It's good to be bad

It was late at night, and the alleyway outside of Darkheart Artifacts was void of nearly all life, save the intrepid few who braved the back alleyways of the Underground. Xavier was currently seated behind the heavy mahogany counter which served as the main service desk. Impeccably dressed as always, his hair was styled, suit vest devoid of all wrinkles, and a very expensive gold watch was securely fashioned around his right wrist.

However, Xavier was far from idle. He had a polishing rag in one hand, and a field guide to ancient Mayan burial locations in the other. Business has been slow of late, and as the store was closing soon for the night, he thought that he might as well get to planning his next excursion.

Out of curiosity, Xavier scanned the dim interior of the store. Racks and racks of his procured or created items, weapons, and pieces of equipment were laid about the racks organized by type. and size. "Well, at least it's quieter than the shop back home." He muttered to himself.

He lifted his wrist slightly and checked his watch. Even though closing time was approaching, it seemed time wanted to take its leisurely, well, time.

With another exasperated sigh, he rose from the chair, and placed the polishing rag onto the shelf set into the back of the counter. Xavier then walked back through the heavy oak door which lead to the workshop, if anyone did some in, which he doubted at this time of night. The bell above the door would alert him to their entrance.

@Foxy
@Kadakism

"One moment!" Xavier called from his work room as he dropped a particularly dense sheet of mana resistant metal. He quickly wiped his hands on a spare rag before nonchalantly throwing the rag over his shoulder. Xavier braced himself, checked his watch, and made sure a spare switchblade was hidden up one of his sleeves in the event the feds had come knocking.

With a deep breath, he pushed open the door to the main area of the store. His eyes immediately landed on a lone stranger. He wasn't dressed as immaculately as Xavier was, although his clothes weren't in complete disarray either.

"Good. I don't need to throw another hobo out this week." Xavier tiredly thought to himself as he remembered the prior incident involving a homeless man, and overturned shelf, and several anti-personnel stun cannons. "I still need to scrub those scorch marks out of the floor." He mentally noted to himself as he approached the counter and flashed the man one of his winning smiles.

"Welcome! I see you've stumbled upon my humble shop. What can I do for you?" Xavier said as he produced his notepad from his back pocket and held a pen ready to document whatever order these two had come here for.

He momentarily had the odd sensation that he was being watched, however he chose to ignore his gut feelings for once and continued to exude the confidence of a practiced businessman.

@Kadakism
@Foxy

Xavier's ears perked up at the word cash and he instantly was more alert. "Well now, I'm sure I have something to fulfill a request for a gentleman such as you." He began to jot down several notes onto his notepad before he looked back up at Fitz. "Now then, what exactly is it that you require?" Xavier asked, flashing his trademark smile whilst gesturing around the shop.

"I'll even throw in a discount as you're a new customer, and I do love my patrons. Twenty Percent discounted price, your choice." Xavier said while still grinning. "Perfect, once I have him sold, he'll be coming back regularly. I just hope he has the pocketbook to sustain such a thing."

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he felt the odd sensation he was being watched, although Xavier chalked it up to nerves. His alarm systems would've alerted him much sooner should anyone else be inside the shop. Xavier mentally shrugged and tucked his notepad into the back pocket of his slacks.

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