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Post by Lotus on Jun 5, 2015 16:49:30 GMT -6
As the large 3rd Class Assault vessel approached the ship deftly named Jojo's Bizarre Adventurers Market, Ganza smiled reluctantly. He'd expected a grant merchant fleet, not some scrap vessel waiting to die in space. He quickly hailed the ship. "This is Ganza of the FGF. I've come to answer a personal summoning g for the potential acquisition of equipment. Do I have the right vessel?". He'd been exploring these coordinates for some time, and was nearly convinced that Sanson. Had sent him on a prank summons. That was until he discovered this vessel.
The FGF was low on manpower and equipment, and a good deal like this could easily set Ganza in motion toward a promotion. A promotion. Would prove to the FGF that he was a man. A burly, muscly manly man.
Ganza glanced at his reflection in the window to check that his hair wasnt mussed and that his scouter was straight. After a few moments of self adoration, he rested back in his seat. Hopefully an answer would come sooner than later.
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Leo
5th Class
Posts: 42 
Race: Genie
Affiliation: none
Powerlevel: 425
HP: 20
KI: 20
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Vitality: 2
Energy: 2
Zeni: 675
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Post by Leo on Jun 5, 2015 21:01:59 GMT -6
Jojo glanced at his suddenly noisy communications panel, and hit a tab to reply to the incoming customer with his traditional eerie, "Hiiii..." After a lengthy pause, he added in his trademark sing-song voice that made it difficult to tell whether he was mocking one or not, "I'm super-glad you sent your bitch out to waste my time before coming here in person. What can I get you today? Some armor perhaps?"
Ganza being the way he was about his masculinity, perhaps he would change his mind based on all this and decide that he was being pranked by Arba after all.
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Post by Lotus on Jun 12, 2015 14:20:09 GMT -6
Ganza, the large, green, and beautiful man, was flabbergasted by the merchant's language and attitude. "Why I'll have you know that I only have professional relationships with my subordinates, and." Ganza pauses to flex his massive chest. "I'm a man, got it?!" He glared as intimidatingly as he could muster at the sable beast. "Now, to business." He ruffled his hair and averted his gaze away from Jojo. "I hear that you've got some top grade combat armor that you'd like to sell, en mass, to the Free Galactic. Well I'm here to tell you that we're interested." Ganza smiled and flashed all of his flawlessly cared for teeth. "We just need your word that you'll not give trade to the Icerian Empire, and we've got a potential deal. Deal?" He blinked and turned his eyes on Jojo. The movement made it appear that Ganza had waved his eyelashes at Jojo, which in some corners of the universe, was a come-on. Nobody could get that through to Ganza though.
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Leo
5th Class
Posts: 42
Race: Genie
Affiliation: none
Powerlevel: 425
HP: 20
KI: 20
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Vitality: 2
Energy: 2
Zeni: 675
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Post by Leo on Jun 12, 2015 20:31:38 GMT -6
Jojo raised an eyebrow and asked, "What, are you going to pay me for every piece of space armor I don't sell to them on top of every piece of space armor I do sell to you? That sounds like a pretty good deal. So, that's 400 zeni per space armor unit, plus 400 zeni per space armor unit denied to your apparent enemies. 800 zeni per space armor delivered, plus 400 per space armor on layaway past that." He walked over to his crate of space armor, and opened it, then asked, "How many do you want, and how many do you want to not be sold to the... Who was it again?" He shook his head and said, "Well, doesn't matter that much. Can I get you anything else? I also have a good variety of scary needles, for those of you who are injured."
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