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Post by Kail Valliere on Jul 10, 2018 1:12:03 GMT -6
Mason jar splashed against steel lid, the Saiyan cowboy shaking it at a skeptical city slicker. "Listen now mate, this 'ere's the best shine 'round the world. Got aliens from other worlds jumpin' jets to grab a jar. Yer bitchin' ain't gonna make it cost no less." The man's thick drawl was obvious, he hadn't been on Vegeta for quite a few years after all. And anyone had the tendency to pick up things such as slang and way of talking. "License to brew ain't cheap, and to sell it I have to pay some man from the South to drive up here and make sure it's clean." The man yanked the bottle out of the Sheriff's hands, and corked it open. The swig he gave it wasn't big, but it sent him coughing. Kail barely catching the jar and capping it with half a disgusted sound.
Waving the man off, the grizzled man set the bottle back in the crate with the few dozen others. Packed in straw to keep them from being shaken too much, after all it wasn't exactly easy to make legal moonshine. You'd think people would appreciate the effort he made for it, especially with being a lawman on top of it!
"No respect these days, stop aliens from eatin' folk, make good shine." Head was shaken, before dark metal hand darted into long leather duster. Yanking half a cigar out, it was a short matter of work to have a controlled blast of ki send it back to smoldering. Thin, scarred lips sucked smoke in, before blowing it out the opposite corner of his mouth. Furry simian tail swayed unhappily behind it's master as he lent back on the crate. Arms folded in a way so the battle scratched cybernetic was first. That's how it always was though, he'd had the damn thing for a near decade now and instinct said to try and avoid losing any more limbs if he could help it.
"Hmpf, this was stupid." He thought outloud, no idea why he'd let his buddy talk him into trying and sell his booze. Better to go bug the government for a better paycheck, and as rough as it was to get a single penny from those pinchers in the administrative building; it wasn't any easier selling moonshine, legal it may be. Most people just didn't have a want or need for some simple country crock pot whiskey.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 11, 2018 15:34:27 GMT -6
SHERIFF SHININ'
| Banshee's PL: 24,250 |
Some people are just spoiling to spoil fun. That certainly was the case for one particular ghost, fluttering her way through North City amidst the shocked cries and screams of passers-by who noted a wisp, formless red specter with a straw farm hat perched atop its otherwise indistinguishable form. The ghost paused only when she caught sight of the Sheriff, apparently selling some kind of drink. Moonshine? No, it couldn't be. That would be against some kind of law. At least, that's what the ghost thought: it had been quite a long time since she had brushed up on the law in North City. But one way or another, she had her mind set to annoy this man and his little set-up.
She fluttered up and peeked out from underneath the straw hat, a wicked grin forming across her ethereal form. When she spoke, it was with the disembodied voice of a woman. "Well now, law-man!" she chirped, floating right up to prod at one of the mason jars with an arm. "If I didn't know any better, I would suspect you of doing a bad here! Isn't this kind of thing against those laws of yours...?"
She fluttered around to inspect another bottle, leaning in so that one of her eyes was practically pressed up against the glass. "If I remember correctly from my day, this stuff can be pretty dangerous..." she popped her head up to squint at the Sheriff at length. "You're not planning on leaving anyone blinded or something, are you? How much alcohol is in this, per volume? These are important questions."
A smirk crossed her face. "For law-abiding citizens such as ourselves, at least!"
Banshee appears in her plain, red wispy form!
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Post by Kail Valliere on Jul 12, 2018 0:21:45 GMT -6
The Sheriff gave half a start, the rest of the folk at the market not paying enough attention to the grizzled man to notice the specter that popped right up. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he gave the jar in his hand an experimental shake. "Well, I hope it's just me and not the 'shine makin' me see you lil miss." He said, before clearing his throat. Tilting hat up with a thumb, he made a quick glance and letting a sigh of relief out. Just a ghost, not his own life choices making him see things. The Saiyan Officer had already run into one of the girl's species before. Less he'd be even more, understandably, freaked out.
"Usual mason jar holds abouta' pint. 190 proof, 'so reckon it's about ninety percent." Fingers drummed along jars with contents of varying colors, before yanking one out. Instead of crystal clear, it's insides were an amber hue. Unscrewing it, the scent of cinnamon, apple, and spices drifted in the air. "Goin' blind is if ya don't take the header out. When yer brewing, the first...oh, shotglass amount is the bad stuff. I boil it at 160 degrees, that's enough to take out the stuff that makes ya blind. Then when that's gone, ya switch jars and boil it hot as ya can." He said with some tone of pride, offering the jar to the girl.
"Apple pie, took me four years to get it perfect."
He had no clue if the girl could drink it, and he'd also conveniently 'forgotten' to bring up if what he was doing was legal now, or ever.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 12, 2018 2:24:36 GMT -6
SHERIFF SHININ'
| Banshee's PL: 24,250 |
The ghost blinked her eyes at the man's explanation. She didn't actually know much about the health effects of alcohol, but 190-proof sounded like a whole heck of a lot. She reached over to try to snatch one of the mason jars with the intent of pulling the cap off and draining the entire thing in one, long go! The answer to whether or not she got drunk would be answered very soon. She certainly couldn't taste the alcohol when it hit her tongue, otherwise she couldn't have gulped it down so fast. Did she even have the right organs to process alcohol in this wispy form..?
The answer, it seemed, was yes.
Whether it was an actual physical reaction or just something brewed up in her head thanks to living memories, the ghost began to wobble and waver in mid-air. Her eyes circled around in their formless sockets, unable to focus on any one thing for too long. "This isn't that strong..." came her voice, slow and uncertain. "I think you're... holding out on me!"
Suddenly, she lurched forward to try to grab another mason jar! She doesn't look like she's going to stop. "I can take all of this and it won't even affect me!" she shouted, her little grabby arms so poorly aimed she's more likely to knock over half the poor Sheriff's stand than actual come away with more to drink.
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Post by Kail Valliere on Jul 13, 2018 1:22:48 GMT -6
"Easy!" Hand grabbed the back of her collar, yanking the ghost up and holding her at arm's reach. The crate near fell over, but the furry tail untucked from around his waist and caught it, flicking it back up for cowboy boot to plant against it. Keeping it from shattering his hard work from turning from delicious brew to shattered glass and ground water. AWAY from his bottles of mason brewed goodness. Holding her up, the Sheriff let half a sigh out. Carrying the girl and sitting her down on the bed of his truck. Hand patting the top of her head as he set a mason jar half full in her lap.
"Yer quite the odd little ghost aren't you? Try being nicer."
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Post by Banshee on Jul 14, 2018 19:39:29 GMT -6
SHERIFF SHININ'
| Banshee's PL: 24,250 |
The ghost made a dissatisfied face when she was set down on the bed of the truck, slipping down off with the half-full mason jar right after. In this form, her wispy appearance was enough to scare off one or two other approaches. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she figured that adopting her more human look might be more tactful for this social situation... but she was pretty much here to cause trouble! She sipped at the mason jar she had been provided with and fluttered around the street-side, without a care in the world for the people she might be spooking.
"I'm plenty nice!" she protested. "People here are just really boring and don't know how to handle things that are out of their comfort zone. Besides! I'm enforcing the law!"
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Post by Kail Valliere on Jul 16, 2018 11:31:18 GMT -6
"I am the law." Even then, the Saiyan let a laugh out. The odd ghost was certainly stirring folk up, but she hadn't hurt anyone. There was nothing against any law on having a bit of fun, and he was enjoying the break from usual boredom of trying to sell his jars of liquid gold. He walked beside her, now and then grabbing whatever part of her he could to yank her from vanishing through someone, that'd be just rude.
"Yer an odd lil ghost ain't ya? Can't say I've seen one of your kind so prone to trouble."
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Post by Banshee on Jul 27, 2018 20:44:36 GMT -6
SHERIFF SHININ'
| Banshee's PL: 24,250 |
"You're not the law," the ghost replied, apparently taking that comment entirely seriously. "If anything, you're just breaking the law! For your own ends! That means you're an enemy of the law. And an enemy of the law is an enemy of the people. I've learned enough to know that!"
She paused, floating in mid-air. Her attention turned back to the temporarily forgotten moonshine the Saiyan was selling, and she scrunched up her face in mock-thought. "What were you even selling this stuff for, anyways..? Surely there's like, better liquor hanging around in other places. Don't you guys have stories in this place?"
AAA I forgot I was in a thread on Banshee.
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Post by Kail Valliere on Aug 2, 2018 0:52:33 GMT -6
"I have a liquor and distillery license. It's extremely legal." The Sheriff said with half a grin, spinning the bottle on a metal finger before screwing the lid back on and setting it back in the crate with it's fellows. With everyone else rather scared off by the spooky ghost girl, he started packing up shop. Iron fist hammering the tops back on the boxs filled with straw and moonshine, then loading them into the back of his truck.
"What about you eh? Where's yer ghost license? Do I need to take you to spooky jail?" His tone was light, obviously teasing as he continued his work. "As for reasons, my moonshine tastes good, and is strong. People like that about it, you can moonshine any flavor you want if you have the time for it. Fermenting just about anything, then you distill it and it'll be decent shine. Obviously some stuff tastes better then others."
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Post by Banshee on Aug 4, 2018 5:44:29 GMT -6
SHERIFF SHININ'
| Banshee's PL: 24,250 |
"Yeah, yeah. Sure, a permit," the ghost scoffed, reaching up to tug her straw hat down over her eyes. She puffed up her cheeks, which in his form didn't really make a whole lot of difference. "There's no such thing as spooky jail. I didn't even get put in jail when I tried to set siege to this city by attacking banana shipments! That's just something you're making up to try to scare me, and don't even try to pretend otherwise!"
After a moment, the ghost squinted towards the moonshine again. "You can make interesting stuff with other vegetables too, right? Like -- corn or wheat or something. I mean, I wouldn't know!" she quickly shook her head and waved her hands. "But it doesn't all have to be potatoes or... um, moon rocks or whatever you use..!"
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