Merchandise

[Fearmonger]

Pokemon run the black market, so here, cash ain't king. Poke is. You better have the poke to pay. The Empoleon family runs the black market, and they don't take kindly to poor folks.

Merchandise:

Stolen ship 1 in stock: 500 poke
cannon: 150 poke
cannonballs: 50 poke per cannonball
solid gold shedinja statue(stolen) 1 in stock: 800 poke
rifle: 60 poke
pistol: 40 poke
gunpowder: 50 poke per barrel
voodoo doll: 25 poke
assorted shrunken heads: 50 poke each regardless of species
grenades: 50 poke per dozen grenades

Offering his services as an assassin, the weavile pokemorph Weaver is a ruthless mercenary who always gets the job done. he charges a reasonable price of 50 poke an hour{50 poke a post) plus expenses(if he has to buy something). he is trained in the ninja arts and is a strong shinobi. if you choose to hire him, you better be able to pay.

[doctorwho13]

Leif cautiously sought out the black market ready to start bounty hunting but first some lethal death weapons were necessary!

"Hello any Empoleons here? I sure could use some deadly weapons of death. I have money...."

[Fearmonger]

a pair of black clawed hands grabbed Leif from behind and threw him to the ground, and a knee dug into his back. "You better not be a cop." the weavile pokemorph said. "Let him up." Black Market Empoleon stepped out of the shadows. The mercenary stepped off off Leif and brought him to his feet. "we serve everyone, but don't cause trouble. the shrunken heads we sell are from cops and bounty hunters that come after us." Black Market Empoleon ead the way to a tiny building, hidden at the end of a long and dark alley. inside, it looked like most convenient stores, only more threatening. "Weaver, show our customer to the weapons." the weavile pokemorph grrabbed Leif's arm and thrust him past a long shelf of shrunken heads, pokemon, pokemorphs, and human, and into a section where grenades sat in shopping carts and guns hung on the wall. barrels of gunpowder were stacked in pyramids next to piles of cannonballs and cannons.

[doctorwho13]

"This is actually very organized for a black market.....but yeaaaahhhh I'lll uhh take two of these handguns(pistols)and a rifle."

[Fearmonger]

"You should add another rifle to that list. we give a complementary voodoo doll for every two hundred poke spent." Black Market Empoleon said in that cold, cruel voice of hers. the pokemon had a large bounty and had personally murdered every one of the humans, pokemorphs, and pokemon whose heads decorated the shelfs, and then some. she was one of the gentler members of the Empoleon family. The most bloodthirsty was Pirate Lord Empoleon, and the second was his sister, Don Empoleon. "If you want to hire Weaver here, he has been trained in the ninja arts. he is very competent and he has a reasonable price." "I can take damn near anybody." The pokemorph said, thrusting a pair of rifles, a pair of pistols, and a voodoo doll into a shopping basket. he handed the basket to Leif and shoved him to the counter. Black Market Empoleon pointed out the window at a huge ship in the port. "that giant there was captured by my nephew and his crew somewhere out at sea. we're selling it for five hundred poke. interested?"

[doctorwho13]

"No thanks just the one rifle and I don't think I need a ship quite yet..."

[Fearmonger]

Black Market Empoleon's wing flashed out and opened a long and narrow cut on his cheek. Black Market Empoleon let the blood run from her wing to a test tube before handing the tube to Weaver. Weaever put a cork in it and hed a permanent marker to the tube. "Name?" he asked.

[doctorwho13]

OOC just as a note his blood would be a bit green too.
IC
"Leif" he said coldly as he let his cut get healed by leaf clots.
"There are less irritating ways to get DNA samples you know."

[Fearmonger]

{i figured, i just wanted to be careful in case it was another color.}
Weaver wrote it on the test tube. "blood works best for sending curses and powering voodoo dolls." Black Market Empoleon said. "every first time customer has a sample taken. I have a perfect memory, so i'll always remember you." Weaver handed a long, plain brown bag to Leif. the bag neatly hid the items inside. "i suggest heading to Zenigami port

[doctorwho13]

"A perfect memory and yet you need blood, huh?"