Mira had to work today, and not the ninja kind either. Her father owns a small thrift shop of sorts, he is a collector and vendor of ancient artifacts ad weapons. He says that anything can be learned from a piece of rubbish, or rather "treasure". Mira didn't really care. The store looked like some abandoned warehouse on the outside and on the inside it was more like a yard sale. Things everywhere but not a single price tag in sight. The entire store was up for haggling. If you were good a compromising the prices were reasonable, but if you are a sucker then you will be robbed blind. Mira hated this method of trade. She was a fan of deceit, and she hated taking money from unknowing strangers. The relics were gathered in sections, weapons in the back and random trinkets near the door. At the register there is a glass shelf containing the more valuable/unique relics. This included odd pieces of pottery and some smaller weapons.
Mira had her hair up in her usual pigtails and she was wearing a cute little uniform. She was in a black blouse and skirt with a white apron on, similar to that of a maid's or a waitress's. Her shoes were shiny black with little heals and a large buckle. She was walking through the store with a little feather duster cleaning the section of scythes and halberds. She was humming a little song as she cleaned the weapons with smile on her face.
"There all better!"
Mira had her hair up in her usual pigtails and she was wearing a cute little uniform. She was in a black blouse and skirt with a white apron on, similar to that of a maid's or a waitress's. Her shoes were shiny black with little heals and a large buckle. She was walking through the store with a little feather duster cleaning the section of scythes and halberds. She was humming a little song as she cleaned the weapons with smile on her face.
"There all better!"