[If you're wandering the streets of Lyrabar today, there's a certain scruffy teen that both fits in and stands out in a rich town overrun by pirates. It becomes clear he's a Reclaimer when you catch a look at the bracer on his wrist, but you would be forgiven for simply assuming at first glance that he's one of the pirates, or at least one of the punks and ruffians pickpocketing people around here.
Especially since he seems to be getting in a heated argument with a trio of similarly scruffy thugs....who appear to be seeking his permission to rob you. Uh. Whoops. A couple of them start to squabble over whether it was a mistake to throw their lot in with Vague-Beard and how they never get to do anything fun anymore, up until Shinjiro snaps--]
Shut up! I ain't ever told you assholes to follow me! If you're gonna hang around anyway, at least be useful and find out where Ferryn is already!
["Y-yes sir! Right away, sir!" And off they scatter, to report back with a whole lot of nothing the next day, like usual. Shinjiro sighs as he turns to you.]
Sorry 'bout those idiots.
ii. we want to see the booty
[For all having a reputation has its uses sometimes, Shinjiro is also so tired. So very tired. There's a certain contingent in town that are very persistent in their attempts to get him to go out with them, regardless of how intensely he turns up the Leave Me The Fuck Alone Or You'll Regret It vibes. He's gotten largely to the point of ignoring them, even outright turning on his heel and walking away, but you know those memes about immovable walls meeting unstoppable objects? That's what's happening right now. Two very clearly Filthy Rich girls have managed to corner him, blocking off his escape route as they try to insist he spend at least a single night of passion with each of them.
Until he locks eyes with you, anyway, and he almost appears to be pleading with you for some intervention here. Should you approach, he'll all but growl at the girls--]
I've. Got. Plans.
[Pls play along. Pls. His crops are withering. Halp.]
iii. i'm on a boat, motherfucker
[See Shinji. See Shinji at the docks, staring down a particular vessel moored there with a shiny new key in his hand. See Shinji's expression darken further and further as he suddenly realizes he has no idea how ships work. Even when you live on an island, being a scruffy street urchin in the city isn't exactly conducive to knowing how a seaworthy vehicle operates, despite Lucretia's simulated practice run of Lyrabar in the days immediately beforehand.
Perhaps you too have acquired a boat, or otherwise you're coming here to acquire one, or maybe you're here for much less pleasant reasons, such as ones involving sharks. Whatever the situation, he'll turn to you after a moment, rub at his neck as he looks off to the side, and half-grumble a question that's just barely audible.]
Yo. ...Any chance you got any ideas how to drive a damn boat?
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[If you're wandering the streets of Lyrabar today, there's a certain scruffy teen that both fits in and stands out in a rich town overrun by pirates. It becomes clear he's a Reclaimer when you catch a look at the bracer on his wrist, but you would be forgiven for simply assuming at first glance that he's one of the pirates, or at least one of the punks and ruffians pickpocketing people around here.
Especially since he seems to be getting in a heated argument with a trio of similarly scruffy thugs....who appear to be seeking his permission to rob you. Uh. Whoops. A couple of them start to squabble over whether it was a mistake to throw their lot in with Vague-Beard and how they never get to do anything fun anymore, up until Shinjiro snaps--]
Shut up! I ain't ever told you assholes to follow me! If you're gonna hang around anyway, at least be useful and find out where Ferryn is already!
["Y-yes sir! Right away, sir!" And off they scatter, to report back with a whole lot of nothing the next day, like usual. Shinjiro sighs as he turns to you.]
Sorry 'bout those idiots.
ii. we want to see the booty
[For all having a reputation has its uses sometimes, Shinjiro is also so tired. So very tired. There's a certain contingent in town that are very persistent in their attempts to get him to go out with them, regardless of how intensely he turns up the Leave Me The Fuck Alone Or You'll Regret It vibes. He's gotten largely to the point of ignoring them, even outright turning on his heel and walking away, but you know those memes about immovable walls meeting unstoppable objects? That's what's happening right now. Two very clearly Filthy Rich girls have managed to corner him, blocking off his escape route as they try to insist he spend at least a single night of passion with each of them.
Until he locks eyes with you, anyway, and he almost appears to be pleading with you for some intervention here. Should you approach, he'll all but growl at the girls--]
I've. Got. Plans.
[Pls play along. Pls. His crops are withering. Halp.]
iii. i'm on a boat, motherfucker
[See Shinji. See Shinji at the docks, staring down a particular vessel moored there with a shiny new key in his hand. See Shinji's expression darken further and further as he suddenly realizes he has no idea how ships work. Even when you live on an island, being a scruffy street urchin in the city isn't exactly conducive to knowing how a seaworthy vehicle operates, despite Lucretia's simulated practice run of Lyrabar in the days immediately beforehand.
Perhaps you too have acquired a boat, or otherwise you're coming here to acquire one, or maybe you're here for much less pleasant reasons, such as ones involving sharks. Whatever the situation, he'll turn to you after a moment, rub at his neck as he looks off to the side, and half-grumble a question that's just barely audible.]
Yo. ...Any chance you got any ideas how to drive a damn boat?