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Just around the corner from Harrah's Casino, on the corner of Canal and Camp, is a garish building. With walls painted a meadow green, a roof of dandelion yellow, bars on the windows, and a blinding orange neon sign that screams to the world the name of the shop, stands Kodi's Klutter Gun & Pawn. The pawn section of the store was always a fluid stock, from people pawning and re-buying their crap, or the purchasing of defaulted items. The gun section of the store, however, was meticulously organized. the glass cases held just about any pistol or knife you could look up on google, the racks behind the counter were stocked with shotguns, rifles, and archery equipment, and they were all sorted by caliber/shot size first, and then alphabetically by manufacturer. This made it easier for the old bear who ran the joint to keep track of what exactly was available, and what he needed to order. He knew his clientele intimately, and ninety nine percent of them walked away from his shop happy with the deals made. When any of the 'special' buyers came in, he would pull them to the side, and ask what they really wanted. If they said the right thing, he would tell them to come back at a designated time, and they could peruse his special wares. Mostly, this consisted of weapons that fired silver ammo, or silver bladed weapons. Sometimes, though, the person just wanted the raw power of something classic, like a Thompson Long Gun 1927A-1, more commonly known as a 'Tommy Gun.' He was overlooked by most of the Force, since he provided their Supe officers with silver ammunition, cuffs, and mace containing colloidal silver at an extreme discount. He made a decent living with his shop being right around from the casino, since gamblers always need more money when they tap out. Above the shop, was a three bedroom dingy apartment. The only good thing about it is the staircase on the outside, leading to the street, and the kitchen. His favorite place to be though was attached to the side of the shop. Years ago, he had a garage bay built into the side of the building, for his own personal use. This was where he kept his Big Bear Choppers' Venom bike, and his baby, a '47 Caddy. He was in the shop this very day, issuing a stream of curses at the carbeurator on his hog. The damn thing just didn't want to come off, and he didn't want to force it. He was planning on giving it a nice solvent bath, and polishing it up real nice. Fingers greasy, he kept an ear out for the redneck running the counter, since he knew to holler should he have an issue that needed managerial expertise. __________________

TOMMY GNOSIS

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Oy vey! Tommy was thoroughly glad for the fact that Milo couldn't manage to talk and ride his motorcycle through the city at break neck speeds all at the same time. Well, he probably could have, but Tommy wouldn't have been able to hear much over the wind anyway. He'd asked Milo to come with him to the pawn shop to pick up a guitar for Kevin which had of course led to questions about who Kevin was and who Natalie was and blushing on Tommy's part and Milo calling him a homewrecker and....well...Tommy was just glad the King's amusement had waned.

As the Chopper rolled up in front of the shop Tommy was only too eager to leap off the bitch seat, trip a bit over his boots, and come to a halt. Upright, thank god. Milo drove like some kamakaze pilot over Pearl Harbor. Pushing his hands back through the frazzled mess of his dirty-blonde hair he looked up at the sign overhead and could feel the energy of a lycan inside. Oh boy, here we go. It was always a crap shoot how other lycans would take to the rats, but he was hoping for the best.

"Just....try to be nice. I mean....I really want to get this guitar." He'd seen the instrument in the store window with no thought of buying it, but when Natalie had brought up guitar lessons the image of the old loved instrument had popped into his head instantly. It was just meant to be. "It's just....important.....okay?"

Though why it was important he couldn't exactly say. But Tommy had long ago learned to just go with his gut. Where bare fingers poked from the holes in his fingerless gloves Tommy picked at the front of his t-shirt and adjusted the too large garment over his medium sized frame. Licking at the pillowy cushion of his lips he headed towards the door and held it open for Milo as was the custom. Milo was his King and one of the strongest lycanthropes Tommy had ever met, if you couldn't hold the door open for him then nobody earned the right.

Stepping inside after Milo his eyes gave a quick sweep of the shop including the redneck behind the counter. Then his eyes fell on the accoustic guitar hanging in the window and his lips turned up in a smile of pure and utter bliss. The instrument was obviously used and quite old, but you could tell that it had been well cared for. Something loved by its owner. It was perfect.

"Uhm....how much for the guitar?" He asked Captain Redneck as he pointed a finger at the item hanging in the window. "And...a case, strings, picks.....how much for like...the whole shebang?"

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MILO JONES

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"First it's Jessie's mom and now you're tryin' to shoplift the pooty off a single mom. Shameful Tommy! Fuckin' shameful!"

-He couldn't help it. Tommy was just too easy to harass. No matter how much he objected Milo just redoubled his efforts in convincing the boy that he was a closet perv. Nevermind that he knew it wasn't true. That was hardly important. He had agreed to drive Tommy into town to pick up the guitar but he hadn't agreed to be anything less than a smartass along the way.-

-When they got there he sniffed out the bear right away and chuckled at the mans choice of occupations. Ya gotta love a stereotype. Hell, Milo was a walking stereotype himself. At six foot ten and covered head to toe in ink he was a lanky sharp eyed rat if ever there was one, had been since long before he'd had the beast to match. The bear was nothin'. Nothin' to fear, nothin' to worry about, but still he might be interesting.-

-Moving to the counter where the redneck stood Milo planted his palms firmly in front of the man so he had to tip his head back uncomfortably to stare up the length of him. Thin lips were pulled back in a sneer and as he spoke a whip line of that colossal power smacked at the human like being hit by a live electrical wire. The redneck wouldn't know why but he would scamper quickly to obey Milo's request.-

"Get your boss hoss."

-As the redneck ran to get Branson, Milo turned to look at Tommy who was looking rather peeved with him. Wide tattooed shoulders lifted and fell in a shrug as the only explanation for his actions.-

"What?"

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BRANSON RINER

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Donnie had just finished with a customer pawning off a bag of golf clubs. No doubt the sucker had had a rough run at the tables around the corner. He counted out the money, and set a tag on the golf bag, just as the two rats came in.

"How can I help ya, fellas?" He asked in his friendly drawl. And then he looked up, and up, into the rat king's eyes. "Y-y-yessir." He headed to the garage to get Mr. Riner, when the big burly man pushed past him on his own mission it seemed.

Branson Riner had been fiddling with some stuff in the back, when he felt the surge of power pound through the shop. He raised his muzzle and sniffed, smelling the two shifters in the other room. He dropped what he was doing, and pushed open the door into the main shop, shouldering Donnie aside.

He lumbered over to the counter where the two men were standing, and he stared at them with a look that said, 'Not in my shop.' He offered his hand in business-like greeting though, and his growl of a voice came out.

"Welcome to Kodi's Klutter. I'm Kodi. Whatcha need today?" Of course he had heard the request for the guitar, the doors weren't thick at all. But he wanted to let them know that, even though he may not be the stronger lycan here, it was still his domain. Hell, it was his home.

He turned, and peered out of the window, and guessed by the attire which vehicle was theirs. "Nice bike. Too bad it can't touch a Feral Arts Custom. But not too shabby itself." He smiled, knowing they'd had to at least heard of Louisa's bike shop before.

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MILO JONES

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-Had Milo been in the mood to cause a little mayhem then he would've just done it regardless of who owned the shop. Wouldn't be the first time he'd taken a place down and lit fire to the wreckage, but he was here on a mission for little Tommy, and of all the rats Tommy was the last one to appreciate Milo's brand of fireworks. Besides, Milo liked bears. Last time he was in New Orleans a big old hoss named Skip had fought him for shits and giggles and they'd rumbled several times with no hard feelings and just some hyucks over the broken bones and blood spilt. Hell, Milo had even liked Vinny, the bear that had lived with Ash and the pack for so long.-

-All in all he was just in a jovial mood. Some people tended to confuse the nature of his power and his naturally overbearing personality to mean he was an asshole. That was their loss. Milo liked to have fun whether it came in a bottle of fae wyne, a good knock down drag out fight, a hard earth shattering fuck, or anything in between. When peoples perceptions led them to believe otherwise that was really their deal. Half the dominance challenges he'd had to smack down in were because of another persons stupidity and not because Milo gave a shit about any of that stuff. Then again maybe when you were just that strong and knew it would take a hell of a lot to beat you, you just stopped giving a shit about competing and just tried to enjoy yourself.-

-Taking the hand that was offered from Branson he pulled the big man forward until he was half over the counter so Milo could wrap a lanky tattooed arm around him in a half-hug. A sound smack was given to the mans back which was just Milo's way. He often didn't know his own strength or the difference between showing jovial care and bullying.-

"Settle Pappa Bear we ain't here to make trouble." -Pulling back he let the man go and motioned behind him to where the redneck had disappeared.- "But why would I want to deal with him when there's a big sexy bear like you in the place."

-Thin lips curled in a smile and it wasn't really Milo's fault that his features made that smile look more like a sneer. Lime green eyes shot back to look at the bike through the window and Milo gave a hissing laugh.-

"That piece of shit? I think Otis and I liberated it somewhere near Reno when mine got thrashed." -Milo wasn't much for material possessions. He had or obtained what he needed when he needed it and the rest was just up in the air. Never being one to need much he kept things pretty simple.- "My boys looking for some guitar goodies. Can you help him out?"

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Branson gave a small grunt as Milo's hand thumped his back. It wasn't really painful, but it was a lot harder than the big bear had expected. He raised an eyebrow at the nickname and the flattery. He didn't mind it, especially from a rat. And from the small amount he could feel, the rat was a strong one. He knew most rats were just mischievous, and he didn't care as long as nothing got damaged.

"Guitar goodies? what exactly are ya looking for? I got plenty of straps, a bucket of picks, and there might be an electronic tuner around here somewhere. What do you got, an electric or acoustic?" He moved around and indicated the items he spoke of which were easily found, and even kicked a large amp someone had pawned a few weeks back. "I also got plenty of songbooks in here, as well as cases."

He had gig bags, hard shells, wall mounts, and pretty much anything else you could ever need to play and store a guitar. "But if it's the actual instrument you want, son, I have a pretty big selection. All different prices. Hell, if you got the dough for it, I can let you have the '69 Les Paul in the back. Supposed to have been Billy Idol's at one point."

He wasn't sure what the boy rat was looking for in particular, but the stock was large enough that he could find it if they gave him some parameters. His eyes were fixed on Tommy. The rat king may have initiated the conversation, but it was the boy who wanted something. Branson was going to let him talk it out. It would man him up a bit.

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If men in general were bad about assuming it took violence and sexual exploits to be a "man" then lycan men were about one hundred times worse. Take the stereotype multiply it to infinity and that would about cover it. Luckily in his thirteen years as a Rat Tommy had gotten used to that sort of idiocy. Rolling his eyes at Branson's attempt to 'man him up' Tommy just ignored whatever implications were being laid down. He'd come here with his King because of business they had to attend to afterwards, the Pawn Shop has been his own errand.

"Actually I just want this one."

Reaching up to where the accoustic guitar hung near the front window he held it gently in his long fingered hands. The guitar he had chosen was smaller than others, the perfect size for a ten year old boy to grow into. Moving through the shop like a one man guided missile he found the thinks he needed. A case, a strap, picks, some of the song books Branson mentioned, and a poster with B.B. King on it that had some hand excercises charted on it. All things he thought Kevin would enjoy.

"I'll take all this....and if you still have the Les Paul when my pupils ready for electric work I may come back for it."

Hell, he might come back for it anyway. For now though this was everything that he needed. The items were carefully set up on the counter for Branson to ring up. From the back pocket of his oversized jeans Tommy pulled out crumpled bills that he had shoved into his pocket before they'd left the house. Money didn't mean a whole lot to him so he tended to be less than good about keeping up with his own. Hopefully whatever Branson wanted for it there would be enough and Tommy would hand the desired amount over without trying to barter the bear at all.

"Thanks."

Packing up the things he had bought he only then began to wonder how uncomfortable it would be to carry them on the bike. Oh well, he could call Knox or something and have him take the guitar home for him while he and Milo went about their business. Looking between the bear and Milo he just slipped his newly purchased items off the counter and headed outside. Milo would come out no doubt whenever he and the bear finished their 'visiting'. In the meantime Tommy would call around and get someone to stop by and pick up the guitar.

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Kodi watched as the rat lifted the guitar in the window. So he wanted that one, eh? Then he moved around to the various items, and picked up what all he needed. Quick and to the point. Not really Branson's way of doing things, but oh well.

"Good. You picked a damn good starter guitar, and looks like you might have everything you need to teach someone. He rang it all up, and gave the price. It was a decent amount, not marked up very high at all. When the younger rat had finished his purchase and walked outside, Riner turned to the rat king.

"Now, what can I do you for? I got plenty of stuff in the back if'n ya need it. Silver, poplar wood, and I can give you directions to Feral Arts. Lou'd make your bike run like a dream, or build you a better one."

He waited for Milo to think it over. He pulled a folder over which had invoice forms in it, just in case the rat wanted to order something. The pen was held lightly, but he was also wondering what he'd do. Rat shifters were always spontaneous, and most of the time, that spontanaeity was destructive.

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MILO JONES

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"Nothin' else now but if I change my mind I'll know where to go. And where to send people."

-Milo wasn't much for having lots of things, or even fancy things. He was a simple man in that way who had or took what he needed when he needed it and didn't think much about hoarding for the future. His black desert rat was a creature of primal simplicity. The bear was a loner and for that Milo felt at least a little bad for the man. It wasn't good for an animal to be alone. Branson might not be green but he sure wasn't the most powerful bear Milo had ever seen, not even close to the most powerful lycan in the city, and that made being alone an even worse thing. Then again maybe Branson just liked keeping his head down.-

"You take care hoss. I'm sure our paths will cross again one day."

-Giving a half wave and one of those sneering grins Milo went back through the shop and outside to take Tommy to their next destination. It was a busy time in the Rodere. Milo would have left Branson a number for Ash, knowing that the pack had often run with bears, but gut instinct told him Branson wouldn't have used it. Maybe he was wrong, but Milo tended to go with his gut.-

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"Well, alright then." The big bear shook the rat king's hand again, and watched him head on out. "I think I would like that, bubba." Maybe someday if Milo ever wanted to use him as a punching bag, he would oblige him.

The moon was coming soon, and he had to make a trip up to Mississippi for his shifting. Yeah, he hadn't run with a group of shifters in a while, but that's mainly because of the disdain for red meat. He had sensed a couple of bears around town recently, but hadn't taken the time to track them down at all. Maybe he should just man up and do it. Maybe.

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