Old Habits.. [Zerul]

[Revan]

Sorrel | Male Octoling

Sorrel pushed open the door of Ammo Knights and headed inside, keeping his head low so as not to attract attention. The store seemed relatively empty at the moment despite being the most popular weapon shop in Inkopolis, but thankfully the odd shopkeeper was busy helping someone else. That gave Sorrel a chance to look around and scowl at the wide array of Inkling weapons. Didn't they carry anything Octarian? At all? He wasn't going to settle for a weapon made by Inklings. If only he could have brought his Octoshot from back home.

With a sigh, Sorrel keep scanning through the weapons. Shooters, chargers, splatlings.. what was that? A bucket? But why? Rolling his eyes at the silly Inkling weaponry, Sorrel moved on. Surely there was something here that would suite him. He didn't fancy being unarmed in Inkopolis.. even if they claimed his kind was welcome now.

"Speech." | 'Thoughts.'

[Zerul]

..................................................................... Zerul Huntsmith (Inkling) Zerul was busy working in the back tinkering away at a few weapons. Sheldon the store owner gave him a job repairing weapons every now and then. He loved the job as he gets to tinker away at weapons fixing them. Improving small aspects of them. Every weapon he works on he always had a story to tell from it, and he loved finding the hidden chapters. He had finished an octoshot replica. He walks out from the back. He looks through the small bunch of people that Sheldon was helping. He spots 2 octarians. He takes a guess and taps the shoulder of the Octarain near Sheldon. "Your Octoshot Replica is repaired. I do recommend that you avoid swinging it around." The octarian blushes and takes the weapon. "Sorry. I will be a little gentler with it from now on." Hunter nods and lets the Octarain go back to work. He then walks over to Sorrel. "Need help with anything? Weapon repair, or are you looking for something in particular?"

[Revan]

Sorrel | Male Octoling

Sorrel perked up at the words 'Octoshot Replica' from a nearby Inkling. They were imitating Octarian tech? Pathetic. Still.. if he couldn't find something suitable to replace his lost Octoshot, perhaps the imitation would have to do. Did they carry them here? He didn't see one.

Then it hit him, and Sorrel let out a silent but frustrated sigh. He'd have to ask. As happy as he was to see another Octoling in the store, he wasn't sure if she worked there. Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to ask before an Inkling strode up to him while asking questions. It took him a moment to respond, and Sorrel tried to sound as un-annoyed as possible. It didn't really work.

"I heard you say.. Octoshot Replica? Do you carry those? Or any sort of genuine Octarian weaponry at all?"

"Speech." | 'Thoughts.'

[Zerul]

..................................................................... Zerul Huntsmith (Inkling) Zerul picked up on the annoyed tone in the persons voice, but he played it off. "Um..kinda we have to order it as replicas are not mass produced. Are you wanting one?" Hunter looks over at Sheldon and motioned his hand. Sheldon notices and tries to finish up with other customers.

[Revan]

Sorrel | Male Octoling

Sorrel caught on to the motion that the Inkling made, and wondered what it was for. Great, he was directing attention toward him. He was about to start his sentence in a rude way before he recomposed himself. "Could you.. just put one on order for me?" Sorrel eyed the crab person that was presumably the store's owner while he hurriedly finished up with his other customers.

"Speech." | 'Thoughts.'

[Zerul]

..................................................................... Zerul Huntsmith (Inkling) Zerul looks back at Sorrel when he spoke. "Um..sorry I'm only allowed to repair the gear. Anything else has to go through Sheldon." He peers at Sorrel from behind the Octarian Combat Mask wondering what was with the odd behavior. "Are you ok? you seem to be a bit stressed?"

[Revan]

Sorrel | Male Octoling

Sorrel reached up and rubbed his forhead in annoyance. The Inkling speaking to him couldn't even help him. He was about to walk away when he was asked a question. It seemed to set him off. "I'm not 'stressed'. I just want a replacment for my weapon that your kind wouldn't let me bring with me from Octo Valley."

"Speech." | 'Thoughts.'

[Zerul]

..................................................................... Zerul Huntsmith (Inkling) Zerul now realized what got this guy so worked up. "You wanted to keep your original gun? I get the impression you don't care about inklings." He peers at him with disgust. "Your attitude and deminor tell me that you would cause trouble if given the opportunity." He then gives the octoling a serious look. "I may not be able to issue a replica but i do hold enough credit here to get you banned from possessing any weapon."

[Revan]

Sorrel | Male Octoling

Sorrel crossed his arms and scowled. "I'm not like you Inklings, I don't go around looking for trouble or things to take that don't belong to me." He was, of course, referring to the Zapfish. Sorrel returned the stern look by leaning in ever so closer. "I've never killed an innocent Inkling, but your stupid agent heroes can't say the same for us Octolings. You're the dangerous ones, not me. Maybe I just need a weapon to survive."

"Speech." | 'Thoughts.'

[Zerul]

..................................................................... Zerul Huntsmith (Inkling) Zerul leaves the customer and heads to the back. He clearly didn't want to deal with this Intolerant octarian. Sheldon approaches and looks at the Octarian. "What will ya be having?"

[Revan]

Sorrel | Male Octoling

Sorrel rubbed his forehead as the Inkling walked away. When the store's owner approached him, Sorrel tried to calm himself. At least the guy wasn't another Inkling. "I just need an.." he paused a moment, trying to remember the name. "An Octoshot Replica."

"Speech." | 'Thoughts.'

[Zerul]

Sheldon smiles. "I can get that for ya. but you will need to pay for it." Sheldon waits for Sorrel to hand him the money for it before heading to the back and grabbing a splattershot and remodeling to the Octoshot replica. he returns a few minutes later with it. "Here you go"


(Sorry for this quick reply holidays are crazy)

[Revan]

Sorrel | Male Octoling

While Sheldon was in the back, Sorrel pulled out his money. He didn't have much since he'd never been in a turf war or ranked battle before, but he had enough. Sooner or later though, it would become something to worry about. Once Sheldon returned, he handed over the money. At the same time he felt his earlier rage begin to subside, and even offered a genuine "Thank you."

"Speech." | 'Thoughts.'

[Zerul]

..................................................................... Zerul Huntsmith (Inkling) Sheldon nods. "Your welcome. once you become fresh enough i can sell your more weapons than replicas." He returns to his work taking a few weapons to the back for repairs.

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[Revan]

Sorrel | Male Octoling

"What does that mean?" Sorrel asked, sounding a bit more standoffish than he meant to, but the shopkeeper had already gone. Inklings and the other species that lived among them had such strange traditions and regulations. He turned his attention toward the weapon which was now in his possession.

"Speech." | 'Thoughts.'