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realmofstories2019-06-26 04:48 am
detectiveforhierophant) wrote in realmofstories2019-06-26 04:48 am
Entry tags:
First Shield | Is this what they call an Isekai?
Characters: Ryotaro Dojima (King Arthur)
Campaign: Break
Format: Prose (But I'll match you)
Open or Closed: Open
Summary: The King has arrived, and he's trying to get the hang of the whole 'whisked away to another world to save it' thing. Come talk to him?
A: About the Town:
Clink, clank, clink--
"Ugh..."
If you followed the distinct sound of metal clicking and clacking together, you'd find yourself staring at an older man (maybe 40s?) in chain mail and parts of a suit of armor, with a cape, sword and crown to boot. He's rubbing his temple with his hand (Causing more clinking) glancing around, looking a little lost.
If he catches you looking at him, he straightens up, and turns your way-
"Pardon me--Ah."
He shook his head, looking even more annoyed, before continuing.
"Do you know where they sell normal clothing around here?"
Emphasis on 'normal'.
B: No horsing around.
If you happened by the lake, you'd see a new house had a appeared there. Well, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a castle. And standing infront of it would be an older man, staring down a pure white, large horse.
Fortunately, the horse seemed calm, and well trained, flicking its ears a bit but otherwise standing still. It was the man who looked a little unsure... as he offered up an apple to the horse, palm up.
"...I heard you guys like these."
The horses ears went up, and making a soft sound, the horse stepped forward, taking a bite out of the apple, it's tail relaxed along with it's nostrils.
At that, the man also relaxed, a small smile spreading on his face.
"Well, at least you're going to take it easy on me, huh?"
Maybe he'll let you pet the horsey...?
Campaign: Break
Format: Prose (But I'll match you)
Open or Closed: Open
Summary: The King has arrived, and he's trying to get the hang of the whole 'whisked away to another world to save it' thing. Come talk to him?
A: About the Town:
Clink, clank, clink--
"Ugh..."
If you followed the distinct sound of metal clicking and clacking together, you'd find yourself staring at an older man (maybe 40s?) in chain mail and parts of a suit of armor, with a cape, sword and crown to boot. He's rubbing his temple with his hand (Causing more clinking) glancing around, looking a little lost.
If he catches you looking at him, he straightens up, and turns your way-
"Pardon me--Ah."
He shook his head, looking even more annoyed, before continuing.
"Do you know where they sell normal clothing around here?"
Emphasis on 'normal'.
B: No horsing around.
If you happened by the lake, you'd see a new house had a appeared there. Well, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a castle. And standing infront of it would be an older man, staring down a pure white, large horse.
Fortunately, the horse seemed calm, and well trained, flicking its ears a bit but otherwise standing still. It was the man who looked a little unsure... as he offered up an apple to the horse, palm up.
"...I heard you guys like these."
The horses ears went up, and making a soft sound, the horse stepped forward, taking a bite out of the apple, it's tail relaxed along with it's nostrils.
At that, the man also relaxed, a small smile spreading on his face.
"Well, at least you're going to take it easy on me, huh?"
Maybe he'll let you pet the horsey...?
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Being able to work with dead bodies took a special kind of mental fortitude, after all. He was fine with it by now, able to compartmentalize it easily... most days. With most people.
But he was only human.
Still, he could understand what she meant in other ways. Naoto Shirogane hadn't hidden her gender for fun after all. He knew the attitudes, especially in his town, weren't much better than they used to be.
It was frustrating, honestly. If a person did good work, who cared what gender they were? And despite his annoyance at times, he couldn't deny Shirogane's good work.
"...Alright then, Kimishima." Naomi felt far too familiar to him, but he could handle 'Kimishima' no problem. Odd though, maybe she was just used to being in America for too long?
Or... the added honorific reminded her too much of Japan. He was getting the distinct impression her departure hadn't been a pleasant one, but that was just inference and gut feelings. Another conversation for later, maybe, but he wouldn't push on this obvious sore spot.
The shop soon came into view-- it was hard to miss, with the large, faux spool of thread and needle on either side of the door, with measuring tape and scissor, and drapes of fabric cascading down the outside walls. Dojima sighed at the sight, rubbing his temple.
"... It looks like something out of an amusement park."
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Staring towards the shop in question, she rested a hand on her hip and looked his way.
"You'll have to get used to it. Fantasy Victorian faire is the standard."
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"I will, I will..." He reassured her, giving her a small, wry smile, "I'm going to let myself complain for at least one day before I make myself get over it."
That was fair, right? But glancing back at the Shop, he sighed.
"... Well, better face the music and see what's actually in there for clothing. Thank you again for the assistance, Lady--"
A groan, and he shook his head.
"Kimishima, I appreciate you putting up with me."
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Even she doesn't look very amused at almost being called Lady Kimishima. No formal titles for her.
"You're welcome. If you need my help again for some reason, just ask for the Under the Sea Apothecary... I didn't name it, but it functions."