Intro Log .//. catch all

[castoredux]

Who; Shinjiro Aragaki and YOU
What; Arrival and encounters around town
Where; The fountain square and ANYWHERE
When; End of April-May
Warnings; Possible mentions of drug use, Shinji's attitude



i. Arrival

The blossoming pain in his chest faded and he took in breaths, his hand clutched there, where it should have been filling with blood, his blood. His eyes opened slowly, almost distrusting in their perception of light. This was wrong. It was the Dark Hour, not...what, noon? He nearly jumped out of his skin when the little man approached him, too confused about his surroundings to do much more than dumbly take the sack offered to him and nod, blinking after the little man as he wandered off. He took a moment to consider his clothes, jaw clenching for a moment when he noted the blood-crusted hole in his coat over his heart.

"So that happened." Whether he was commenting on his current predicament, where he'd come from previously, or something else entirely was anyone's guess. Even he didn't know for sure. Still frowning, annoyed more than confused, he finally takes a look around, finding a bench nearby to rifle through his bag. "What is this shit?"

ii. Making my way downtown

Shinjiro found the markets equal parts annoying and useful. It seemed to him that everyone in town came through the market district, either on the way to work or to get supplies for whatever it was they were working on. It was a good place to overhear gossip, and get a feel for this weird city he'd ended up in. The message board caught his attention this particular day, though, what with the strange degree hung there, warning against some sort of monster prowling around after dark.

Monsters after dark. That sounded familiar. It also sounded like something Mitsuru would most likely want to try dealing with, which meant, "I need a weapon." It was spoken to himself, but not quiet enough not to be overheard.

iii. network :: text

[As useful as the message board was for some things, as the days turn into weeks, it becomes obvious to Shinjiro it's not the way to find a part-time job.

Seeing as there was also no internet to speak of, he supposed this was the thing to do. A way to earn coin while they figured this place out probably hadn't even occurred to Mitsuru, but living on the streets for a while, you get your priorities straight.]

Anybody hiring part-time workers? I'm not picky.

[He's wonderful at introductions, right? Such a people person.]

(OOC: If you want a different scene with Shinjiro, he can be encountered just about anywhere as he's doing his best to get oriented in the city. If you would like a prompt from me, just ping me on discord (vikael#0221) or PM this journal!)

Comments

[orangewayfinder]

He nodded and kept pace towards the tailor shop but then heard a word he didn't know. "San?" Terra asked at the unfamiliar term. "What does that word mean?"

[castoredux]

"Oh, uh..." He'd learned English in class, but he'd never actually had a conversation in English. He did know, academically, that honorifics weren't used in a lot of places, but how was he supposed to explain it?

"It's...respectful, I guess. I'm the new guy and you're showin' me around. It's uh...sort of like Mister, I think? I ain't a language specialist, but that's the idea."

[orangewayfinder]

He had looked at his companion and blinked a few times questioningly. But the explanation he got made sense, at least as much as it was going to make sense to him so he nodded with a small smile.

"Well you can use that if you want, or you can just call me Terra."

[castoredux]

"Sure, whatever you say, Terra." He was respectful when he needed to be, but Shinjiro was also adaptable. He could follow along.

[orangewayfinder]

He just smiled at Shinjiro and they got to the tailor shop. He opened the door and held onto it so the other could go in.

"You first."