"We're open! Come on in!" Mr. Jones waves in a mother and two fairly young children, a
large, slightly suspicious smile painted onto his puffy looking lips. "First day
opening! Good prices today, and everyday!" Taylor waves in another older looking
fellow, before ducking back in to the creepy dark building he has called his store.
Ancient weapons, worn books with broken bindings and yellowed pages, candles, spooky
paintings and magic balls lines the walls and shelves of the place.
"So you sell magic trinkets, occult toys and books about the Dark Gods. I've been
awfully curious about this place the last few weeks." Hazel green eyes fall onto
Taylor, as the newcomer (whom Taylor had missed as he walked back into the store)
speaks. "Walkin around here looking at all the junk.. i've been wondering why you
would open a store like this in MystHaven. I mean.. how much money can you possibly
make in a small city on a small island.. dealing in the sort of objects that you do."
Taylor scoffs stepping back. "You shouldn't think so hard all the time. It'll give you
a headache. Especially with a small brain like you have.. must take a whole lot of
en--" Tristan shakes his head. "Listen, Taylor. I may not be an Officer anymore, but,
I can still scream thief at the top of my lungs." Tristan leans towards Taylor with a
smile, sniffing the air. "Something's fishy with you and your business. And I havent
even started on the house your building just outside of town."
"None of your business, Belmont." Taylor sneers as he begins to walk away from the
nosy ex-Guard.
"True. But, you know how much I love making things my business." He pauses for a
moment before offering the the (as usual) dark clothed man a shrug. "So. Where'd you
get the money to pay for the house? And who else is up there. I doubt you would live
in a place like that.. especially after getting used to sleeping in tiny gutters and
in trash boxes."
Taylor hisses moving back towards Tristan, so close even so that it looks as if they
could kiss at any moment. "Stay the fuck away from me and mind your own Goddamned
business." Taylor reaches out with both hands to shove Tristan hard. Tristan falls
backwards with a growl. The ex-Guard smirks and shakes his head. "I'm gonna find out
if it's the last thing I do.. and before I get the Guard on you i'm gonna beat the
living piss right clean out of you."
"And how would you feel then if I was to get the Guard on you for waltzing into my
store and causing trouble. Disturbing the peace, right? Not to mention the threats."
Taylor moves back towards a bookshelf, swallowing thickly, eyes on the much larger
form of Mr. Belmont.
"Why is it that you look at me so funny? Your eyes.. they get really big and they
really small. Like a cats do when it's frightened." Tristan tilts his head to the
side. "What are you afraid of Taylor?"
"Get out of my store." Taylor's voice drops to one of a flat tone as he points towards
the open door. People still flock into the store.
"No problem." Tristan bows to Taylor, before spinning around on his heels and walking
out.
-J.B-
Should have heard you calling my name..
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