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paixaorpg2007-06-07 01:07 pm
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Sake, please. [Completed]
Character(s): Jintetsu
Content: Jintetsu tries to get his bearings. Haganemaru wishes he could drink.
Setting: the Wild Ginger [L5]
Time: late evening, immediately after this thread
Warnings: None.
Waterlogged and shellshocked, Jintetsu just held still for a second after he sat up, trying to figure out what in hell's name had just happened. He had been outside, the men in black had appeared out of nowhere, he'd been knocked down by a sudden wave of water, something had grabbed him, thrown him somewhere, and the next thing he knew he'd fallen flat on his ass in the corner of what immediately struck him as a restaurant.
After a second he realized he still had Haganemaru drawn with a white-knuckled grip, and he sheathed him and got quickly to his feet. Getting arrested now would just make things a hundred times worse than they already were... although why he was worried about that at a time like this was beyond even him.
None of the yellow-haired people in here seemed to have noticed him appearing out of nowhere, but that wasn't really something he was worried about anyway. He shook out his left hand, but to his annoyance, he could still hear and feel water sloshing around inside the metal arm. That would have warranted some swearing, if he'd been able to.
"Where the hell are we now?" Haganemaru asked, his eye darting around to take in the room. There weren't any candles or fires, but the dining room was still lit up somehow, and a small group of musicians played the most bizarre tune he'd ever heard up on a stage across the room.
Jintetsu, of course, didn't answer. He just fixed his dripping hat and proceeded to the bar. His sword knew what he wanted, and ordered as he sat down. "Sake, please." The barkeep gave it to him in a cup made of glass, which briefly surprised him before he decided he didn't care.
The only possible explanation for all this, he figured, was that he had completely lost his mind. A whole city under a roof. Indoor hail. Walking skeletons. Trains that moved on their own. Magicians. Trees made out of gemstones. An attack by ghosts. And now, three men in black, and this restaurant. To think he'd thought a red-haired ronin was weird when he'd first run into him! Apart from that guy there wasn't a damn thing about this Paisho place that was anywhere near normal.
He went to take another swig from the sake glass, and realized he'd already emptied it. Against his normal habit, he ordered another. His clothes (and arm) were still dripping, and he'd have to find someplace to get them dried off pretty soon, but right now, he just really needed a drink.
Content: Jintetsu tries to get his bearings. Haganemaru wishes he could drink.
Setting: the Wild Ginger [L5]
Time: late evening, immediately after this thread
Warnings: None.
Waterlogged and shellshocked, Jintetsu just held still for a second after he sat up, trying to figure out what in hell's name had just happened. He had been outside, the men in black had appeared out of nowhere, he'd been knocked down by a sudden wave of water, something had grabbed him, thrown him somewhere, and the next thing he knew he'd fallen flat on his ass in the corner of what immediately struck him as a restaurant.
After a second he realized he still had Haganemaru drawn with a white-knuckled grip, and he sheathed him and got quickly to his feet. Getting arrested now would just make things a hundred times worse than they already were... although why he was worried about that at a time like this was beyond even him.
None of the yellow-haired people in here seemed to have noticed him appearing out of nowhere, but that wasn't really something he was worried about anyway. He shook out his left hand, but to his annoyance, he could still hear and feel water sloshing around inside the metal arm. That would have warranted some swearing, if he'd been able to.
"Where the hell are we now?" Haganemaru asked, his eye darting around to take in the room. There weren't any candles or fires, but the dining room was still lit up somehow, and a small group of musicians played the most bizarre tune he'd ever heard up on a stage across the room.
Jintetsu, of course, didn't answer. He just fixed his dripping hat and proceeded to the bar. His sword knew what he wanted, and ordered as he sat down. "Sake, please." The barkeep gave it to him in a cup made of glass, which briefly surprised him before he decided he didn't care.
The only possible explanation for all this, he figured, was that he had completely lost his mind. A whole city under a roof. Indoor hail. Walking skeletons. Trains that moved on their own. Magicians. Trees made out of gemstones. An attack by ghosts. And now, three men in black, and this restaurant. To think he'd thought a red-haired ronin was weird when he'd first run into him! Apart from that guy there wasn't a damn thing about this Paisho place that was anywhere near normal.
He went to take another swig from the sake glass, and realized he'd already emptied it. Against his normal habit, he ordered another. His clothes (and arm) were still dripping, and he'd have to find someplace to get them dried off pretty soon, but right now, he just really needed a drink.