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Intro Log .//. catch all

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!)

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He shrugged at first. Sure it was good, but it also sounded like their business was concluded, at least as far as the sharing of good food was concerned. "Do whatever you want."

He finished off his own container of Takoyaki and tossed the used container in a rubbish bin nearby.

"See you around, I guess." He then shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his coat and pulled his hat down low over his hair before turning, ready to leave unless Watts had more to say.

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"And that's...normal around here?" That was different in itself. If people knew about all the weird shit, that would at least make his job easier. Wait, it wasn't his job here, was it? Maybe that was the reason he'd been brought here. Maybe it was a chance to--

You know what? Now was not the time to think about it. "Yeah, you too, kid."

Edited 2022-04-28 04:07 (UTC)

Terra was walking around on an errand for work. The day was pretty nice and he was wondering how long it would be to save enough to purchase the white chocobo he'd seen at the Coliseum.

He was learning to ride courtesy of someone who seemed interested enough in teaching him and he was far from one of the champion racers that he saw. However Terra wanted to change that. It would supplement him learning how strong he was in their competitions. So for now he kept to his course and happened to walk by the fountain.

And the very first thing he noticed was the heart shaped hole.

His first reaction was to look around for Heartless, thinking they'd somehow stolen this boy's heart. Of course he was seconds from summoning his keyblade, but that didn't come out as of yet.

But once his blue eyes didn't detect anything, he looked at the person who was struggling. "Are you okay?"

And what sort of work is it that you normally do?

“Oh- I intend to. Well… Within reason, I suppose.” Llewellyn actually seemed to follow without thinking, really. He was focused on the food and the stranger of few words who’d introduced him to it.

The detective wasn’t entirely oblivious, though. He knew a dismissal when he heard one. “I suppose you might. I do tend to wander.” He took a small break from devouring his snack as a belated thought occurred to him. “I uh- confess, though… I’m not sure I’ve seen you around before.” If the man was here with the carnival, Llewellyn wasn’t entirely sure if they would see him around. Carnivals moved around, after all… And he questioned where this one would go when it left the city limits… Part of him wondered if it would just disappear as easily as it had appeared. “Would I be correct in guessing that you are one of the newer arrivals that got brought here?”

“I don’t always got the best idea of normal, but I think it’s normal for this world? At least it seems like it is.” Mono responded with a small shrug. Being asked what was and wasn’t normal was… weird. Because he’d been told several times that things he thought were normal, were not normal at all. “Are you scared of bad stuff like that? Because it’s not so bad, there’s always someone that can fight it.” The kid responded, not sure if Shinjiro was asking because he was worried or because he was used to fighting monsters like some people were.

You interested in carpentry?

At first, Shinjiro looked up with only his eyes, wondering who'd happened by who couldn't mind their own business. He wasn't expecting a cosplayer, though. At least the guy looked like a cosplayer, but then again, an actual gnome had handed him this satchel in the first place, so maybe he'd just gone somewhere where all of this would make a lot more sense really quickly.

"'m fine," which wasn't a complete lie. He was a lot less shot than he had been a few minutes ago.

I was a student.

His footfalls stopped at the Watts' last comment, not because he was deeply anticipating continuing the conversation, but because what Watts had said caught his attention. One of the newer arrivals?

"Yeah." He hadn't been here long at least. "There are others?"

Asking that sort of thing gave a guy an understanding of level, at least, and what someone might or might not be familiar with. He shook his head, wondering if Mono was.

"Nah, I'm not scared." They should be scared of him. Sometimes when he cut loose, he couldn't stop it.

"You're fine?" Terra asked, somehow looking at the other as if he'd lost his mind. "But you're hurt." He wasn't sure if he should just heal this guy if he was insisting he was okay.

"What happened?"

If somehow this new arrival didn't begin to act as if everything was alright, Terra was going to heal him anyhow.

Well there's plenty of work to be found. Have you seen anything that interests you?

Llewellyn nodded quickly, lowering the tray of food again as he answered the question properly. “There are- it’s not strange though, for places like this.” He gestured around to indicate the world itself. “Seems like mm… every month or two, a few people arrive. I can’t say it’s consistent enough to be a pattern, but nearly.” People left too, of course, but he noticed an uptick in arrivals over departures of late.

Wow, not even a little? Mono tilted his head curiously. “Does that mean you know how to fight monsters like some of the other people that come here? Or are you just not afraid of stuff?” So maybe that was something that Shinjiro could do, if he did fight monsters. They always seemed to have something that needed dealing with. Especially when weird stuff went wrong. Then there were other people who hunted for the lodge and restaurants and stuff. Mono was… less fond of hunters, admittedly, even if he realized they weren’t like the one in his world.

What kind?

"Not anymore," and when he looked down at his chest, the bloody hole in his coat and the shirt below it, he found that to be true. "Guess I'm harder to knock down than I thought."

He looked up at Terra's question and breathed a sigh. He didn't have an escape route here, or any reason not to answer the question. Instead, he rolled his shoulder in a shrug. "Got shot."

Not really. Most of it's counter work. I don't do customer service.

Terra wasn't sure if this guy was really alright, and his comment about being harder to knock down didn't make sense. This guy was already down when he came over.

Maybe he meant knock out or kill, but he didn't want to think about that.

"Got shot." he echoed softly. "But you say you're alright? You're not in any pain?"

What about things such as cleaning?

That was something. Shinjiro didn't have any idea what exactly, but something. So, if the Aspects were to be believed, they were pulled here to rebuild the place, and they brought more people in regularly with the same story. Did that mean they were telling the truth, that the ones they'd already brought here were failing, or something else entirely? He didn't have enough information. Honestly, figuring out this little mystery was more Mitsuru's gig than his. He was just the muscle, or at least that's how he viewed things.

"Nearly, huh? How's that?" That didn't mean he couldn't ask questions.

That caught Shinjiro's attention more than almost anything else the kid had said so far. There were other people who knew about monsters here and had the means to fight them? "Both." But he was wondering what Mono knew about monsters, too, and what kinds of monsters were around here. It had to be more than ones dragging people away in the dead of night in the Harbor district.

"What kinds of monsters are we talkin'?"

He shook his head at the question. "Didn't think I would be, but yeah. No pain." He went back to looking over the things he'd been provided, but after a moment, upon realizing Terra hadn't left, and at the gentle nudging of what he knew a friend of his would say, he added, "Thanks, though," and as almost an afterthought, "might need a new coat." Or a needle and thread to fix this one. To spite the warmer air, he seemed hunched in his coat, as though chilled. Sure. He's fine.

If Llewellyn knew what Shinjiro was thinking, he’d rather quickly point out that being smart and having muscle wasn’t necessarily something that could only exist separately. His old partner, for instance, had been mistaken for simple brawn before. Even by Llewellyn upon first impression, but the man was smarter at times than he thought and could contribute as much as anyone else to an investigation.

He shrugged slightly, though, at the question. “Every time I think I spot a particular pattern. Set length of time, the amount of individuals arriving versus leaving? It… shifts. Sometimes it’s much longer, sometimes it’s one person and other times multiple.” He rubbed the side of his neck lightly, waving the food carton around as he gestured with the other hand. “And those who disappear and their length of time here tends to fluctuate even more.”

“Ummm…” Mono tried to think of all the weird stuff he’d seen or heard about. “I know there're monsters in the sewers, like giant rats and crocodiles? Then there’s these spirit things people call the sha. I dunno much about them, though.” The kid had actually done a pretty decent job of staying out of the way of bad stuff, though he had been surviving on his own long enough to get a knack for it. “Then there’s the other stuff that kinda appeared on its own and we didn’t know it was coming. Before I got here, there was a big demon bear!” It sounded pretty scary, as far as things described as demonic went. “Then there were all these plants around the city for a while that actually ate meat! They found a really big one that was big enough to eat a person they had to fight.”

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