20,000$.”[/i] Read the tag.
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[i]He examined the tag, reading the description. With a name like pants of holding, he assumed it would let him hold more items.[/i]
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As he looked around, he saw shelves of pants with different effects. Some would allow one to conjure fire, others allowed hovering, and one particular one was rather funny. [i]”Pants that can cook better then you.”[/i]
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[i]Huh, wondered what would happen if I got those for Mira. She's already a damn good cook. She couldn't possiblity be better. Zane thought to himself.[/i]
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Suddenly, a voice sent a shiver up Zane’s spine. “Well, well....if it isn’t the slayer of majora himself....” said the slow talking, high pitched croaky voice.
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[i]Zane's .44 started to form in his hand, shimmering as it phased in-between his personal vault and reality.[/i] "You really shouldn't sneak up on people..."
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“Yes but it’s my shop so I’ll do what I want.” The voice would then say, chuckling a bit. As Zane would turn around he would see an elderly, orange haired man who walked with a hunch. He folded out the wrinkles of a nearby pair of pants then adjusted his spectacles.
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[i]Zane relaxed a bit, his .44 deforming as it returned to his personal vault. The man had sounded like the old mask salesman, so he had acted on instinct. [/i] "That is true...this is quite the collection. How did you come upon such magical items?"
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 12/23/2017 11:32:29 PM“A garage sale.” The elder would say with a thick coat of sarcasm.
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"No kidding. You buy from Aunt Edna as well?"
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The man would let out a long and tired sigh, adjusting some of the pants with a fatigued expression. “Smart ass. So what brings you to my shop...?”
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"Well to be honest, I saw the sign and it reminded me of a friend's shop. He sold magical pants as well, had some damn powerful ones too." [i]Zane remembered when he first came across Falks shop. It was the grand opening, and frankly he thought it was weird the way his friend was obsessed with them.[/i]
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“The one at the dojo...I presume...” the old man guessed correctly.
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"Yup, did you know him?"
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“He almost killed me.” The elder replied bluntly. He seemed incredibly angry now, as if Zane ruined his day completely.
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"Huh, mind explaining how that almost happened then?" [i]Zane had a hard time believing that his friend had almost killed this man, there had to be a good reason.[/i]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 12/24/2017 1:18:24 AMHowever, Zane would then remember a distant memory. A distant vision. The case where Falk had discovered the power of majora and how the pants clan sought to control it. Falk had to fight his way out, using the pants. The man just gridded his teeth in reply as he walked towards his counter, away from Zane.
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[i]He let pit a sigh of his own, following the shop owner.[/i] "Look, I'm sorry but what happened in the past happened in the past. Life's too short to hang onto grudges. Besides....He's passed away."
