"It seems I'm not the only person who drew the short straw, eh Glynda?" A relaxed voice spoke in greeting.
The headmistress sighed. "You say that like it wouldn't get worse if someone else came. I don't mean to be harsh but Summer'd accept triple price thinking her puppy eyes worked, and you know what happened last time she thought she knew better than others." The man slumped.
"While I don't like what happened, I understand that it was her fault for not listening. I think I was the only one who knew to mind his business, probably the only reason we didn't get killed despite hiding when Raven brought Summer into her schemes."
"Then we met and turned the old snack kiosk into our getaway and caused a rumor of being long lost cousins." They chuckled as they entered the building. The interior was rustic with wooden floors, shelves of preserved food, and other goods. The front desk looked more like a bar with barrel chairs and booklets on the products. Idly ringing the bell, Taiyang whistled in appreciation. "Nice place they got, looks exactly like the general store I found during a mission in Vacuo."
"My usual clients are from the frontier, so I based the design off of the shops there." A young man answered, walking into view behind the desk with a jar of dye. Idly gelling his few remaining gold locks, he sat across them. "I assume your both from Beacon and Signal, correct?"
"Yes, Beacon's avenue needs repaving, and our forges are getting low on unalloyed metals." The teen began typing the orders after handing them two booklets.
"Signal needs new training weapons. Stuff that's durable and easy to use while they figure out what suits them." Taiyang added, leafing through the list and raising an eyebrow. "Didn't think the settlements want stuff like this."
"You'd be amazed at what people'll buy if it's novel and useful." He stood up and walked to a far wall, typing on his wrist scroll. "My metal collecting is irregular, but the order will be ready in a week. The avenue can have its concrete recycled into a new mix. Mr Xiao Long, I have some weapons, but none transform automatically. Their more durable and require less maintenance that way."
"That's perfect actually, and is it possible to trade the old weapons to reduce the price?" He blinked and realized something. "I'm sorry but I don't think I ever asked for your name, I mean you look near my daughter's age."
"Please tell me your not husband hunting for her?" He sputtered protests as Glynda tittered. "The name's Fuel Quartz. Quartz creates energy(or fuel) when stress is applied. A mystique moniker for a man made by mellow friends." He revealed a hidden wall with racks and cases. He revealed a blade with a firing mechanism in the handle.
"This is an original gunblade, pulling the trigger sends a tremor through it, boosting power. Later models allowed actual bullets and constant vibrations, but this is far easier to control." He placed it into its case and onto a couch. "I usually don't sell things more complex than this, but they should be more than enough."
His scroll chimed, making him realize he forgot something. "Well this is awkward, I forgot that I'm interviewing today. I have an canid faunus named Dael, but her lungs were damaged from a previous job, so I paid the medical bill and moved her to front desk. Can't believe she thought I was firing her," He chuckled, blushing when she cried until her gown fell off. "Anyway she should be recovered by tomorrow, but I need someone to work the warehouse until I get back."
"Alright if I help?" Fuel turned, raising a brow at the man. "I'll admit I'm buttering you up, but I overheard talk about a 'purple haired pansy' my students wanted to sucker for cash, so I want to catch them in the act."
"Okay then, the polite and eager ones should be here by now. I'll give the late ones have a chance to explain if their sincere. Right now I'll give the girl a warning after i put the gunblade back." Several cords shot out behind a couch, earning a squeak from a now bound girl, eyes pleading at the Signal teacher.
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Nebulous treasures
FanficA derelict near his village was always fun for him to explore, and it led him to a calling. Jaune now learned of the striders, a salvage group that scavenges from ransacked villages for materials give others a fighting chance. Inspired, he went on t...
