And you don't have to make a sound

[childoftherigs.livejournal.com]

Who:Kesley and anyone outside
When: After the shops close
Where: Outside either the Ace of Wands, Ace of Swords, or the Ace of Pentacles. Take your pick, she's hitting them all.
What: Kesley's going shopping. With her Five Fingers discount. By which I mean stealing.
Warnings: None so far

Kesley had tried to get what she wanted the legal way. She really had. But the people (at least she thought they were people, they looked like them at least) who ran the stores seemed to be very convinced that the only clothes she should be wearing were ones like those harlequin robes she'd shown up in, nevermind that she'd seen plenty of practical clothes on the racks, ones that would have fit her even, especially now that she was a bit taller and broader than usual. And the weapons shop had been even worse, that son of a bitch wouldn't even sell her a dagger, let alone the crossbow that she'd spotted in the corner.

And so she had turned to crime, out of pure necessity really. That night after the shops had closed she snuck into first one store and then the other, loading up on everything her greedy little heart could desire. Which wasn't a whole lot, she wasn't stealing to sell it later after all, just for her own use. Some clothes that were normal colors instead of looking like she belonged to a fair, and some actual weapons, a crossbow with quarrels and a set of throwing daggers. She almost grabbed the sword, but it was a bit big. She'd come back for it later.

Last but not least she went and grabbed some things from the grocery store that the shop lady hadn't wanted her to get either. She wasn't even sure why, at this point it was just because she was annoyed and wanted to annoy the obnoxious shop lady who kept suggesting cheese and candy. She didn't even like cheese.

And so, bags of loot bulging, Kesley headed back to her house, really quite happy with herself and eager to get back and try out her new things.

[OOC:Feel free to run into her anywhere you'd like!]

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[fools_journey]

"Hmm."

Minato fishes around in his pocket and pulls out a small pad of paper and a pencil. He's made it a habit to carry a pencil and paper with him for a while, and now is no exception. But he makes two quick sketches of what a katana looks like, both sheathed and unsheathed, and then he holds it out for her to see in the dim light.

"A katana looks more or less like that. It's generally about this long." And he gestures to show her.

[childoftherigs.livejournal.com]

She takes a look at it and runs over her mental inventory before finally nodding. "Yeah, they got that in there. I can make another trip in a couple days and get one for you. It wears on ya, not bein' able to protect yourself when you're used to it, don't it?"

It had made Kesley wary at least. She hadn't liked not having any sort of weapons or her lockpicks or her old clothes. But she could deal with it now that she had some knives at least.

[fools_journey]

"Thank you. ... let me know what you want in payment, and I'll see what I can do. And... it does."

Not that he made a habit of carrying a sword around in public, but when exploring a monster-filled tower, some sort of weapon had been vital, and even if he'd picked up how to make use of other things (including his fists, an extremely durable deck brush and a bus stop sign), a katana remained his favorite. Though, if he were honest, what he really wanted to use to defend himself here were his personas, but he'd found himself unable to reach them or even really sense them much since arriving here, so a sword would have to do.

[childoftherigs.livejournal.com]

"I'll have to think about it, diff'rent place, not used to doin' work in a place like this." And by 'like this' she means without fences and a black market or even much like an economy at all. It's hard to fence things when you're not sure what the going market value for what you're fencing is after all.

[fools_journey]

He nods, because even if he's not that familiar with fences or a black market, he does think it's hard to judge the exact value of things here - or even what they might need in the future. "A raincheck, then."