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Who: Shinji! and! you!
Where: various
What: ya boy shinjiro, man about town (feat. brunch, Axe Swinging, and misc tdm-inspired loitering)
Warnings: nothing yet

cooking mama sequel

[While he doesn't actually live in the inn anymore, Shinji is here at the inn today, helping himself to the kitchen as the locals so generously allow him to. Things have been weird? He remembers passing out and waking up somewhere else entirely (or: he was kidnapped to the grove, and unconscious throughout), and while he was out, it seems like a bunch of people had a strange and uncomfortable time.

So!

Well. All Shinji knows to show empathy is making food and punching, and one of those isn't really viable, and the other one he's only doing so that he doesn't have to think about the implications of being mysteriously kidnapped. All this to say he is at the inn, in the kitchen, making Food. He's both very skilled and weirdly fast at food preparation, so there is a lot, and since he lives on a farm with a bunch of egg-laying chickens, primarily it's Brunch.

If you come in looking for a nibble, he immediately snaps:]

Don't touch that. [And then just as immediately, prepares a delightful brunch plate and slides it over a countertop.] Eat this. And don't complain about it, okay?

[Complain... about free brunch... He can't just give out food normally or someone might notice he has Human Empathy.]

axe you a question

[Or: The training arc prompt, because if sleeping with a big axe next to his bed doesn't deter magical shadow kidnappers, he'll just have to... stop sleeping and swing it around all the time?

Whatever. He's workshopping it. He's never really, um, trained before, is the thing— not formally? Not really? His bestie is the training-addicted jock, Shinji is merely a tank with a big axe. So while he is here, at the random spot he's chosen to train in (somewhere with less foot traffic, see, is the sole requirement), he has no planned routine.

Or even, like. Stretches? Do people stretch? Goddamn. It's warm out but he's dressed like it's winter and he's carrying a big axe, which might not be the most comforting of figures to be addressed by, suddenly:]

Hey. You. ....Do you know how to fight? [hm, well, no, and he frowns because now it's embarrassing-] Do you know how to train.

misc around town mini prompts

[You may run into Shinji:

A. Loitering in the statue garden, where he will be staring at his own statue with an air of obvious and grim Sulking, suspiciously fist-sized rock in hand at his side... ah jeez...!!

B. Not-quite-celebrating at ....the post-event celebration, that is to say, lurking to pick up some food and then disappearing again. He gruffly brushes off any local trying to rope him back in, using the logic that he definitely just slept through the whole thing so please leave him the hell alone this time, but as it starts to get darker he's definitely hanging around as a self-appointed Party Bouncer in case anything out there gets any ideas. Or in case someone in the party starts some shit.

C. Out in the woodsy areas that need replanting, crouched down next to a hole in the ground with a seed in hand. A magic seed. He's literally seen a fairy but he still feels the need to ask,] ....This isn't for real, right?

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[The sad thing is that he knows that Shinji would help him on the farm if he asked!! But he doesn't want to ask his son to do such hard labor after he went missing for a week. Astralin making a face as he turns his gaze back to the fields in front of him. Quickly adjusting his posture, and squinting into the distance when he notices something in the fields.

He has to wonder if Shinji wants to use his axe now. Though, he makes eye contact with Shinji for a moment in silence, wondering if he saw something in the shadows like he did.]

... Hm.

[Well, ten points for great communication, then. Shinji is... fine... like this, for the time being. It's a holding pattern, but he's learned to live with that for the past couple years in some shape or another, so.

Well, so. It's not an immediate concern, not like the way Astralin perks up and looks out into the dark; Shinji follows his gaze, brow furrowed. Is there something there, or is he on edge enough to start seeing hostiles in every breeze-blown stalk of wheat...]

....Want to go check it out?

[He has to wonder if he's seeing shadows or not, and he lifts his body up from the wall. The back of his hand running through his hair, and making a soft humming noise. His hand reaching out for the scythe on his back unconsciously, and pressing it against the floor as he nods his head.]

Yes, we might as well. I do not know what beast, or... Human may linger, but if they are dangerous, I would not want to ruin anyone's fun. We deal with it quietly, yes?

[The grip on his scythe his strong, but he does smile softly at Shinji. Astralin had his back, after all.]

[Well, Shinji has already assumed the worst, and here he is without his goddamn axe. This doesn't seem to stop him from stepping forward from his little guarding spot, arms folded, expression hard. Time to beat some sense into somebody out in the dark, he supposes. And if it's some kind of beast, and it comes down to it, well...

He'll get by without the axe. In a pinch. If he has to. He hums, nodding to Astralin just once.]

Yeah. Did you see where it went?

Toward the east... It moved rather quickly, did it not?

[While it wasn't a large shadow, it moved very swiftly. Which, he isn't sure how to parse that. Faintly wondering if Shinji should stay behind since he didn't have his axe with him, but what's the worst it can be? He thinks to himself, as he stares over at Shinji with a hesitant expression on his features.]

... Come on.

[Annnddd his parental safety is out the window. Mainly because he knows that Shinji can take care of himself in a pinch.

He takes a step forward, off the steps of the tavern, and toward the dimmer area of the city. His hand unconsciously pulling out his scythe, and making small steps toward the area.]

You are familiar with monsters, are you not? What are they called in your world?

[Shinji merely grunts his agreement and follows Astralin out into the waiting dark. He's glad for the lack of concern for his well-being right this second, because he's certain that if this thing is indeed a beast of some considerable speed and threat, Astralin worrying about him unneeded will make things worse for them all in the long run. So: to business, then, trudging after something possibly-dangerous in the dark.

Honestly, he feels better doing this than loitering around at the party, either in it or just outside. When it comes to fighting monsters, he knows precisely what it is he should be doing.]

....Shadows, [he says, and there goes the seal on not telling anyone what's up at home beyond vague asides about "monsters,"] But they're just monsters. Somebody must have thought "Shadows" sounded special.

[The sort of vanity of people who would do experiments on children BUT it's not time for that, nope, it's hunting time. Shinji turns towards a suspicious rustling sound, gesturing for Astralin to look.]

That it?

Shadows? That is... Quite the name for monsters.

[His footsteps are careful, meticulous even. Monsters back home were actually very docile in nature, but he wasn't sure about the creatures in Expiation. Who knew what they would do here, and what they were capable of. He could never be too careful, and he didn't want to see Shinji injured because he was unarmed, or Astralin himself was careless in his footsteps.

So, when they reach a bush, and there's that suspicious rustling sound, Astralinc can't help but prepare his scythe with one hand. The other hand reaching for the bush, where he prepares to try and scare off the monster, or at least reveal it.]

Yes. On my count, Shinjiro.

One. Two. ...Three!

[Without hesitating, the man rips back the bush. ... Only to reveal a very familiar chicken. A very big chicken, who had a bow on it's head that Astralin had just put on this very morning.

The creature being none other, than the famous 'Scramble.]

... Ah.

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