004 🏹 | Drinks, Bows & Nonsense

[dragonsmark]

🏹 01. Early Evening Drinks

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[For those who are old enough to come into a bar, they may find Hanzo seated alone, a setup of sake sitting in front of him as he peers down at the cup full of the clear liquid in his hand. It's been an introspective night for him, now that he's had some time to think about a few of the arrivals from his home— most particularly his brother, Genji. For the most part it has resulted in Hanzo withdrawing from most social interaction, trending towards more introspective moments like this. It's almost as if a heavy cloud has settled around him, but it's not one that he's going to very easily open up about.

Instead, if someone approaches the bar where he's currently seated, he scoots over to make room for them, a slight nod coming from his direction to otherwise acknowledge their presence. He doesn't say much more before throwing back the rest of what's in his cup.]

Another, please. [he requests from the bartender, since he's almost out of his favored drink.]


🏹 02. Old Fashioned Bows

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[With everything in the works storefront wise, Hanzo has taken some time to play around with a more old fashioned bow, made of mostly wood and metals. He's currently stringing the bow and being rather meticulous about it, seated at a bench near one of the many parks in Nova City. He's in a fairly good mood, all things considered, so approaching him might even wind up in a conversation rather than a glare and dismissal.

Once he finishes stringing the bow he turns to bits of metal he intends to carve into arrow heads. Apart from th It's a hard job but one he finds rather relaxing in the repetitive nature of it. Should someone approach at this point he won't notice them at first, his attention focused on the task at hand. That is, unless they make a noise or touch him, then in that case he will whirl around and fit them with a sour or irritated glance, depending on just how much of his personal space has been invaded...]

Do you mind?

🏹 03. Wildcard

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[[you know how these work, hit me if you've got an idea that you'd rather do! If you want, hit me up on discord or pp me on plurk if you wanna plot. I'm easy.]]

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1. Early Evening Dranks

[youfool]

[Ted's old enough for bars! He doesn't look the part, but he is. The Bartender signals acquaintance with the young-looking man with a snort and a nod.]

Hello, have you any-

"No."

Ah.

[Bars are a good source to get information on troublemakers, and not much else, for Ted could never acquire a taste for anything alcoholic. But he could use a repose, so he'll take a seat anyway. It'd probably be polite to pay for something.]

You've cranberry juice, I hope?

[The bartender nods. For most men, that would be an embarrassing thing to ask. Ted knows no shame. He knows the look of the man he's seated next to, but the name's never been given. That and the navel-gazing look in his eye excites his extroverted impulse like no tomorrow.]

Hah, good evening, sir. I'm Ted. That's an interesting tattoo you have, Mr...

[dragonsmark]

[Cranberry juice? Hanzo rolls his eyes, the expression mostly shadowed in the bar. But, then he is addressed directly and Hanzo turns his body to glance at the blonde man.]

Shimada. Hanzo Shimada. [He frowns.] Is there a purpose in these questions?

[youfool]

[It's good for you, Mr. Judgy Jason. Hanzo's frown is met with its upside down, comical counterpart.]

Certainly: should you ever become unscrupulous enough to hunt down, I'd have a face and a name.

[Apparently the sweet tat is off limits until he raises his social link a bit more. That's fine; there's another subject that always interests him greatly. He recalls that both he and Genji have similarly thick and oriental accents.]

It's an interesting one. Japanese, for a guess? What's its meaning?

[He could produce his kanji manual and go hunting, but that seems rude in the presence of company.]

[dragonsmark]

[Have you put two and two together yet about them being brothers though, Ted? Please broach that subject. It'll go SWIMMINGLY. But yes, perhaps it will take a few levels of social link upgrading for it to be a good idea.]

I am named after Hattori Hanzo. A warrior samurai from the Sengoku era of Japan. It is an honor to share a name with someone who was able to do much for his country.

[it's a shame he does not deserve that honor, all told. Hm.]

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[astralera]

[ Even in Xistentia it wasn't common for Era to see someone aside from her, Aymeric, or Estinien using a bow. Everyone else had been from more modern worlds, and thus tended to favour guns over blade or bow. In Genessia the more 'old fashioned' weapons she was accustomed to seemed more common, though only in the city of Fayren so far.

So seeing a bow of wood and metal in such a (discomfitingly) futuristic city wasn't something Era would have ever entertained the idea of. But here she is, wandering one of the parks of Nova City and confronted with the sight of a man carving what appear to be arrow heads. It's not something she herself has done much of - every now and then she crafts arrows en masse, but it's facilitated by the use of crystals and specialized abilities. More often she simply buys them in bulk if she doesn't just create arrows directly from her immeasurable aether reserves.

She can't recall seeing someone take their time and carve each arrowhead one at a time with naught but a small tool.

Her fascination draws her closer to the man without her realizing it - at least until he snaps at her. She jolts, hand moving to her waist on reflex though she aborts the movement before she can draw a weapon. Instead she offers a polite bow. ]

My apologies.

[ Of course once she's standing upright again Era's attention immediately returns to the arrow the man is crafting, occasionally drifting to the bow resting nearby.

She should go. But she really would like to stay and watch. Her tail sways gently behind her, tip perked with her interest. For all its similarities to a Dravanian or reptilian tail it certainly manages to express her emotions more like a cat's, if not a bit more subdued. ]

[dragonsmark]

[He'd been harsh to begin with, he recognized that. The apology did much to assuage his irritation, so when he glances up from his work again to find her still standing there, he simply blinked curiously. It was hard to deny that she was a strange sight for certain, but he is at least familiar enough with animals to catch the cue coming from the way her reptilian tail moved.]

If you have questions you wish to ask, ask them now while I am distracted. [instead of waiting until later.] Do you have interest in bows?

[astralera]

I've no questions. [ She's earnest in her response. ] I've just never seen someone craft an arrow without the aid of... Magic, I suppose you would call it.

[ She tilts her head to the side thoughtfully. ] If you have need of feathers for fletching I have numerous on hand I can give you.

[ Era has quite the sizeable stack of dodo feathers in her inventory from the last time she returned home and never could find a real use for them. It wasn't as if she could eat them, after all.

The man's question brings an amused smile to her face. ]

Yes, you could say that I do.

[dragonsmark]

It is a throwback in effort. [he considers for a moment, pulling out one of his more modern arrows from a pack, holding it out for her to see if she so wishes.]

The act is relaxing, it allows me to let my mind drift while being productive. [A comfort, in its own way.] You must be an archer of some skill if you are familiar with fletching and what it requires.

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[truesmiles]

[Fai always had time for a drink or two after a long day. He was also getting better at not drinking too often, but sometimes if it was a tough day one just couldn't help themselves.

When he had reached the bar and taken a seat, he couldn't help but notice what the other was drinking. It was something he was well aware of what it was anyway.]

Sake, huh? Good choice.

[dragonsmark]

Yes. I suppose so. [he turns to look at Fai, whispy tall thing as he seems to be.] You don't look the type to drink.

[hanzo that's rude.]

[truesmiles]

That's why when I do I surprise everyone. Helps to out drink people because of it too.

[Not that he has ever actually done that however. He had gotten people drunk but not for the sake of out drinking them. he waited for the bartender before ordering a wine this time.]

But it goes to show, you never know a person...though sometimes guesses would be quite right.

[dragonsmark]

Hm... there's truth in your words. [even if he has a feeling that Fai is the type of person to make a dance of how he talks, speaking in half riddles and fanciful phrases.

He just looks the type.]

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[scarlet_devil]

[ All Remilia was doing was pausing a moment to watch, simply being curious before she was going to head off.

Then she stepped on a twig. ]

How rude! That is no way to talk to a lady. [ And yes, that is a French accent. ]

Re: 02

[dragonsmark]

No more rude than it is to stare at something that is none of your business.

[accent or not, female or not, childlike or not, hanzo does not do well with being told he was being rude when he feels as though it is his privacy that is being tread upon.]

Re: 02

[scarlet_devil]

I was about to leave. Another second, and I would had been on my way.

[ And she was simply indulging her curiosity. ]

[dragonsmark]

Then disappear. [Look, he's not going to keep you here, Remillia. Instead of engaging further he returns to what he was working on, an attempt at finding the peace he had before.]

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[sword_dancer_e]

[Returning the nod, Enno takes his seat and enjoys a few seconds of introspection as well. There are times where it's actually beneficial, but as with Hanzo's case; too many times has it turned inward and dark.]

Stout, please.

[Waiting for it to be poured, he stares at it, opting to let it settle briefly before he turns his head to glance around the bar. While he's been working on keeping to himself; Enno's more or less left such impersonal behavior behind. It never did him much good when he practiced it, and here in this place it there was even less of a chance of people that knew his country. However, everyone seemed to be headfirst into their drinks or chatting about such that he was not interested in.

Which leaves poor Hanzo. Turning again to size the other man up, Enno takes a sip from his stout before resting it back on the bar.]

Redbill for your thoughts, Lar. If you prefer silver; there is that, though more of a novelty here, it seems.

[dragonsmark]

[Hanzo hadn't been looking for conversation, exactly, but perhaps it was for the best that he try and drag himself out of the darkened navelgazing that he'd found himself spiraling into.]

Nothing. Undue self pity, perhaps. [Did he really feel pity for himself? Overall, he still carried a compounded heavy weight of guilt on his shoulders despite being told to let it go. Perhaps it was more a form of self punishment than pity.]

[sword_dancer_e]

[At this turn of topic, Enno grows thoughtful. While it is true that most self pity is undue, he would be quite a liar to deny feeling such before.]

Well, Lar. As a knight I attempt to abolish such thoughts within myself. [He takes a sip of his stout again.] Yet, I think such is also part of living without communication; something many tend to do.

[Yes, that felt right, for him at least. He had tried paying a price for something, yet felt it do no better for him, nor those around him that had watched his own silent penance. While perhaps self-forgiveness had not been what happened; he had attained enough self-respect to know that he had to move on with his life. Such stagnation was toxic.]

So, if you wish to speak, I will listen. Otherwise, I think it is a fine night to drink together and try to forget our woes.

[He also reaches into his pocket, taking said redbill and sliding it towards Hanzo before turning to the bartender.]

I will pay for this man tonight. Also, another stout, please.

🏹 01. Early Evening Drinks

[itswhatfriendsdo]

If you drink too much someone might end up carrying you home.

[Detective Karrin Murphy is sitting next to Hanzo with a glass of gin sitting in front of her. It'd been a hard day at work and while she doesn't usually drink, she needs the extra help relaxing. Sleeping has become more difficult since she's been away from Chicago and in a world of who knows what.

She raises her glass to her lips and takes a small sip.]

I don't think I've seen you around here much.

[This is the only bar that she frequents.]

[dragonsmark]

[that assumes he has anyone willing to carry him anywhere, Karrin. Hanzo snorts at that though, a bitterly amused sort of noise. He turns to look at her just as she sips her drink.]

I do not often drink here. [his usual place is smaller, but was crowded this particular evening.] I do not plan on taking my evening far enough to require help.

[And there goes another wash of Sake, as he tosses back the entire little cup.]

[itswhatfriendsdo]

[Karrin watches him with a delicate arc to her cute little eyebrow. He looks like he's drinking a lot but then maybe he's used to the pleasant hum of liquor.]

If you say so. [She takes another sip of her drink.]

Are you new here or just not used to this bar? There seem to be a lot of them in Genessia.

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[fadedscarlet]

[Kii approached at once cackling] Miss!

[once met with the irritated glance, the red-head raised a brow]

Oh, no~ I'm just wondering how good you really are hehehe...~

[dragonsmark]

[did...did he just get called Miss? Hanzo has to stop, looking over at the rude redhead with confusion evident on his face.]

I have no need to prove my skill to a child. [Give him a reason not to dismiss you again, thanks.]

[fadedscarlet]

[OFFENDED]

Ah-Excuse ME, I am older than you and all of your dingy human friends put together, SIR.

..But if you're going to be like that, then you're probably not that good after all. Probably a strong failure. [huffs like a child, gg kii]