TURN 03 - AlexeiThe correct reaction, I believe, is to ignore her and keep walking. However, having already established myself as a crazy foreigner I think I can get away with this: pretend to misunderstand. Pretend to be completely oblivious as to what she really means, just say "oh, of course." Hand her a thousand yen note and keep walking. Resume my conversation with Kimiko as if nothing happened.
The man-woman snatches the money indignantly and curses Alexei sharply whilst quickly nestling the note away in his clothes. She walks back down the street.
"You want to buy something,"
"Yes, we'll be fast. I know what I want, no need to browse."
Buy:
* 2 black karate belts $20 for the pair
* 4 bokken (curved, with hilt, katana-length) $50 each
* 2 brass knuckles $40 for the pair
* 6 sageo cords $30 each ty for link
Use two sageo to create a pair of mounting loops on each side of my backpack. Sheathe the bokken through the loops, two on each side with hilts extending above my shoulders so I can draw with both hands simultaneously. Thread a karate belt through the holsters I bought for my pistol and combat knife, and put it on over the top of my trenchcoat. Pistol on right hip, knife on left. Then toss the extra belt, and four sageo in my bag, and the brass knuckles in a coat pocket. Thank the proprietor then let him get back to sleep.
Total shopping cost is $440
Mr. Batou and Yumiko look on as Alexei skillfully ropes and belts up and when finished, stands tall and weaponized and extremely dangerous looking. As dangerous as any human could possibly look, without an automatic weapon. The owner raises one eyebrow when Alexei waves his thanks, and calls out,
"Oooi! Take this stuff," he tosses a small can at Alexei with a thick arm. "It'll bring ya good luck out there. Don't use it on yer hair though, pretty boy. Come drop by again if ya make it back alive." Alexei looks at the can, it says, "HOKKAIDO PURE NON-SYNTHETIC OIL". As Alexei and Yumiko leave, they can see him lighting up a cigarette and rocking on his chair, seemingly lost in thought.