Terrignis: The Sand was Not Always Red
Fletch expected at least a smirk from his, "Royal folks couldnt keep it in their pants" comment, but Mitsu kept his demeanor, not even a blink from the perhaps overly disciplined man. Feltch let it roll off and not bother him though, "That seems to be the case," Mitsu added surprisingly, "However, let us learn as much as we can about this 'Evergard' fellow, perhaps others like us are here." At the end of his statement, he spun on his heel and walked straight for the closest cluster of people he could find, leaving fletch without even a chance to respond. "No yeah, you go that way ill head over here." He said with a painfully cocky tone, pointing off in the opposite direction. Noticing a group of men unloading crates from a ship not far from them, and decided to head toward them, looking over his shoulder to make sure and not lose the, in fletch's words, "stick-up-his-ass samurai". Now out of eachothers hearing range, they talked to the locals, to figure out at least a little bit about what was going on...
[Private to Mitsu Hattori: Mitsu walked toward a tavern just as the owner must have finished lighting the torches on the outside of the building. A group of drunks sat on a table outside, laughing loudly. As he approached them, one of the men leaned back, eyes wide open. "Holy shit, an ethnic fellah." The men stopped with their laughter as Mitsu stopped a safe distance away, institutionally through teaching out of arms reach. Voices carry further than blades. On of the drunkards leaned a bit closer, "DO YOU SPEAK COMMON TONGUE SIR." he said, painfully making each word as clear as possible, assuming Mitsu couldnt understand him... as if speaking loudly would help... "Yes I speak the same language, and more sirs, I have a question-" he was cut off again by the last first fellow who burst out in a excited laugh, "Ayyyy he speaks! what can I do for ya, ya big ol fucker?" The samuari began to feel irratation, but with a few deep breaths removed it from his body. "Evergard, what do you know of him and this search for royal blood." The second drunk sat laughter fading he took another drink, "Everguard is basically the king round here, the king he aided before died not long ago, and the REAL king is a little kid, doesnt do shit. Still in mourning or whatever. Baby." He took another sip. "Ay, dead dads are tough to get over asshole" the second man said with a sharp elbow. "But I have no idea about this royal blood shit fighter, best ask the 'Pig God' yourself." He said with a deep laugh and the two men turned their backs to the samuari, leaving him with more questions. It seems however the drunkards werent the best choice for information...]
[Private to Fletch: Had to make your text red so you could see it in a private text:
Fletch walked a short pace down the pier. "Hey, pardon" he said to the workers unloading large crates from a ship. Oh how he wondered what was in them... His thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice of one of the large workers. Exceedingly musclular and bald, with sleeve armed tattoos, "Oi, lil' guy. Go away. This isnt a place for a man of your... stature" The men laughed at fletch, not much smaller, but small enough for a bully to pick on. Fletch laughed as well, "Lil guy..." he said amid his chuckle, "Thats one of the terms I didnt hear from your mother the other night, you chrome domed fuck." The silence was deafening. All laughter ceased and they all stared at eachother, fletch it seemed was the only one still smiling... Until with a burst of energy...
Laughter. All of the working men burst out into laughter and punched the shoulder of the man at whom fletch took a jab at. Another one of the workers spoke though the tears of laughter "Oh you clever stranger, I like you ya cheeky bastard. Do you need something?" He asked, wiping off his hands, it seems he won his favor with a risky retort. Giving the man with a brused ego a wink, he turned to the friendly worker. "Just got to port, some fellah named 'Evergard' requested us. Royal blood or some shit. Know anything about this?" the worker tossed the now dirty rag onto a distant crate and placed his hands on his hips "Yeah... Everguard is the Kings advisor. Not long ago, our King died one night, leaving his fourteen year old son, his only heir to take the throne. Being a child of his age, he knows little about running an empire such as this, so Evergard seems to have stolen his voice, almost like a puppeteer. Big fat bastard, some call him the 'Pig God', though not to his face. Dont ever say that near a guard, you'll be killed on the spot. As far as the blood thing goes, yeah; Ive seen many people like you get off small boats like that. Dont come back, so their either further inland or got on Evergards bad side. Either way, they need to check you lineage to see if you match blood of royalty. Long ass time ago there was a civil war or something, lots of royals ran, fled to differnt isles. IF they tracked you down, its a good chance you could have some gold in your veins, kid. You go to the arena in the middle of town, thats where all the 'letter kids' go, and then speak with some big-wig. You may get a chance to meet Evergard yourself. Do yourself a favor though, stay on Evergard and the laws good side... they deal with their version of the law... Harshly to say the least" The group small talked for a moment and after a short time, fletch turned with a wave, two out of the three waved back.]
The two men met together almost in the exact same place they parted to share what they had learned, as they waited for the remaining people on the ship to get off so they could go learn more from its source...
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