Post by dazbreaker on Apr 15, 2021 20:32:15 GMT -5
The market was surprisingly barren at the moment. This was good for Zira. From what she gathered some rather high stakes fights were going on in the arena, so much of the island was busy either making money off of it, participating, or spectating. She herself had been appointed with the responsibility of gathering supplies. She suspected that Ruby was looking to trade in Bluebeards ship and purchase one suited for their needs, which would require her attention elsewhere. Besides, Zira wanted to look for some specific ingredients she could use to fix Cornelius' legs.
"I'll be back shortly if you can have that all prepared for me?" Zira said as she handed over a piece of paper to the storekeeper. While a bit unsettled by her appearance, he adjusted his glasses and took a look. She stood out among the other customers, being seven feet tall, covered in striped fur, and not being at all human. She was wearing tight fitting cargo shorts, and a matching khaki button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. A broad rimmed khaki colored sun hat pushed down her mohawk, which she was wearing down anyways.
"Hmmm. Yeah we can do most of this. Might know a few stores that can get the rest." He looked up at Zira, rubbing his mustache with a professional smile. "You got money right? This kind of order ain't cheap. You putting together a ship or something?" He was awfully curious. Zira was friendly, but didn't want to advertise her intentions without good reason. Zira reached between her cleavage and produced a bag of golden coins provided by her captain.
"You can keep the change. Call it an investment in your discretion if you like." Zira said while turning to the door. The man opened the bag and stifled a surprised grunt.
"Aye. I understand yer meaning ma'am. We will handle everything." His voice disappeared when the door closed, and the Mink was suddenly almost by herself on what should be vibrant, bustling streets. Instead the Cuidedela kingdom was busy entertaining itself with violence. Zira crossed her arms and sighed. Thinking about her recent fights, how things had escalated. It was certain she would also be heading for more conflict, which meant violence.
But she was a doctor first. And Cornelius needed her help. It was her fault he was hurt. So she turned down a side alley, heading for a part of town where the markets were set to have rarer, potentially illegal items for sale. The ingredient she needed was rare, but just maybe she could find it in a place like that.