*Bellisa climbs out of the old beater she borrowed from one of her disciples and glances around slowly. Keys pocketed for now and she moves towards the gun shop. A mere glance at the old woman on the porch, disgusting, this is why mercy killing should be legal. She enters the shop, looking around slowly with a slight frown. She wasn't really okay with rednecks...actually Bellisa wasn't okay with ANYBODY but everybody had a purpose even if it was being fodder.

She strolled casually looking mostly at handguns, something she could easily conceal if need be. She assumed the staff would find her eventually and that was just fine with her tonight.*

The old woman on the porch actually watches Bellisa walk in and begins to mutter about demons walk amongst us. She clutchs her goldne cross pendent tightly in her gnarled, athritis ridden hand. The tall lanky mechanic comes around the corner quickly, taking the old woman by the hand, He quiets her, shushing her each time she talks. He hands her a small cocktail of pills and a glass of sweet tea. She takes them dutifully of course, returning to knitting and rocking.
Inside the store, Bellisa is met with a lukewarm greeting. Mary Jo simply looks at her and gives her a briefest flash of a smile. She points passed the fish tanks to the bunker where the guns and other weapons are. Once Bellisa descends into the bunker she is greeted with a smile from Tim.
"Welcome to my store, what can I do for you?"  

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*Her eyes flicker back to the old woman and narrow just a hair, she'll have to look into that one.

A nod to Mary Jo, no smile for her or Tim either.*

I need a gun, something easily concealed if need be. Something with serious power though. Also want to know if you know anyone willing to teach a person how to use one... and I dont mean shooting paper targets. I mean shooting for real.

*She of course had the offer from Zaine but if he was going to be a dick, screw him. Plus good luck getting the man's attention since he was ever so busy.*

Everyone needs a gun. Tim smiles to her and nods. He heads over to the display case that housed the handguns. She would see chick guns like an itty bitty, mother of peral handled gun to big mini cannons which would look great in western films.
"You know, you're the second woman to come in here looking for a small powerful gun," he says making small talk as he lays out a few good choices. "As far as teaching you to shoot like moving targets. I can call up an old marine friend of mine. See if he'd be willing to come down. Now, I'll be honest. He's gonna want to get paid."
He looks at her over the rim of his glasses with raised bushy brows. He rubs a hand over his greying beard, stepping back to let her look over the mechandise.

*She glances at the guns then at him.* Well I didn't expect it to be free, everyone wants something these days. It's the way it is.

*A slight frown of thought as she eyes the weapons.* Someone said a sig sauer p220 would be an alright choice for me, what are your thoughts?

He rubs his greying beard, "Hmm," he says, reaching into the display case. He pulls one out and sets it before her. "Its small like a Glock and concealable, fairly powerful. You're in luck, I have two combat models. The P220 Combat and P220 Combat TB. TB satnds for threaded barrel. Both models are available in DA/SA or DAK. The Combat model comes with night sights, a Nitron-finished slide and barrel, phosphated internals, and a Picatinny rail. The threaded barrel model features an extra 0.6 inches on the barrel, and external threads to accept a suppressor. The P220 Combat is only chambered in .45 ACP. If you buy the gun, I will supply you with one 8 round magazine and one extended 10 round magazine."
He clears his throat, he heads away from the case and into the back of the bunker. He returns with the guns he spoke of. He checks to make double sure they aren't loaded before he sets them down before her.

*She rests her hands on the edge of the counter and leans into Tim.* What the fuck is DA, SA DAK? I'm more of a blade girl myself... so speak to me in english will ya?

Also what is it I need to do in order to purchase? Paperwork? What they run money wise? *Leans back again and picks up each model to study them with a serious expression.*

"Well, to purchase, I need a valid ID and it has to check out. Oh, and you'll need to get a gun permit, that way you can carry it concealed," he says, preparing the things she'll need for purchase and sets them by the cash register. "The price is negotiable. As for blades, I have a small sample of decent blades in back. Mostly knives, though I do have a few swords. DA/SA and DAK are abberviated terms to note the difference between the triggers. I believe you would want this one," he holds up a threaded barrel DAK sig. "The tigger pull is lighter and easier. Not saying you can't handle one with a longer trigger, but if you ever find yourself in a gun battle you don't want to fume over a gun you can't operate to the best of your ability. But, you can see for yourself out on the range if you wish."

*She nods slowly, looking over the guns* I'll take your word on it then. Do I need a permit now if I dont plan to carry it concealed? *She does but he doesn't need to know that. She slips out an ID, of course it will check out, what elder vampire does not have enough connections to get new ID's once every ten years?

Lemme see what you have for blades... I have my own collection but I'm always looking... doubt you have anything rare though hrm?

"Well Miss, you might be surprized," he says and heads to the back. He comes out with his arms full of boxes. On top of the pile is a long black enameled box. He sets the boxes down, laying them out over the display cases. Most are small cardboard boxes and a few long wooded ones.
"Now, some of these are hunting knives. Some of these collector's knives. You know those stupid fantasy blades with dragon handles and whatever. Oh, and to answer your question, you still need a permit but..."
He leans to the side, narrowing his eyes at Mary Jo. He stands up and clears his throat.
"I could be persuaded to look the other way."
He smiles a snaggletooth grin and returns to pulling out blades.
"Now, you honestly ain't going to be interested in none of these if'in yer looking for something rare," his hands slide over the shiney wooden case. "My great grandfather got this from an old swordsmith in Japan back in 1922. I ain't sure on the specifics, but I believe my great-grand daddy helped the old man carry his heavy load of groceries or whatever up this long thousand mile walk and the man repaid him with this sword. Supposedly, the man died the next day."
He clears his throat, grasping a oil stained handkerchief, he coughs into it. He looks at the new blood splotches on it. He frowns and tucks it away. He opens the case, revealing an amazingly well kept katana. The hilt is done in tradition fashion, wrapping in silk with very old traditional tassels. The blade is long with the tell-tell curve of the blade. It smells of clove oil and will probably notice the cloth and small botlle of clove oil. The sheath is black and as shiney, smooth and perfect as the case. It is as if time never touched it. It is obviously an old blade and of good craftsmanship.
"My Daddy gave this to my mother to make up for not being there and....you really don't care. I'm going on and on like some barnyard hen. I'm sorry...Do you like it?"

*Her nostrils flare for a second as the scent of blood hits them, her head tilts just slightly, taking in Tim fully with a faint frown before her eyes caress the katana.* Who wouldn't, it's an extremely fine piece that anyone would be proud to own... *She murmurs with obvious respect for the piece. She would never touch it though unless given permission but she ogles it alright.* Do you plan on selling it? *A brow raising just a touch, curious if he's that foolish but almost hoping he is. The guns are utterly forgotten for the moment as blades are her true love.*

His eyes drift to a picture of a pretty little girl, green eyes, short brown hair...she has to be about four in the picture. He looks back to Bellisa, saddness a mask on his face.
"Yes ma'am, for the right price I suppose I could let go of this...."
His eyes flicker to the picture then back to the sword.
He grunts, pulling out his handkercheif again, coughing into it. No blood this time.
"Um," he says. "Would you care to get a feel for her. My great grandfather called her Cherry."

*She stares at the picture, she never had children, never had the urge to have any either. * How much do you need? *It's not like she couldn't read people, she just chose not to care most of the time. She knew this was a huge deal though, to let go of the katana and that made her pay attention and feel something.
Her pale hand slide over the hilt and grasped it carefully, lifting it from it's box. She tested the weight, already knowing it would be perfectly balanced. A soft sigh escapes her as her eyes again caress the blade, she moves easily with the sword like a dancer going through the proper motions, it is obvious she has had training.* Perfection... *The word purrs from her lips, she's in love.*

He looks back at the picture and sighs deeply.
"Twenty-five thousand?" he knew it was a small price for the sword, such things could go for so much more. "Two thousand for the guns and ammo."
He steps back, watching her expression carefully.

*She frowns slowly and places the katan back in it's box then rests her hands on her hips.* Well I didn't think you were such a big idiot... *That's it, said simply, blunt and to the point. Her eyes meet his, a brow raising as she awaits a reply.*

"Excuse me?" he blinks some. He regards her for a moment, pursing his lips and rubbing his beard. "An idiot for what? Quoting you short or sellin' you the sword miss?"

Both really... I assume you need the money for the child though so you're an idiot for quoting me short. *She folds her arms over her chest.* Now, why dont you try again.

"My daughter has cancer," he sighs deeply. "I've been quite $150,000...But the antiques dealer quoted me more. I need about $250,000 to keep treddin' water ma'am."
He coughs again, briefly and with his head turned to the side. He looks back at her.
"But um, the price stays the same on the gun and I'll give you a cleanin' kit."

*She thinks quietly about this, pacing in front of the counter.* Give me a few days to come up with the money and I shall return. Do not sell it to anyone else. *She nods and puts down cash for the weapon and such.* I'll take the gun tonight though.

He takes the money and tips his head to her. He places the items in a box for her, along wih a cleaning kit.
"Fair enough ma'am. I'm gonna need to see an ID, you can show me a permit when I see ya next."