PART 6: Properly Equipped
[Enter Light Warriors in Corneria]
SPEK: What a pompous old fool! We'll never be able to buy adequate supplies now!
PSIKO: You're telling me! How should we divvy up the gold, 100 apiece?
ROSE: That sounds fair. Lets see how much a spell costs here.
[The group enters the White Magic Shop]
WMAGE: Hello. How are you young folks doing?
ROSE: Fine, thank you very much for asking.
WMAGE: Now then, what can I help you with?
ROSE: Well, we would like to know how much a spell would cost here.
WMAGE: I can sell them to you for 100 gold each.
PSIKO: By Deisuken's Boots of Light-footedness, 100 gold! What spells do you have?
WMAGE: We have CURE, HARM, FOG, and RUSE.
PSIKO: What kind of a magic shop is this, only four level one spells!?
WMAGE: So what? We live in a small town.
ROSE: Stop it. (To the White Mage) I'll take CURE, please. [Pays 100 gold and gets a scroll]
WMAGE: Thank you, anything else?
ROSE: No, that should be all. Thank you.
WMAGE: Please come again.
[The party exits the White Magic Shop]
SPEK: What the bloody hell do you think you were doing, buying a spell!?
ROSE: I had 100 gold, right?
SPEK: Yes.
ROSE: And the spell was 100 gold, right?
SPEK: Yes.
ROSE: SO WHAT IS THE PROBLEM!?
SPEK: Umm...nothing.
[Rose slaps Spek, who crashes into a wall]
PSIKO: Wow, that was incredible!
SPEK: She REALLY likes me. [Catches back up to the group]
TRACER: Ha! You got beat up by a girl!
SPEK: Shut up! You do realize that I have enough power in my left pinky to destroy this entire city, don't you?
TRACER: Umm...well...uh...you got beat up by a girl!
SPEK: (Shaking with anger) THAT'S IT! YOU ARE GOING DOWN! (Stops, and gets embarrassed) Um...never mind.
PSIKO: You forgot that all your spells were stolen, right?
SPEK: Um...yeah.
TRACER: Yeah, look who has the low intelligence score now! [Everyone looks at Tracer] Why are you all looking at me?
PSIKO: Well, comparing your character sheet to everyone else's, your intelligence score is significantly lower than everyone else's.
TRACER: Oh...well...Spek got beat up by a girl, yo!
SPEK: Grr...eat electric death, dumbass!
PSIKO: You are forgetting something.
SPEK: What now, can't you see I'm about to make Tracer eat electric death!?
PSIKO: Your spells were stolen, remember?
SPEK: Damn it all! This is worse that the time when I cast ICE3 and made hell freeze over. Then those stupid Frost Dragons moved in, and I had to blame it all on Tracer, thus securing him into a binding contract where he had to sign his soul over for all eternity! [Enter Devil]
DEVIL: Aha! So it WAS you after all! Your soul shall be mine! [Exit Devil]
TRACER: I knew it couldn't have been me, I don't even HAVE magic.
SPEK: Shut up! Just shut the hell up!
ROSE: Alright, lets just drop the subject and go into the armory here. [The party enters the armory]
SMITH: Good day, how may I help you?
PSIKO: We would like to browse through your wares here in this fine shop. What do you have in magical armor?
SMITH: Nothing.
PSIKO: What!?
SMITH: We have no magical armor here.
PSIKO: Then what DO you have?
SMITH: I have Chain Mail, Wooden Armor, and Cloth.
PSIKO: By Bertucci's Mail of Elemental Protection, is that all!?
SMITH: Yes, that is all I have.
SPEK: Well, we do need equipment, so this will have to work for now.
PSIKO: But its so cheap and...nonmagical, not to mention it has the AC equivalent to a suit of fine Leather Armor.
SPEK: And do you have a suit of fine Leather Armor?
PSIKO: No.
SPEK: Then shut up before I...damn that thief who stole my spell book!
ROSE: Stop it you two. (To Smith) How much do they cost?
SMITH: 80, 50, and 10 gold respectively.
ROSE: I'll take the Cloth, please. [Hands him gold and gets Cloth]
PSIKO: Wait a minute, didn't you already use your 100 gold?
ROSE: Yes, but the group needed that so I could heal us. Would you rather that I don't heal you in battle if you get wounded?
PSIKO: I can heal myself.
ROSE: With what?
PSIKO: Um...never mind. (To Smith) I'll take the Chain Mail. [Pays the man and gets Chain Mail]
SPEK: I guess I'll take Cloth as well. [Pays the man and gets Cloth] What about you Tracer, what would you like?
TRACER: I like swords!
SPEK: Which ARMOR do you want?
TRACER: Oh, Chain Mail, yo! [Pays the man and gets Chain Mail] Onto yon weapon shop!
[The party exits armory and enters the weapon shop]
BSMITH: Welcome. How may I help you?
PSIKO: Show us your goods, my good man.
BSMITH: Well, I have these Wooden Nunchucks.
TRACER: Dude, that gives me an idea!
SPEK: What is that?
TRACER: Sword-chucks, yo!
SPEK: That has to be the dumbest thing I've ever heard.
BSMITH: And I have this Wooden Staff, these Small Daggers, a Wooden Hammer, and these Rapiers.
TRACER: SWORDS! I want swords! How much, yo?
BSMITH: Well, the staff and the dagger are 5 gold apiece, and the rest are 10 each.
TRACER: I want swords, yo! [Give the man the gold and gets a Rapier]
BSMITH: Oh, and I have this one Boomerang left.
TRACER: That gives me another idea! Sword-rangs, yo!
PSIKO: That might actually be dumb enough to work!
SPEK: An idea of his work? Nah! It'll never happen. I'll take a Small Dagger. [Pays man and gets Small Dagger]
ROSE: A Wooden Hammer for me. [Pays man and gets Wooden Hammer]
PSIKO: I guess a Rapier will work for now. [Pays man and gets Rapier]
TRACER: Swords, yo!
SPEK: Shut up and lets go kick Garland's ass!
[Exeunt]