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Characters: Shiki Ryougi and YOU! (i.e. open log)
Date: September 17th
Format: Preferably action spam, but I'll match what you tag with!
Content Warnings: Possible vague references to some gorey acts, but other than that nothing.
Summary: Even without any desire to do anything or even live, Shiki can't really stay in one place forever.

[It's a bright, sunny day when Shiki finally steps out her assigned room and into the actual city. She'd spent the last while trying to get used to walking around without her sight in her room, but frankly, there were some things she needed that she just couldn't get in that place.

Like a decent kimono for one. You'd have to be crazy to think she'd keep wearing the hospital given one. Of course, the only problem was... y'know, getting to an actual store. Rather than wander aimlessly about, Shiki decided to take a seat at whatever sort of seating area was close by. She listens for footsteps and when people pass by. When it sounds like someone's close enough...]

Hey. You over there. [Yep, the girl with bandages wrapped around her eyes is calling out to you. Nothing strange about this at all.]

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[Did he have animals with him or something? Something felt... a little off though. Well, it wasn't any of her business, nor did she care enough to ask.] Hm. What am I gonna find in the market then?

You really dunno? Well--it's a stands and shops. You'll find artisans for specific goods and for the rest, it's all decently packaged stuff. Course, obviously whatever's not hand-crafted on the spot is gonna be more expensive.

Overall, it's likely more clothes n' food than anythin' else down there. [Lancer noted Ryougi's posture and above all else, he could tell she was athletic. He was far from an innocent man, devoid of hardiness in battle, but most of all he had the uncanny knack of being able to tell from a person's frame what kind of athletics they got themselves into. Ryougi looked much more like a hunter than anything else, even giving her restrictive clothing.]

Want help gettin' there? I imagine that stuff's gotta be cumbersome to wear too often.

[She doesn't go out much man, don't be too harsh!! Though of course she keeps that to herself and listens silently.]

Good thing clothes are what I'm looking for. [At his offer though, Shiki's frown only deepens. She just wasn't the type to take help from others so easily, and that was no different here. If she was really going to live like this though--choosing not to see--then she'd probably need to compromise at some point.] Directions on how to get there are fine. That shouldn't be too hard, right?

[Shiki wouldn't be able to see the sly smile, but she could probably easily just hear it in his voice. Lancer hadn't even tried to hold himself back when he found a way to push into flirting.]

Oh, it'd be easy. Otherwise, it'll just be a pain to walk around without aid, wouldn't it?

[Lancer paused, letting the suggestion sink in intentionally before he teased.]

I could carry you, missy.

[Now, she's scowling outright.] I'm blind, not lame.

[There's a big of enough difference to her, alright!!]

I'm not sayin' you are. [There's no way to hide the lech in that smile his voice is wearing.]

It'd certainly do wonders for my day.

Sorry, but I can't say I care much about how your day goes.

Ooh, harsh. Yet, I'm still not gettin' properly shot down. Are you hopin' out I'll pull out a better line?

... what do you get in return by helping me? [there has to be a catch right HELPING PEOPLE FOR NO REASON UNSURE!!]

Have you never been flirted with, miss? I was thinkin' of seein' if you'd let me stroll a bit with you while you did your chores.

If we're gonna be strict an' just name what I'd get out of the deal, you could just say I'm interested in chattin' up this pretty lass talkin' to me.

No, I haven't. If I ever have, I didn't even notice. [She says it so flatly and bluntly it's honestly kind of sad...]

If that's all you really want though, I guess that's fine.

[The lack of enthusiasm is understandable--Lancer went his whole life being hit on by crazies. So, he eases up just a little, maintaining a little smile.]

It's a courtesy to give me a shot, but I'll try and surprise you with my good company either way.

So, are you lookin' for another style altogether? In a cave like this you've got to bundle up a little more.

[FOREVER WARY about other people, but at least it'll be easier getting to places with someone to guide her...]

Temperature's never really bothered me, so just some kimonos and a leather jacket will do. [Though if Lancer knows what a kimono looks like and how they're usually worn, the idea of wearing that with a leather jacket would probably seem strange.]

[She's talking to a guy who wears either just animal fur and armor or just open-coat suits. Lancer levied the thought a moment.]

Dunno where to get you more kimonos, but I guess that's a part of the point of walking around and looking. [So, Lancer stood and dusted his slacks off.]

It's gonna be a problem if they don't have any. [She refuses to wear anything else after all... Hearing him move though, she tilts her head slightly.] Ah, are we going to go looking right now?

The sooner, the better. If you're interested in that particular style, you're gonna want to find a tailor to work with who can suit your needs before the walking-traffic gets too tedious.

[At which point, Lancer was certain Shiki would have a tougher time tagging along and walking with him.]

Fair enough. Where are we meeting up?

We'll just walk from here. [Lancer stood up to walk, beginning to pass Shiki. It was an implied effort on his part that she could make her way around without too much aid, but Lancer wanted to see just how much.]

[She stands up then, following the sound of his footsteps and intending to just follow him like that. The thought crossed her mind that if she opened her eyes behind the bandages, she must see some lines from him that she could more easily follow but--

No, like this was good enough.]

You can call me Lancer, by the way. [Given how she seemed to be the happily quiet type, Lancer decided to be the forceful one in those regards. He couldn't live in silence in the presence of others--not easily.

He walked in near silence, his footsteps naturally trained. Lancer had asked Shiki, her eyes bandaged up, to follow by noise, but he forgot that he was used to padding as silently as possible.]

Lancer? [She follows him rather well still, but it makes her wonder a bit. He definitely wasn't a regular human.] Isn't that an English word?

Generally. For the moment, it's just a title.

[It would take some walking to reach the markets, so Lancer occasionally stole glances backwards.]

You're rather perceptive, I'm noticing.

A title for what? [As far as she knows, titles are usually more for lords or queens or what-have-you. It's a bit curious admittedly, and it's not like she has anything better to talk about.

At that though, she shrugs.]

I guess so.

My class. It's just a marker for what I'm skilled in, honestly. [An obvious one only when he's armed. As far as he looks to others, Lancer wears the appearance of a slacker more than a warrior.]

You don't. Do you not have a comparison for yourself?

Huh. You some kind of warrior or something? [Somehow it's taken a conversation like this for her to realize how odd a place she's in now.]

Comparison? Not really.

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