A girl, a seal and a bar! [P] [ATI]
Oct 27, 2014 17:31:26 GMT -7
Post by Solus on Oct 27, 2014 17:31:26 GMT -7
Masterful disguises seemed to be your forte as you turned your appearance into that of a regular tourist in a matter of minutes. The young man tried to resist playfully for a second, but quickly followed suit as soon as he realized he was severely outclassed by you. With a face that was somewhere between pouting and excitement he listened your nonsense explanation. "Well, if you don't tell me yours I won't tell you mine. Just keep calling me 'toy' then." He looked for a few seconds absently in the distance thinking over what exactly he had said. In the end however he seemed to settle on letting it be.
"Outside first" He announced, pointing to an elevator at the end of the corridor that was littered with doors on both sides. It was only a short time from the fourth floor down to the lobby. The lobby itself was deserted, but then again, it was the time after the guests had left and before the cleaning was completed and new guests were either allowed back in or remaining guests returned to their rooms. A clock in the lobby would tell you the time and a calender on the desk displayed the current day. Combining these pieces of evidence you could calculate that you had skipped a full day and that it was eleven in the morning. That would leave you with three and a bit more than a half day to return to Aokusa before the master would leave in order to learn that secret technique. Provided the man would stick to his promise that is.
Stepping outside the hotel you would find yourself basking in heat and sunlight. If only you had sunglasses. Luckily with a skin like your you would not need much sunblock. The temperature felt as if it was nearing the forty degrees Celsius. In front of you was the sea and a white sand beach where too many people to count lounged. Many took cover under parasols, whereas a few daredevils were tanning. The sea was full of people, enjoying the cooling effects of the water. Clearly this was the touristy side. A wide boulevard that ran parallel to the beach funneled people quickly back and forth and separated the sands from the seemingly endless line of hotels and resorts built along the coast.
Of course this was not the typical area for blacksmiths to practice their trade and thus it would be no surprise when the young lad at your arm would point you to a route land-inwards. At least the walk was pleasant. An old town began behind the hotels, with small white walled houses packed together, divided by streets that were just wide enough for two carts to pass each other. Not that any cart could pass, the streets were lined on both sides by stalls of which about one third sold genuine island souvenirs, one third were composed of food stalls and the last part merely sold junk that made a person wonder why anyone would buy such cheap stuff. At least their awnings protected you from the worst of the sun. Everyone on the streets was so occupied with their own stuff and you would blend in so well for now, as long as you would keep walking that no one really noticed the manacles.
As you progressed the scene became gradually less 'touristy' and more 'local' and before you knew it you were suddenly in streets that contained bakers, butchers, markets and other places that seemed to mainly cater to the demands of those who actually lived here. From here your guide essentially no longer needed as you could hear the hammering of a smith reverberate through the streets from a distance. One turn left and there you were. 'Joe's friendly smithing shop', or so the slightly faded sign claimed. The smithy was separated from the houses for obvious reasons and was actually more a three walled shack with a roof. Inside in the shade and darkness cast by the sooth covered stone walls and the orange glow of the oven a man was hammering on a piece of metal on an anvil. It still looked like a long strip of red hot metal but it seemed as if the man had barely begun working on it. Whatever it was to become remained a mystery. The smith wore black pants, straw sandals, all of this topped by a big leather apron. With his left hand he precariously held the glowing metal with pincers as he bashed it with the hammer in his right hand.
As you approached he glanced a look in your direction putting down his tools on the anvil. The eyes under his bald head turned down, staring at the manacles. Then at the young man and you again before reverting to the manacles. Tapping his chin he looked at you thoughtfully. "I see... 60,000 ryo and your names it will cost you to get that solved. Everyone will know about this juicy story."
Disclaimer: Objectives are subject to change. You make the story!
Time left at the end of this post: 3 days 12 hours 39 minutes!
Objective | Progress |
Who am I? | Check |
Where am I? -.-" | Halfway across the known world apparently, in Moon... |
Where are my clothes?! | Problem solved so far. Properly disguised for a tropical island. |
Weapons would be good >.> | Yup |
Oh gawd, where did I leave Neko? o.o | Oh **** **** **** **** **** **** **** |
Stupid manacles @_@ | Still manacled, but hey, were at least inside a smithy now. |
I could also go outside without clothes | Option practically ruled out? |