h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*A man in a shaby trench coat saunters into the hanger. He lowers his hood to reveal a skeletal head.*

[deth] hmmmmmm.... ummmmm..... can i- ..... can i get a .45 Desert Eagle with genuine pearl handle, extended barrel, double hinged clip and the 100 meter laser scope? oh, and a leather shoulder holster with the spare cartridge straps? Actually, make it a double holster (reversed, behind the back) and add a second Desert Eagle with the same specifications..... oh and three crates of depleted uranium hollowtip magnesium bullets please...

not a S.C.Y.T.H.E? *looks at deth dissapointed* how bout a S.C.Y.T.H.E MKII?

[deth] no thank you.... i'm happy with a pair of eagles... oh and i may not have a fancy weapon such as that, but... *in a blur he pulls a staff from his cloak and slams its butt to the ground*

*The curved sickle blade on the end of deth's scythe burns with an unholy black flame*

[deth] no fancy triggers, but still rather effective....

[in a 13th warrior type voice]

When you're finished with that, can I give it to me daughter?

oh I thourght it was gonna be some thing special, I've got 4 crates of those in the back

*Deth's eyes narrow*

[deth] *To the hanger* What is the policy about fighting in this establishment?

do as you wil but tidy up afterwards I think

*glares at slatfatf*

[deth] i would like to hear that from the manager of this establishment before i dismember you...

look mate you can't kill me I'm immortal, I'm a bloody angel like your good self(for any one who doesn't knoe death is Azreal and Azreal is an angel, only bloke to get the dirt for adam, the other seraphs refused to do it)

*the fighting men notice sea leaning up against a crate near the wall*

[sea] boys, boys! calm down... i'm sure red wouldn't want you destroying any of his weapons.

*she turns to deth*

[sea] if you're waiting for his go-ahead to kill slatfatf, you may be waiting a while. red hasn't been online for 2 weeks, last i checked. but you guys should feel free to take the fight elsewhere... make your own private battle forum, if need be.

*sea adresses all three*

[sea] until red returns, i'm afraid i'll have to ask you boys to behave. and don't touch anything.

I wasn't gonna fight, any way some of those are mine

I've been making good use of my time......

*continues filling another magazine with a bluish hazed bullet, the others are safely tucked away*

[ooc] ummmmmmmmm.... Azreal isn't the angel of death, he never was.... and i find yet another person that wants a theological debate, i'm beginning to regret this character choice

[deth] *to sea* as you wish Mistress.... *deth bows and leaves the hanger in a flurry of hooves, his Hrulgin mount rears up once before dissapearing into the shadows*

*sea nods, dusts her hands, then goes to have a peek at the inventory*

muslim angel of death, any way sea I shouldn't bother most of this is undeclared

*A door opens off to one side, and Mystrunner slides in.*

Goooog morning mystrunner *looks up* oh my name appears to have changed, Darth sounds so much better than slatfatf dontcha think? any thing I can do for you?

*Looks up.*

I don't believe we've met before, have we?

No, I don't recall. I'm looking for a client.

you appear to make habit of hanging around in rafters as I recall, any way, what sort of client?

One who might have use of my own personal services...