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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 11:00 am
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Mathias did not decide right away if he should purchase one, feeling rather suspicious about whether or not it was really worth his money, or if it was just some kind of trick. However, the more he listened, his ears swivelling towards each voice that asked a question, the area becoming more and more crowded, the more he felt he needed to make a decision.
Too many creeple. His shoulders were hunching up and his lip was pulling back from his teeth.
He made a strange, disgusted sound in the back of his throat and finally spoke up. "Okay then, I vill be taking one." He fished out his silver seeds, of which he did not have many to begin with, and paid the exact amount needed, the promise of power just enough to sway him.
"Danke." He added on.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 6:59 pm
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 7:40 am
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Cearney's greed extended beyond just simple belongings.
Sure, seeing the bracelet in the strange salesman's hand alone was almost enough to sway him. (Sway him to attempt to steal it, that was. He wasn't going to pay full price on anything, even when it was just worth a simple few seeds.) It was the expression of fear amplification--that was, power he sorely desired--that caught his mind fully as he slipped towards the front.
It took a little while for Cearney to fully see what was going on--being a leprechaun meant that he was not particularly tall--but once he could, he quickly attempted to blend in while his attention was rapt on the bracelets. How he wanted to just reach over and take it for his own. It looked so shiny, too, and it had to pulse with fear.
Of course, something stopped Cearney's hand as he glanced to the salesman suspiciously. Was this "fear amp" just snake oil? Some of the others who came up had seemed quite delighted by its power, but the salesman was being quite vague about how much amplification this device truly provided. Plus, snake oil had a way of deluding people like it was real...
Still, if he just took one, would it really matter? Cearney could just trash the item if it was garbage, could he not?
Cearney attempted to sneak around and perhaps just find one to swipe. Maybe he wouldn't be noticed...
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