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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/21/2017 1:16:22 AM
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"Holy hell....You look just like her...."
[i]Zane was quite shocked to see the splitting image of his older sister in front of him. This must have been his niece that his brother told him about.[/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."
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“Does it look like I’m holding a grudge? Ehhhh?” The elder asked as he went behind his counter and began fiddling around. “Couldn’t give a shit about that twat! Don’t matter if he’s dead or not...”
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"Well he is actually, he gave his life to stop Tywin. Not that you would know but he's a god damn hero. He was one of my best friends too, so show some god damn respect." [i]He didn't know this man, but he wasn't gonna let him disrespect his friend.[/i]
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The people in the shop looked awkwardly at Zane and the shop keep, a few even left shortly after Zane bellowed out. The elder would then finally turn to Zane, which allowed the shaggy haired warrior to see the figures face. His upper neck, and lower cheek, was intensely scarred. While his face was old the scarring was brutal and made his face difficult to look at. The man would let out a breath of annoyance and dismissiveness, seemingly tired of the conversation. “You Gunna yell at me all day or are you Gunna buy something?” He would then ask.
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"I dont know, you got any pants that allow the user to use elemental magic?"
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The tension seemed to cease then, and the elder seemed a little more focused now that they were talking business. Zane would also figure this man was called Mr.Ralphie, due to the shop name. “None are a jack of all trades.” Ralphie would tell Zane. “Some allow the user to use fire, others allow the manipulation of water, there are some relevant to electricity and etcetera etcetera. However these sort of pants require registration, after all we wouldn’t grant a child the ability to throw fire balls around!”
