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Yasmins Odd Encounter Sr Claire
In the bustling interior of Collateral Damage - Personal Defence, Yasmin found herself amid racks of military surplus and protective gear, casually exploring her interest in knives with a twirl here and a flip there, her movements unbeknownst to the shopkeeper. Meanwhile, Elijah Hastings, a towering and confident young Templar from New York, had just concluded a crucial briefing and led unwittingly into the store. There, he engagingly slipped bullets into his newly purchased handgun under the stern gaze of the shopkeeper, who showed clear disapproval of this action in the shop. Attempting to make light conversation, Elijah approached Yasmin with a remark about the strangeness of looking into home defense at such a late hour. Without missing a beat, Yasmin corrected him, pointing out that it was early morning, and revealed that she was in search of a gift, inquiring about his recommendations for someone already well-equipped for self-defense.
Elijah, unfazed by the shopkeeper's annoyance with his behavior, detailed his expertise by extolling the virtues of a Laugo Alien precision target shooter, a high-end firearm with features that reduce muzzle climb and enhance aim stability. Yasmin, feigning interest but internally unmoved by the mansplaining, gave an apologetic smile to the shopkeeper and managed to gracefully divert the conversation away from pricey guns. She delicately probed Elijah for more personal details, expressing admiration for his knowledge while seeking to exploit his evident desire for recognition and to impress. By steering him towards the disclosure of his professional connection to firearms and his reasons for being in town, Yasmin aimed to extract the information she needed without breaking the understanding between their factions.
(Yasmin's odd encounter(SRClaire):SRClaire)
[Thu Dec 21 2023]
In Collateral Damage - Personal Defence
Venturing to this side of the shop results in most of the wire shelving being replaced with circular clothing racks, though some of the former remain. With guns are visible on the other side of the building, this side seems more dedicated to smaller pieces of equipment and what looks to perhaps be basic surplus military or police gear. Protective vests drape their heavy bulk on racks here and there, though those of heavier make than kevlar are often found on actual shelves; they're too much for the standing racks to support. The glass counters that line the beige-carpeted shop run all along the eastern and southern wall, barring one open section to allow employees to get back behind them for work. While they've mostly been filled with knives of both the pocket and the sheath variety, no pawn shop would be complete without the occasional mall-issue piece of would-be ninja gear; sometimes there are rare, multi-bladed contraptions of dubious effectiveness just waiting for the right lucky buyer.
While the rest of the shop proper lies northward, across from the security-barred western window there's also a door to the east beyond the counter labeled 'Private Fitting.'
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
(Your target and their allies have been tasked with extracting a piece of information from a member of an opposing faction or subfaction but they cannot break the understanding to do so.
)
Yasmin is in the process of browsing through racks of weaponry on display in the shop, though her attention is mostly drawn towards the knives, the woman occasionally picking up and twirling a few of them around her fingers before they're put back in place. Not the safest, but at long as the salesperson doesn't glance over her way, nobody has to know, right?
Nice clean mission had been the intention. A young Templar transfer from New York named Elijah Hastings was supposed to meet with the new commander in Haven in the Black Rose Bookstore to receive a briefing in some private nook and then be cut loose and on his own for the rest of the night. All and all it would be a prime target to extract information and relatively low risk. The meeting had occurred as intended, but rather than leaving, the woman in question had led the recruit over to the nearby gun store and then left him along, a much more dangerous proposition now that he was standing there with a newly purchased handgun and was already slotting ammo into the mag under the disapproving eye of the shopkeeper. Tall and authoritative, the dark-skinned man offers Yasmin a little grin, making small talk, "Eh. Didn't expect other people to be looking into.. home defense this late at night." Click click click, Elijah slips the bullets in one at a time as her speaks.
In comparison, Yasmin lacks the height to seem too authoritative, but she does turn her attention to the man when she's having small talk being made at her, looking up - way up - at him with a blink. "It is morning," she points out. And for all that it may still be dark outside, it is, really, very early in the morning. She looks remarkably awake, at least. A pause, then, while Yasmin considers the man, as though trying to figure out how much or how little to engage him with. "I am looking for a gift," she volunteers the information freely then, when the pause starts to shy on awkward, a sweeping gesture of her hand towards the nearby implements. "I have plenty of home defense. What would you recommend?"
The shopkeeper is a little annoyed at Elijah's behavior remarking, "Buddy. You really gotta load that thing in here?" With a bored and blaise tone, Elijah replies, "Calm down. You got fifteen hundred off me for the gun and ammo. Not even gonna let me where it out of the store?" The guy manning the counter just rolls his eyes and goes back to doing inventory. Elijah turns his attention back to Yasmin, remarking with a dismissive wave, "I suppose it is. Been up all night so it all kind of bleeds together for me." As the question, he cracks a grin and turns his eyes across the selection, saying, "Well if you already have plenty for self-defense, I would go with a precision target shooter." Tapping the glass over a sleek, little firearms, her says, "If you have the money I would spring for a Laugo Alien. Beautiful gun with a unique mechanism that allows them to lower the barrel significantly, lowering muzzle climb. It also has a featherlight trigger pull without the heaviness or mushiness of the typical blowback designs. Aside from that the slide is independent of the sight mount, cycling back underneath it. That means you can recover your aim and sight picture the whole time and reaaaally take advantage of that low muzzle climb. Bonus is if you have a red dot sight, which you should definitely get with a gun like this, you are not beating your equipment to death. Really slick firearm. Bit expensive though."
(Moderate) Yasmin can feel the desire flowing off Elijah. He wants to seem impressive and knowledgable. He has a lot of pride and he wants his ego stroked.
Yasmin looks like she may regret this a little already when she's getting mansplained at, her jaw opening and then snapping shut without a word. There might be a glassiness to her eyes already, but she nods her head at Elijah anyway, the perfectly attentive listener while he continues about the gun, only glancing over towards the shopkeeper for a second to offer him an apologetic smile, as though she had something to do with Elijah's rudeness. "It sounds a little out of my budget for now," she tells the man with a click of her tongue once he finally finishes speaking. "But I will definitely keep it in mind for when I want a gun." Her interest lies in other matters, subtly steering him towards: "You do know a lot about guns, Mister..." A pause; he didn't tell her his name, and there's a bit of an expectant look up at him through the fringe of her eyelashes. "Do you work with guns? Is that what you are in town for?"
Elijah, unfazed by the shopkeeper's annoyance with his behavior, detailed his expertise by extolling the virtues of a Laugo Alien precision target shooter, a high-end firearm with features that reduce muzzle climb and enhance aim stability. Yasmin, feigning interest but internally unmoved by the mansplaining, gave an apologetic smile to the shopkeeper and managed to gracefully divert the conversation away from pricey guns. She delicately probed Elijah for more personal details, expressing admiration for his knowledge while seeking to exploit his evident desire for recognition and to impress. By steering him towards the disclosure of his professional connection to firearms and his reasons for being in town, Yasmin aimed to extract the information she needed without breaking the understanding between their factions.
(Yasmin's odd encounter(SRClaire):SRClaire)
[Thu Dec 21 2023]
In Collateral Damage - Personal Defence
Venturing to this side of the shop results in most of the wire shelving being replaced with circular clothing racks, though some of the former remain. With guns are visible on the other side of the building, this side seems more dedicated to smaller pieces of equipment and what looks to perhaps be basic surplus military or police gear. Protective vests drape their heavy bulk on racks here and there, though those of heavier make than kevlar are often found on actual shelves; they're too much for the standing racks to support. The glass counters that line the beige-carpeted shop run all along the eastern and southern wall, barring one open section to allow employees to get back behind them for work. While they've mostly been filled with knives of both the pocket and the sheath variety, no pawn shop would be complete without the occasional mall-issue piece of would-be ninja gear; sometimes there are rare, multi-bladed contraptions of dubious effectiveness just waiting for the right lucky buyer.
While the rest of the shop proper lies northward, across from the security-barred western window there's also a door to the east beyond the counter labeled 'Private Fitting.'
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
(Your target and their allies have been tasked with extracting a piece of information from a member of an opposing faction or subfaction but they cannot break the understanding to do so.
)
Yasmin is in the process of browsing through racks of weaponry on display in the shop, though her attention is mostly drawn towards the knives, the woman occasionally picking up and twirling a few of them around her fingers before they're put back in place. Not the safest, but at long as the salesperson doesn't glance over her way, nobody has to know, right?
Nice clean mission had been the intention. A young Templar transfer from New York named Elijah Hastings was supposed to meet with the new commander in Haven in the Black Rose Bookstore to receive a briefing in some private nook and then be cut loose and on his own for the rest of the night. All and all it would be a prime target to extract information and relatively low risk. The meeting had occurred as intended, but rather than leaving, the woman in question had led the recruit over to the nearby gun store and then left him along, a much more dangerous proposition now that he was standing there with a newly purchased handgun and was already slotting ammo into the mag under the disapproving eye of the shopkeeper. Tall and authoritative, the dark-skinned man offers Yasmin a little grin, making small talk, "Eh. Didn't expect other people to be looking into.. home defense this late at night." Click click click, Elijah slips the bullets in one at a time as her speaks.
In comparison, Yasmin lacks the height to seem too authoritative, but she does turn her attention to the man when she's having small talk being made at her, looking up - way up - at him with a blink. "It is morning," she points out. And for all that it may still be dark outside, it is, really, very early in the morning. She looks remarkably awake, at least. A pause, then, while Yasmin considers the man, as though trying to figure out how much or how little to engage him with. "I am looking for a gift," she volunteers the information freely then, when the pause starts to shy on awkward, a sweeping gesture of her hand towards the nearby implements. "I have plenty of home defense. What would you recommend?"
The shopkeeper is a little annoyed at Elijah's behavior remarking, "Buddy. You really gotta load that thing in here?" With a bored and blaise tone, Elijah replies, "Calm down. You got fifteen hundred off me for the gun and ammo. Not even gonna let me where it out of the store?" The guy manning the counter just rolls his eyes and goes back to doing inventory. Elijah turns his attention back to Yasmin, remarking with a dismissive wave, "I suppose it is. Been up all night so it all kind of bleeds together for me." As the question, he cracks a grin and turns his eyes across the selection, saying, "Well if you already have plenty for self-defense, I would go with a precision target shooter." Tapping the glass over a sleek, little firearms, her says, "If you have the money I would spring for a Laugo Alien. Beautiful gun with a unique mechanism that allows them to lower the barrel significantly, lowering muzzle climb. It also has a featherlight trigger pull without the heaviness or mushiness of the typical blowback designs. Aside from that the slide is independent of the sight mount, cycling back underneath it. That means you can recover your aim and sight picture the whole time and reaaaally take advantage of that low muzzle climb. Bonus is if you have a red dot sight, which you should definitely get with a gun like this, you are not beating your equipment to death. Really slick firearm. Bit expensive though."
(Moderate) Yasmin can feel the desire flowing off Elijah. He wants to seem impressive and knowledgable. He has a lot of pride and he wants his ego stroked.
Yasmin looks like she may regret this a little already when she's getting mansplained at, her jaw opening and then snapping shut without a word. There might be a glassiness to her eyes already, but she nods her head at Elijah anyway, the perfectly attentive listener while he continues about the gun, only glancing over towards the shopkeeper for a second to offer him an apologetic smile, as though she had something to do with Elijah's rudeness. "It sounds a little out of my budget for now," she tells the man with a click of her tongue once he finally finishes speaking. "But I will definitely keep it in mind for when I want a gun." Her interest lies in other matters, subtly steering him towards: "You do know a lot about guns, Mister..." A pause; he didn't tell her his name, and there's a bit of an expectant look up at him through the fringe of her eyelashes. "Do you work with guns? Is that what you are in town for?"