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“So why should I give you my Macca?”
The Chagrin seems intent on not giving Flynn any slack, much to his chagrin (no pun intended). As the demon looks like it’s contemplating whether to hurl another Zio at the Samurai, unexpected help comes from his left- in the form of a green demon.
Said Melchom clears his throat a bit loudly, catching the attention of both human and demons. “Excuse me, but we meant no offense! Rather, we wanted to ask that you lend us a bit of your services. And we’d help you whenever you needed, in return.”
The yellow rat blinks, before humming. “Uhhh… okay then! Here, you can have this.”
Dropping Macca into a surprised Flynn’s hands, the white Samurai looked at his Melchom, before the green demon snaps his fingers. “Alright, now you can stab it.”
~*~
Having a banker of Hell as one of your main companions apart from humans probably isn’t conducive to one’s mental health.
But in any case, after failing to sneak off into one of the merchants of Mikado to pawn off that ring he got, he reluctantly hands it back to Hope.
Demons are very easy to heckle for money, despite the fact they tend to love it, themselves; of course, asking Minotaur for money was probably a bad idea. Thankfully, it’s not something his friends seem to take into mind, probably caught in the height of the battle.
~*~
Alarm Clock- It's a bizarrely-shaped object.
“What could this be?” Jonathan taps it on the side, trying to find the use for it.
The shining, golden bells on top of it (though slightly rusted with age- wait since when did gold rust) seemed to interest Flynn, though, and he takes it from Jonathan before touching an odd button on its back.
When it starts ringing, Flynn instinctively throws it, and it ends up on Jonathan’s face before breaking.
Welp.
Guitar- A hard-to-hold cleaning tool.
The strange strings made it grating to get a good grip on it. So, Flynn decides to cut it all away- the mystic relic makes a rather loud sound as the strings snaps.
For some reason, no one wants to buy it in Tokyo, so Flynn ends up selling it to Mikado.
Hairspray- A sticky perfume.
Flynn ends up somehow using it to make his ponytail stick up like a radar before Isabeau catches on to his shenanigans and dumps a bucket of water over his head to get him to stop.
Sewing Machine- Could it be a saddle?
He sat on top of the mystic relic, wondering how this was supposed to be even slightly comfortable.
Sooner or later, he balances it on top his Unicorn before getting on and seeing if it had any functions he didn’t yet notice. All he ended up getting was a powerful kick to the face.
Dejected, he just put it in their selling bin for Tokyo.
Video Camera- Could it be a hammer missing its hilt?
KA-CHANG!
Flynn held the broken relic in his hands. He winces. That was a waste.
(Somewhere, Nozomi suddenly feels like beating Flynn up the next time she sees him.)
Oxycodone- It seems to be a magical medicine.
“How’s Walter?”
Flynn’s uncertain look to Jonathan is answer enough.
Press-On Nails- Could it be a fish scale?
“It’s not edible,” Flynn deadpans.
Leggings- Could it be seaweed?
“Also not edible.”
Ibuprofen- Could they be dried beans?
“Edible.”
High Heels- Could it be to protect one from feces?
Walter flicks the shoes off, towards Flynn’s general direction. “You can try. I can’t fathom how the Unclean Ones can balance in something like this.”
Flynn is somehow good enough to walk around with it for quite a while, but it wasn’t very conducive for combat, so yet another relic into the selling bin. For some reason, Melchom was watching and cackling like a madman.
Maybe it was because of the shoe’s bright red color looking too flashy.
Maid Outfit- Could it be a uniform for some ritual?
“It’s too large for me, but too small for Walter or Jonathan,” Isabeau notes, handing it over to Flynn. “Do you want to see if it fits you?”
The amount of lace was irritating, and the one-piece was too tight around the waist to be even slightly comfortable. It fit him better than any of the others, though, and they noticed the bottom had a bit of a flare too it.
Said bottom also flies up easily to Jonathan’s Moh Shuvuu blowing a slight gust in the store. Said demon also starts laughing without any sign of stopping. Into the selling bin.
Women's Toy- ......
“What is-”
“No.”
“What do you me-”
“No,” Burroughs says flatly. “Please, just put it with your other relics and forget about it. If you don’t meddle with it, you might get a hefty sum.”
Flynn was satisfied with that.
…A moment later, “Don’t sell it to Mikado, either!”
(In any case, it was a good for massaging his back, though it vibrated a bit too much to hold onto easily.)
~*~
So apparently, all the Ashura-Kai approved shop owners knew each other, because all of them refused to buy the photo film.
~*~
The Monastery was normally unguarded when the monks were busy attending to other matters (aka, meeting up to yell at each other over the new discoveries in Tokyo).
Flynn didn’t end up taking too much… and he sold it to B at a relatively low price.
(A day later, he finds the little trinkets he stole back at the Monastery. He then tried the same thing with a green car. It ended up back in there within three hours.)
~*~
Flynn looked at their selling bin for the day.
Flynn also looked at his depleting wallet, and Nozomi’s digital camera.
…
Not today.
~*~
“Yaso-Magatsuhi. Shivering Taboo.”
In little to no time, Flynn easily loots a sleeping Nekomata of all the Macca she possessed. Not even Wastrel Beam can stop this man.
Flynn opens the demon’s mouth and gets Yaso-Magatsuhi to shake her mid-air from her feet. Wads of Macca fall out her mouth like Luxuror’s piggybank.
…He’s not even going to question how that works.
~*~
So Charon doesn’t accept Life Stones.
Even 50 Life Stones.
In any case, Flynn begrudgingly hands over half his Macca before he ends up dead for real.
~*~
“Do you want to buy this Hexagram Rosary? No? Okay.”