strolls past the warehouse, whistling to himself.

frowns. "You again. If you're here for weaponry, realize that the price *isn't* negotiable."

him a smirk. "Ja, that's what you said last time~ Before you sold it to me for what, half price~?"

raises an eyebrow. "Of course. Tell me, were the weapons as high quality as you expected?" Because half price meant half quality.

raises an eyebrow himself. "Why do you think I'm *back*?"

smirks. "Of course. Will you be taking the *good* stock this time? Full price."

scoffs. "Of course I want the *good* stock!" ...but he's not going to be paying full price.

gestures behind him into the warehouse. "Take a look, then. This location will probably only be secure for a few more weeks at most."

nods, following him, crossing his arms. He looks at all the boxes as he walks by, trying to gauge what's top quality and what's not."

doesn't bother to inform him of the quality of each item. He describes a few effects or statistics, but doesn't give advice.

doesn't need advise! He just needs the guns.

can quite easily provide them, provided Gilbert pays what he's supposed to.

his prices are insane and is not going to pay them.

high prices because he has quality weaponry, that isn't likely to be found elsewhere.

he has hight prices because he has a big ego.

the point is moot since Roderich is the one with the stash of rare weapons and it doesn't matter how high he sets his prices.

just wants the damn guns arlready

Gilbert to pay already. :/

not paying until he sees the guns.

...shows him the guns?

tries to grab them.

holds them back. "It may have slipped your mind, but usually money is involved when you *buy something.* "

grabs a random gun and points it at him, smirking. "Not *this* time."

looks at him expressionlessly - in the black market business, you really have to come prepared. He cocks the gun he himself is holding, for

show more than anything, then blows a silver whistle around his neck. "You have ten seconds to run. Fire a shot

in here and the warehouse locks down."

he's bluffing and doesn't move, but keeps the gun trained on him.

raises an eyebrow. "Are you going to let your pride kill you? Last chance." He reaches for a peg on the wall - it has a gas mask.

falters a bit, staring at the gas mask. "...Wait, what's that for?"

puts on the gas mask, the words "five seconds" filtering eerily through.

...is sure he's bluffing. After all, if some type of poisonous gas was released in here, the guns would blow up, and

he was still inside and he was pretty sure Roderich wasn't suicidal. Maybe.

isn't stupid. There's a chemical breakdown that ignites gunpowder, for the guns here that actually use that, and the gas has none of those

compounds. [[10 KNO3 + 3 S + 8 C → 2 K2CO3 + 3 K2SO4 + 6 CO2 + 5 N2. /Wiki |D But tell me if I have no idea what I'm

talking about. >>; /not sciencey ]]

[Ffff, hell if I know] suddenly finds himself unable to breath. He drops his gun to put his hands around his neck, trying to take deep

breaths. He's so focused on trying to breath, he doesn't even think about leaving.

looks at him dispassionately, stooping to try and pick the gun up. This is actually the dangerous part - if Gil can put together enough

thought to grab the gun again, he'll get there first. He keeps his own gun trailed on him.

These are extreme measures, but the warehouse is home ground. It *has* to be well protected.

sees Roderich moving out of the corner of his eye and quickly grabs the gun, pointing it at him. He tries to say something,

but only ends up having a coughing fit.

raises an eyebrow behind the mask. "Throw it away, if you want to live much longer. Fire, and I won't let up."

[[Also it is one of these creeper masks okay: taiwanboi.smugmug.com/ph... ]]

tries to keep the gun trained on him, but finds it hard when he's coughing and desperately trying to breath.

shakes his head and makes a "tsking" noise that echoes bizarrely. He swipes the gun out of Gil's weakened hands. "Get to the side entrance

and a guard will let you out. Unless," he adds smugly, "You have to be carried."

him a dirty glare, and walks to the side door. Or, he would if his legs weren't as weak as his arms. He stumbles to his knees, arms back

around his neck, gasping for breath.

sighs as if Gil is asking him an obnoxious favor and scoops him up. "And this, good *sir,* is why you do not *ever*" - he walks to the door,

where the guard stands waiting with a mask of his own - "Steal from *me.*" Gil has a good looking face,

under the lack of oxygen. Too bad he's an idiot. As the door opens, he flings him out.

falls to the ground, gasping for breath--air, air, oh how wonderful it is to breath *air*! He turns

and glares at Roderich through his gasps and coughs. "F-Fucking Bastard...!"

smirking, but it's invisible behind the mask. "A lesson for next time." And he closes the door.

catches his breath and stumbles to his feet. He glares at the guards and stalks away, already planning for revenge.