Anzhela's Armory/Shop Log

Inventory Shop Log
Below is a log of all written encounters within Anzhela's Armory, owned by Anzhela Didenko. This log will be amended with the conclusion of every meeting, and may be turned in by those who have contributed as well.

## Elantia

### First Sale to Queen Quila

Walking into the armory with a certain pep in her step, the Black and White Queen Quila once more ventures forth into a store that caught her fancy. Flanked by four guards who take in the sights alongside her, she gives a curtsy to the shop clerk and begins perusing the items available for sale. Finding her eyes resting upon a TMHA RF-147 Hunting Rifle, she observes the detail and foreign design. Thinking over her options, she inevitably comes to the front clerk and speaks in a cheery voice.

"Good evening madam, it appears I have walked into the right store today. I so fancy a good hunt every once and a while, it almost seems like fate that I ended up within your abode."

Giving a chuckle, she adds "I believe I will buy the RF-147 Hunting Rifle along with a magazine and ammunition."

The store itself as she entered would resemble a small summer cottage, wooden walls and nary an electric light, being lit only by candle-stick flames mounted from pillars here and there. Some objects were out on the wooden shelves that were fit in the small area, such as scopes and other accessories, however others such as the rifles would be replaced by a tablet; you could touch it and alter a 360 image of the rifle, and if you wanted it could even have it print out a ticket for the owner.

Arrayed around Quila would be disarmed crossbows, swords, and guns hung from the walls here and there; some being quite old, perhaps millennia old from the antiquity of some of their designs. Posters not only from companies would be present, but also old propaganda pieces from during the time of the Abzu; triumphant legionaries vanquishing the enemies of the Empire, Illarian tankers crushing skulls beneath their treads, these were proud but militant pieces-- Weathered by time, their colors had begun to pale significantly.

Behind the counter on the wall would be the flag of Krizovia proudly hung, the black and white dual-color with a stag running onward in the center. To it's left would be a portrait of the Vozhd of Krizovia, and to the right a portrait of the last known Emperor of Abzu; adorned in all the regalia that came with the position. The counter itself had a radio on it, and a bulky black colored cash register/terminal.

"...Up fifteen percent, loyal subjects of Krizovia, your hard-"

This would be flicked off midway by the proprietor, who would be a wraith-- Though unlike the Shabhyas of the North, they would have some degree of color to them. Their attire would be simple; consisting of a simple tunic, uniform pants, and a cape. A large cap would rest on her head, bearing the mark of Krizovia on it's metal badge, the black dear running ever onward.

She leaned up to the counter and rested her folded hands on it, giving a nod. Her facial expression was straight and neutral, as was common of Illarians and Krizovians, being emotive during business was not a known aspect of them.

She spoke in broken Aoshanti, a mixture of her thick accent and outdated language structure;

"The Tullani rifle, yes. Cheap and reliable, very good, it will last very long time."

She'd glance up at her, "I suggest more ammunition, perhaps? Need rounds to acquaint with gun eh... Train, each gun different."

"I can also give case, if want bring on Vigila or elsewhere with gunlaw-- Cannot bring planetside without."

"I believe a case will be in order then and certainly a second set of ammunition! One does not buy a gun simply to stare at it after all."

She'd give a nod and lean down below the counter top, opening a cabinet and then accessing a locked ground compartment, she'd hover her finger as she moved along a carousel armed with a litany of black leather weapon cases.

"Маленький пистолетный чемоданчик, маленький пистолетный чемоданчик, где ты сейчас...?" She'd quietly hum to herself, idly pointing at the cases as they swished by, before eventually stopping the carousel and picking out a case of a long-rifle.

Putting it on the counter she'd tap the top of it, it had a small keypad and magnetic card slot reader on the top of it, along with an auxiliary scanner for blood analysis. Pressing on the card slot reader for a moment, out would come the cases's magnetic card, which she'd put on the top of it.

"Okay, so I have RF-147, two magazine, and two magazine of bullet."

"Along with this," she'd say as she slapped the top of the case again idly. Punching in the order into the terminal, the keyboard making a "ka-chunk" sound every time she put in an input, eventually from the thermal print machine a receipt would be shot out. The cubit drive reader would make a quiet beep.

She'd point a finger half-heartedly to the receipt, "1,650,000 is price. Weapon will be brought to ship, gun law demand it."

"That sounds like a plan."

She begins to take a pouch out.

### First Sale to Lerin Mantalli

Lerin walked into the Armory shop with a drive for money in one hand and a glass of Torkacan whiskey in the other. He took his time strolling on through the shop, taking in the sights and different cool looking armor and guns. He stopped when he looked to the back and saw Anzhela, he straightened out his posture and walked up to her quietly. "Ah hello Miss, I think we have met before?" he said in his business-like tone and took a look at his cubit drive for a moment before sucking down the whiskey. "Perhaps you could help me find some good armor and a gun. I lost mine"

Giving a brief wave to Quila as she left, her gaze turned to Lerin and she gave a nod as he entered, resting a hand on the counter as he approached.

"I can maybe help. I see how fight in arena, want submachine gun and light armor, yes?"

She cocked a brow upward as she asked the question.

Lerin smirked for a moment "Yes I would like a new submachine gun, however I would like to upgrade my light armor to medium. It offers me more protection from undesirables" he said and pointed to his padded suit "This wont do anymore"

He gave her the drive which had another 10 million cubits on it "Give me the best you have of it, do not worry about the money either, whatever I dont spend you can keep to help with the shop. No strings attached this time" he smiled.

Taking the cubit drive, she'd slide it beside the register.

"Hmm, okay."

She'd fiddle with the terminal for a moment, tapping away at it, before eventually she'd stop and turn the screen around so it was facing him. Gesticulating with her hand, on the screen would be a black rifle of a bullpup design, though with a collapsible stock and shortened barrel, "M-74606C, carbine use by Krizovian Militia, Krizovian gun. Very good, best."

"Rapid-fire direct energy, effective, lightweight, reliable--" She would say, pointing towards the price on the bottom, "37 million cubit, but worth it."

She would press the down arrow on her keyboard, putting into view a diagram of what appears to be a set of medium infantry armor; "then M-125, what our Arbalarry wear. Effective in combat, stop lots, can't expect walk around with it though, only for warrior time."

"One hundred million."

She'd fold her hands on the table, "both of this would be one hundred and thirty seven million, plus ammunition and case."

Lerin scratched his chin for a moment before he took out a Lesser Empyrean Power Crystal and held it in the palm of his hand and showed it to her "Would this suffice for a trade for the best?" he asked with a smirk and put it into her hands "I won this after a few good bruises"

He gave her the 10 million cubit drive "And take this, it would do you well" he said and transfered 5 million of it to her store account. "Whether or not I was stupid to insult such a coward from a regime is irrelevant. You seem a good person, so use this to upgrade the store, that or give it to Shadriabun Nil at his store. Weaponize a Balae" He snickered at that

Her eyes would glance down at his hand and would remain locked there, the LEPC reflecting off of her eyes as she stood there awestruck, her mouth slightly open. She then glanced up at him, then back down at the LEPC, back and fourth.

"Опа блять..." She'd mutter under her breath, before taking the LEPC and nodding, "yes, yes, this good for payment. Very good, I-- Eh..."

She stammered, fumbling with her tunic pocket as she put the LEPC away, "...Thank. Weapon military grade, should be shipped to vessel. Case too, and I give four ammunition."

"A-Ah, ah... Ehm... Thank again. Remember keep gun in case when on Vigila, only take out for duel."

Lerin nodded to her before he took out a cigar and bit down on it and took out a lighter "Dontcha worry I aint gonna smoke it in here, too many possible explosive things" he said and left the shop with a wave and a trail of smoke followed after him once he lit it outside.

### First Sale to Scarlex Mitrovska

A pale-faced nearhuman slunk into the store, a cubit drive already in her right hand.

"Hello, ma'am," she greeted Anzhela. "I have come on behalf of Mr. Orsik Corvosa - he wishes to buy the Power Crystal you're offering."

Anzhela had been glued to her terminal the entire time, back up straight, shoulders hunched as she watched her posted offer on the ethernet. Hearing someone come in, she quickly swiveled in her chair to see them-- Her eyes quickly becoming star struck as the near human spoke, a buyer! Already?

"Y-Yes, yes! Very good, have here." She'd say, stammering and patting her tunic pocket, the shape of a LEPC being seen inside of it as she pressed against it. Quickly pounding into her keyboard with the knuckle of her finger, almost misstyping a few times, the terminal would let out a beep.

Out from the thermal-paper printer a receipt would shoot out, listing the singular item and it's price; ninety quintillion cubits. The cubit reader beside the printer lit its slot up, blinking a red color.

Scarlex slotted the drive into the terminal, a rare, somewhat genuinely glad smirk subtly struggling against her otherwise statuesque facial composure. When it was done transferring the massive amount of currency, Scarlex pulled it out and slipped it into a coat pocket.

She'd glance down at the terminal screen, and seeing the payment confirmed, would only be forced to break the usual neutral expression she usually has; smiling and glancing up at Scarlex. Quickly fumbling her hand to her tunic, she'd take out the LEPC, and with both hands would quickly put it in Scarlex's hand.

Giving a shake of the hand as she does this, in her best broken Aoshanti she'd quickly say, "Rhya bless you, thank for business!"
Scarlex Mitrovska

Scarlex allowed herself to finally, properly smile back. "You too, ma'am," she said, psionically levitating the crystal for a moment before sliding it into her pocket.

"Hm..." she said as her eyes scanned the shop. "I think I'll browse a little more for myself, if that's okay."
Anzhela Didenko

She gave a nod and gestured towards the rest of the store,

"Of course!"

After some minutes browsing over Anzhela's inventory, Scarlex returned.

"I'll take one of the buckler shields, and one of the M-74601 handguns, plus two clips of ammo and a case for it."
Anzhela Didenko

Dropping under the counter, she'd do the same song and dance she did before for Quila; opening the cabinet and and accessing the floor vault with the case carousel. She'd quickly spin the carousel around, her hands still shaking to a slight degree, before suddenly grabbing it when the handgun case came into view; a finely made black leather covered metal case with a gray keypad and LCD display, even having an auxiliary blood identification system.

"Okay!" She'd say, still brimming with energy and popping out the cases's keycard, putting it on the top. "Reyndzher buckler, M-74601, two magazine of bullet, and case."

Tapping the top of the case once with the palm of her hand, she'd plug in the listings into the terminal, soon the thermal-paper printer popping out the receipt. Once again, the drive slot's light would begin to blink.

"That is total of ehh, 51,655,000."

Scarlex took out a separate cubit drive, plugged the price into it, and slotted it into the terminal.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Miss Didenko."

She smiled,

"Thank! I wish you very good day, your weapons should be send to vessel soon."

### Second Sale to Lerin Mantalli

Lerin came strolling into the armory once again, though this time he had a serious reason for going. His side was really hurting and he knows he should have went to the hospital for his rib which he knew was probably sprained. Still he came into the armory with a smile on his face as he went up to the first aid kit he saw on the shop list.

He picked it up and brought it to the shopkeeps counter where he lightly sat it down. “Hello Anzhela, don’t worry this is the last time I am here. I gotta leave after this” he gave a grin

“This uh.. medkit will be all I need, got a bit hurt, nothin serious”

Walking into the shop, he would see Anzhela seemingly elsewhere; her eyes glassed over, she'd be staring down at her computer monitor as the ether-radio on the counter played. Her ears would quickly perk up though when he stepped through the door, and she'd snap out of it.

"Oh, hello Lerin. Not see in long while." She'd say in her usual broken Aoshanti, flicking off the radio in the process with her off hand.

"Time at eh... Game over?" She would remark, taking the med-kit and plugging it's code into the monitor.

Lerins smile weakened and sort of went sad for a moment "Yeahh I think I have overstayed my welcome here in Elantia. Especially since I have to get back to my obligations back at Kaprazia" he scratched his scraggly chin for a moment.

"Things here have been good though, haven't had much trouble with anyone. Made some new acquaintances, yknow how it goes" he took out a cubit drive containing 150,000 cubits and placed it on the counter. "I think this covers it friend." he smiled again

Taking the drive, she'd slot it into the receptacle for the register, it soon making a beep as she yanked the drive back out and handed it back to him. "I see, I see. Yes."

Handing him back the medkit as well, she'd offer a nod. "Well, wish best of luck."

"Yep! you too! have a good rest of the month" he waved as he took the medkit and put it between his left armpit and walked out of the shop.