<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fnerdreactor.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2013%2F09%2Felysium-6.jpg&amp;hash=004209bb3c304a297d6c386ba55990c0" href="http://nerdreactor.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/elysium-6.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Last Clip</a>was by far Jerrick's favorite place to go to in the Glowing Grounds. The owner, Baxter Syo, was a fellow Machinist like him- People that studied the machines of old and learned from them. It felt good to talk shop with someone who knew what the inner workings of a device were, so Jerrick felt at home, and felt sad that he would be leaving soon. For now, it was just his most comfortable place to do business. The shop was loaded with various tools for wandering the wastes- Glowsticks and Flares, Harnesses, Crowbars, Medical kits, Weapons, Bullets and Casings, Maps, and Rations. Not exactly general goods, but it had useful supplies for long trips. Jerrick worked here when he needed the extra bullets for trading, so he could send back supplies to the rest of his people. Moving past the curtain, he would grin at seeing Syo hard at work, before he would walk into the shop and shake Syo's hand. "<b>Hey Syo, how you doing?" <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Ah, Jerrick! How's my favorite customer?"</span></b><br/><br/>"<b>You say that to all your customers, Syo."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"-and I mean it every time!-"</span></b><br/><br/>"<b>Good and Bad- My rifle and harness are scrap. Damn Seeker tore them up. "</b>He said, sitting down next to him. "<b>Couldn't save the gun- Mechanism was caved in, Wood on the stock was cracked, and the barrel was bent. Even if I had tried, wouldn't have fired the same, and would only last me a few days at least." </b>He said, before setting his stuff down. "<b>Good news? A whole pack of Seekers are dead."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"You killed an entire pack of Seekers?!"</span></b><br/><br/>"<b>I'm good, but I am not THAT good, sadly. The Seekers made the mistake of tangling with a Razerjaw- Killed it, but only two of them were left. The other two were lethargic after eating, so it wasn't that hard, but they still banged me up pretty good." </b>He said, as he would take off his shirt and begin stitching it up. His chest was already handled- He did improvised disinfecting and bandaging using a now torn clean shirt and a bottle of liquor, it would do. "<b>Managed to gather the hide, meat, and bones of the five Seekers, and I got the Hide and Bone of the Razerjaw, least what was usable- those teeth broke alot of bones, on both sides. Should earn a killing from it." </b>He said, focused on the task at hand.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"<b>Damn, sounds like you lucked out."</b></span><br/><br/>"<b>Yeah, no kidding- Had I been there a few moments earlier, that Razerjaw and an entire pack of Seekers would've ripped me to shreds. Best to let them fight it out, if the Vyst's want to do my job for me, I say let them." </b>He said, pulling a broken claw out of his shirt and tossing it on the table.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">Syo would rub his chin, before walking over towards his workshop and moving a few things around, before walking back carrying an old <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.other-worlds.co.uk%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F06%2FApocalypse-Shotgun-A.jpg&amp;hash=23db9ff85b8c236cded8033424a86022" href="http://www.other-worlds.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/Apocalypse-Shotgun-A.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Ithaca 37</a>, along with a single-strap Bandolier. "<b>Ain't your old rifle or harness, but I like you- I don't wanna see you get killed. Give me the .45-70 rounds, we'll call it even, and I'll even throw in a box of 20 Gauge shells for a Razerjaw tooth." </b>He said, before pointing towards his neck- Teeth from various creatures were on it. "<b>Good for business if they think that one of my guns took down a Razerjaw. Makes selling them easier." </b>He said, with a wink.</span><br/><br/>Jerrick would just smirk, as he sat one down, before taking the shotgun. "<b>Thanks Syo." </b>He said, before fixing the Bandolier on. He would work it with another strap, or turn it into a harness, later when he had the time. Syo tossed him the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fcdn3.volusion.com%2F7omub.zdwe7%2Fv%2Fvspfiles%2Fphotos%2FBRRY-AMMOBOX20-2.jpg&amp;hash=971b5db7bdd7298920202200fe93a40b" href="http://cdn3.volusion.com/7omub.zdwe7/v/vspfiles/photos/BRRY-AMMOBOX20-2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">box of 20 gauge shells</a>. He would load the old gun, before speaking up. "<b>Think I'm gonna take it easy today- Need help manning the shop?" </b>He said. He had a map of the local area up and ready, he was gonna send it back to the Council, he just wanted some extra cash for the trip further inland. He had to be careful though.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"<b>Yes, actually- The Caravan Bosses need someone to fix up their weapons, and are paying me top dollar to do it. If you could man the front while I work on these guns, that will be a real time saver. I'll pay you the usual. " </b>He said, as he stood up and went into the backroom. Soon, Jerrick could hear the sound of the workshop going, as Syo went to work.</span><br/><br/>Jerrick would stand at the counter, eyes on the entire store, as he pulled up an old wooden chair and sit, as he began eating a can of<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.mattguild.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2012%2F05%2Fbeans.jpg&amp;hash=4ee663f5dc0c699d1b31da571aa1b7e1" href="http://www.mattguild.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/beans.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">baked beans</a>, a roll of<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.rodalesorganiclife.com%2Fsites%2Frodalesorganiclife.com%2Ffiles%2Fstyles%2Flisticle_main_custom_user_phone_1x%2Fpublic%2Fbread_olha_afanasieva_1000.jpg%3Fitok%3DauN447iO%26timestamp%3D1470749546&amp;hash=4c443a4e4dbd7024a3d2153b1348bc84" href="https://www.rodalesorganiclife.com/sites/rodalesorganiclife.com/files/styles/listicle_main_custom_user_phone_1x/public/bread_olha_afanasieva_1000.jpg?itok=auN447iO&amp;timestamp=1470749546" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">handmade bread</a>, and some steak from a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.kinja-img.com%2Fgawker-media%2Fimage%2Fupload%2Fs--kjhTlMKC--%2Fc_scale%2Cf_auto%2Cfl_progressive%2Cq_80%2Cw_800%2Fpm5kzldjjwn7vtqtamvt.png&amp;hash=a50aad01fdf23bedab900403bd7d4059" href="https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/s--kjhTlMKC--/c_scale,f_auto,fl_progressive,q_80,w_800/pm5kzldjjwn7vtqtamvt.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Brumak</a>, a New Era variant of a Cow. He then heard someone walk in, and saw a redhead tribal, looking like one of the old posters for the old U.S. Continent. Jerrick would place his food down, as he would sit up and speak. "<b>Welcome to the Last Clip, How can I-" </b>He started, before someone pushed past the woman, and Jerrick had to suppress a groan-<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Faesthetic-apocalypse.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F05%2Fpostapocalyptic_dress_costume.jpg&amp;hash=805ea3f736a02c97bafc765eca9fd6a0" href="http://aesthetic-apocalypse.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/postapocalyptic_dress_costume.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Evan Gavorn</a>, one of the guards for the town. The man was an arrogant piece of shit, more a raider than a guard, but they let him stay becaue he was a damn good shot and he helped the Caravan bosses keep their own in check.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">He would push past the woman, before speaking up. "<b>What new gear do you got today?"</b></span><br/><br/>Jerrick would only facepalm at him, before speaking up. "<b>You can wait, Gavorn, I am dealing a customer right  now-"<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"Forget the tribal and her beast, she probably doesn't have anything worth trading, besides herself- I do. Now, what do you have in stock?"</span></b><br/><br/>Jerrick would only grind his teeth, as he would then get an idea, before giving the woman a wink. He would then hold up his hands. "<b>Of course, I got something right here...." </b>He said, before reach underneath the counter, and pull out a beat up looking<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Fa7%2Fdf%2Fc6%2Fa7dfc60fea3adb7f0a59d032ebd722dc--rusty-metal-post-apocalypse.jpg&amp;hash=37f71e5fbb15588494110df3d9ab5b95" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a7/df/c6/a7dfc60fea3adb7f0a59d032ebd722dc--rusty-metal-post-apocalypse.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">assault rifle</a>. As Evan went to examine it, Jerrick changed his grip, before bashing the rifle into Evan's face. As he was on the ground, Jerrick would walk over and point it towards his head. "<b>Disrespect my bosses place of business again, next time it will be a bullet going through your head. Clear?" <br/>
</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">He would just glare up through the pain, but wasn't stupid enough to argue with someone who had a gun to his head. <b>"Crystal...."</b></span><br/><br/>Jerrick would move the gun away as the man stood up and marched out, but not before 'accidentally' bumping into the woman. Jerrick would sigh, before going back behind the counter. He would then look towards the woman. "<b>Sorry about that- Evan is a necessary evil I am forced to deal with.....every damn day I am here." </b>He said, before reaching under the counter and placing down a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F236x%2F8c%2F49%2F07%2F8c4907ca51db6e04ab71b30f9cd8cbb6--post-apocalyptic-plastic.jpg&amp;hash=d07f12e0b3fec48baf05950185a92393" href="https://i.pinimg.com/236x/8c/49/07/8c4907ca51db6e04ab71b30f9cd8cbb6--post-apocalyptic-plastic.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">canteen of water.</a>"<b>Here, for the trouble- Now, can I help you, ma'am?" </b>He asked. While towns normally didn't like Gypsies, Traders typically didn't mind, business was business to them. Plus, he was in a gun shop- If anyone tried to steal anything, they wouldn't get very far.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="536" data-username="@Solunae" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/536/">@Solunae</a>