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wildkotetsu) wrote2011-11-03 07:59 pm
wildkotetsu) wrote2011-11-03 07:59 pm
1 • Paperboy Hat • [Action/Voice]
[Start of the day: waking up flopped across a bar counter missing a shirt with a monster headache.
The day before: nothing at all like this or leading up to this.
It makes him wonder. Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, rolling off the table in alarm, slams face-first into the floor with a muffled grunt, before patting around for a bar stool to use for leverage. And he drags himself up, his entire face pounding now—
Oh, this place is apparently closed. Or maybe just really empty today (feel free to prove that last point). Because the doors are shut, the lights are dimmed, and he's flopping himself back up like a half-baked penguin to a seat that is next to a lot of empty seats. Hoooo, my head is killing me. First thing to notice, his side was nearly entirely healed up. The remnants of a burn were barely visible in the room. The second, the wings. The wings that were attributing to his headache. The things that only birds should have.
Those wings.
Alright, alright. He's obviously just tripping some heavy balls right now. As he leaves the building looking unbelievably confused, he messes with the journal. It... sort of reminds him of stuff back home, only... he's pretty sure paper doesn't work like this. There are people talking on it. He can read their stuff. Er, watch it, even.]
[Voice A]
Oi, oi, what's the big idea here? Where's my city at, huh?
... Did I get dumped in the countryside?
[Mrrr. Ojisan isn't much liking the cold air—he lets out a biting sneeze, before mumbling,]
I must be going crazy... Talking to books...
[Doesn't matter! What does is finding some clothes that isn't showing off his poor cold bod. He's partially successful, but not entirely. He finds his very own clothes—but. But there are important things missing.]
[Voice B]
Aaa, if anyone sees a few things, could you tell me? A really cool paperboy hat, for one. Can't find it anywhere. [he rubs his noses, trying to sound casual about this] I found my watch, but I'm still looking out for a ring... It's just a normal silver band, but it's pretty important. If you find it, could y'let me know?
[If you'll excuse him, he's got a item shop to dig through with determination.]
The day before: nothing at all like this or leading up to this.
It makes him wonder. Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, rolling off the table in alarm, slams face-first into the floor with a muffled grunt, before patting around for a bar stool to use for leverage. And he drags himself up, his entire face pounding now—
Oh, this place is apparently closed. Or maybe just really empty today (feel free to prove that last point). Because the doors are shut, the lights are dimmed, and he's flopping himself back up like a half-baked penguin to a seat that is next to a lot of empty seats. Hoooo, my head is killing me. First thing to notice, his side was nearly entirely healed up. The remnants of a burn were barely visible in the room. The second, the wings. The wings that were attributing to his headache. The things that only birds should have.
Those wings.
Alright, alright. He's obviously just tripping some heavy balls right now. As he leaves the building looking unbelievably confused, he messes with the journal. It... sort of reminds him of stuff back home, only... he's pretty sure paper doesn't work like this. There are people talking on it. He can read their stuff. Er, watch it, even.]
[Voice A]
Oi, oi, what's the big idea here? Where's my city at, huh?
... Did I get dumped in the countryside?
[Mrrr. Ojisan isn't much liking the cold air—he lets out a biting sneeze, before mumbling,]
I must be going crazy... Talking to books...
[Doesn't matter! What does is finding some clothes that isn't showing off his poor cold bod. He's partially successful, but not entirely. He finds his very own clothes—but. But there are important things missing.]
[Voice B]
Aaa, if anyone sees a few things, could you tell me? A really cool paperboy hat, for one. Can't find it anywhere. [he rubs his noses, trying to sound casual about this] I found my watch, but I'm still looking out for a ring... It's just a normal silver band, but it's pretty important. If you find it, could y'let me know?
[If you'll excuse him, he's got a item shop to dig through with determination.]
[Action]
It's a lot to take in.
But I think I got most of it. What are missions, exactly?
[Action]
[He finally takes a sip of sake, and scratches Sumire behind the ears. The little cat purrs contentedly.]
Missions are... voluntarily doing tasks for the Malnosso in return for... rewards. [Strange note to that. It's more like he's likening these rewards to a treat you'd give a dog for compliance than any proper compensation for work well done.] Can be anything from retrieving the revived dead, combat, to willingly submitting yourself for experimentation. You just submit your name and they call you when they want you.
There's an entry on it in the back of your journal. It's explained in more detail there.
[Action]
[These last few days, man, they've been crazy.]
So if you sign up for these, there's a chance to get on their good side, you're telling me.
[Action]
Just don't count on it.
[What a cynic, huh?]
Most of the people here are only signing up because of the chance to gather some intelligence on the outside world.
[Action]
[He sighs.]
Even if the chances of things getting better is low, at least it gives us all something to try for, naa?
[Action]
[Another sip of sake. It gives them something to try for. But he is trying for an eventual path for freedom - getting on the Malnosso's good side or not.]
It does that.