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thenearshore2018-07-11 12:02 pm
onedrinkwithme) wrote in thenearshore2018-07-11 12:02 pm
[Closed] Shelter and Stealth
Who: Aymeric and Ryoma
When: Backdated to November 30th
Where: Near Shore, a town outside Chichibu National Park
What: Special Mission 32: a tol nerd and a portal to the hair dimension decide to try and gather intel from a town nearby the forest where they were imprisoned. Hopefully this goes decently.
[It was when that they could find anything in the forest about any sign of a base, that Aymeric had a thought: if these people did not partake in shelter in the trees, what stopped them from going outside of it? There had to be a town or village where these cultists managed to stay at and maybe be able to carry their supplies to and from. The forest is a part of a park system and parks usually mean others can visit them...which means there needs to be places for people to stay. So naturally, his go to person for this is the same man that had made him realize this idea. Sorry that he's borrowing your shinki Hak, they're just going to get info! Maybe ice cream if he's good.]
My thanks for coming with. I believe it only right to have asked you since it was the same line of thought that this is possible.
[Hopefully. If there is one thing people liked no matter which multiverse, it's gossip.]
When: Backdated to November 30th
Where: Near Shore, a town outside Chichibu National Park
What: Special Mission 32: a tol nerd and a portal to the hair dimension decide to try and gather intel from a town nearby the forest where they were imprisoned. Hopefully this goes decently.
[It was when that they could find anything in the forest about any sign of a base, that Aymeric had a thought: if these people did not partake in shelter in the trees, what stopped them from going outside of it? There had to be a town or village where these cultists managed to stay at and maybe be able to carry their supplies to and from. The forest is a part of a park system and parks usually mean others can visit them...which means there needs to be places for people to stay. So naturally, his go to person for this is the same man that had made him realize this idea. Sorry that he's borrowing your shinki Hak, they're just going to get info! Maybe ice cream if he's good.]
My thanks for coming with. I believe it only right to have asked you since it was the same line of thought that this is possible.
[Hopefully. If there is one thing people liked no matter which multiverse, it's gossip.]
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He gives a nod as he follows Aymeric towards a town bordering the forest; should Hak need him, he can call for him in an instant. His god is highly self-sufficient anyways, so he's liable to take his time working on his polearm skills anyway, should something rear its ugly head. ]
I feel a need to see a task through once I've begun it. Even if we don't find a definitive answer, closing an avenue of possibility is just as important.
[ ... although there are a lot of avenues to cover. Still. Anything worth doing is worth doing thoroughly and with steadfast dedication. ]
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When they reach the town, the first thing Aymeric will notice is that the clothing of the people was vastly different than what most would wear; instead of the trendy usually seen in Tokyo, the people here dress as if they were to go camping or enjoy nature. This might be promising after all...and thankfully not appearing to them. That's good because for this mission, all they require is intel and they cannot very well ask for it. They'd think them weird or crazy.]
This place is rather busy...we may have found our location after all.
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Ryoma looks around the area with a thoughtful expression, studying the cluster-and-flow of the area's denizens as they mill about. ]
It's as likely as any place. The question as to who we're looking for remains, however.
[ He's quiet for a long moment, trying to think--if I were a kidnapping asshole of a cultist, what would I do that would make me appear to fit in, though I'd overlook a key detail or two that'd make it easier to pick me out of a crowd. The mind boggled. ]
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[The Scions had someone usually on watch in the Forgotten Knight for any bits of gossip while they stayed in Ishgard but there was another snag if a previous prayer was a sign: some cultists may have been younger than the age to drink. So that leaves merchants and inns.]
Some may have been too young to partake in drinking so we cannot look in a tavern. A shop seems fair but we also must assume that the shopkeepers may notice a large gathering and therefore raise suspicion.
[And that means-]
Which leaves us an inn. It would be easy for a large group to gather and not raise any flags.
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Even if we can't find the remnants themselves, the innkeepers may remember a crowd of strangers who congregated together, or wore similar garb... perhaps thinking them a traveling caravan of some sort.
[ What is a tourist group, exactly. ]
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At least according to Urban Dictionary.]
Not only that but we may get names in the process. Even if it is just one, it will count.
[While Aymeric is familiar to the internet, he doesn't know everything. If they get a few names and addresses, that would work for him because they can look at the situation much more closely. See the connection between the people.]
It looks like there is a hotel nearby. We should start our search there.
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I wonder if Google's Maps can tell us the location of the nearest inn, should this place prove to be... particularly poor at advertising.
[ Signs are an important part of the tradition of knowing where the fuck one is at any given point, thank you kindly. Ryoma is scanning the buildings, looking for a telltale cluster of characters, or a symbol that'd seem to beckon travelers to rest their weary, evil little heads. ]
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[No one would be able to see where to go and that would be a mess in itself. But as he walks around there is a larger building that has the appearance of rustic beauty but there is a sign that definitely says 'inn' in the title and very populated.]
I think we found it.
[That's some luck as Aymeric decides to walk in through the doors and see the tourists in their natural habitat: talking to their comrades, speaking to the reception, some on their phones. If anything, Aymeric can think of two places to start.]
I am thinking between listening to the inn patrons and looking behind the desk where the workers seem to hold information. We each can take one outlet and work our way from there.
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Keen eye, [ he praises, because I can't remember if Aymeric and Ryoma have traded names or not, following the god closely as they find themselves in the nest of the wild Tourist. There are many familiar things here, and yet time has warped everything just a bit, like a wooden frame after a march of decades. ]
Mm. I'll keep an eye out and roam the area listening for likely conversations, if you want to look through their records. [ ... it seems a bit illegal, but Ryoma's not feeling guilt. They have shit to find, and humans are terrible at listening when they're needed most. What's a privacy law? ]
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While Ryoma goes to do his bit, Aymeric will be off to check out the clerk desk and workers. Being unseen to humans do have its perks! The first thing he figures to do is listen for anything out of the ordinary; it ends up to be a bust as they only talk about how this week is a bit slower. It may not be relevant to the case at hand but it is something to think about for the future. Next thing to look at is any record keeping from them. He would personally have liked an actual hard copy but it seems he may have to print one out.
He's a patient man as he watches the clerk enter their information on the computer, rather intrigued by how people of this world use technology. He waits for about fifteen minutes as he looks at how they access certain sensitive information and the dates and realize that's what he may need. Once she leaves the desk, Aymeric moves in. Pulling up those particular dates before and during the kidnapping and rescue and looking at the guest list...hmm, this might be interesting.
Now this may seem like an act of the invasion of privacy but there are two things sticking in Aymeric's mind: what the fuck is it and this is important because innocent people may get hurt. He prints it out and snatches it before the clerk returns. With the list and info in hand, he should check on his partner in crime...]
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Ryoma makes his way to the gathering space, drifting silent and stoic amongst the men and women gathered to enjoy the inn's hospitality--even if they aren't staying the night, the food smells good and the spirits likely go down clean. He moves from group to group, taking a mental note as the locals engage in the oldest of pastimes--a good round of gossip about people that'd come and gone from their space.
The samurai lingers by a particularly robust group, listening intently as they grouse and grumble about the newest batch of strangers--the nature loving convention that'd come and gone without leaving the town better for their passing, how rude. Ryoma thinks a moment, and then adds his voice to the conversation, speaking low so as not to make people lose their focus on those jerks that'd kept their money to themselves--he's trying to set up a blank for them to fill, after all. ]
I remember that group. Do you remember the one? You know, the one who had the... thing...
[ The trailing, leading sentiment--if you give people an open-ended enough prompt, they'll pull their own precious details to fill it. Hopefully. Ryoma's not great at subterfuge, but he'll wing it anyway. ]
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Ryoma, surprisingly, whips out his phone, and begins to tap down names--or the phonetic approximation of the names, recording each one diligently as they come. Some of these people were likely just caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, the victims of small-town ire and poor tourist manners, but Ryoma wasn't the type to leave any stone unturned... even if it meant using his demon brick and its 'Notepad' function.
When the tide of gossip shifts to less helpful things and more complaining about kids these days, Ryoma thinks back to the carping about milennials that got him here in the first place and heaves a sigh, shaking his head as he takes his leave of the busybodies and goes to find his partner in crimes on a technical and legal sense, holding the phone out for Aymeric's inspection. ]
I tried to record the names as I heard them; some of the spellings may be off.
[ You damn modern children and your kirakira names. ]
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It seems we got quite a few names to look at; a step in the right direction.
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We have our path forward, then. I don't think we'll get much more here, unless you want to keep skulking around in hopes of other fonts of gossip speaking far too much.
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[They cannot leave this alone now; in deep enough to keep going. Besides, these cultists did not realize that they decided to mess with stubborn idiots who don't seem the type to back down.]
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[ ... s o m e h o w. These devices had that capability, didn't they? Modern technological witchcraft mysteries were beyond Ryoma, truthfully, but his heart was in the right place. ]
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[Some tech is a bit jarring but simply copying down will be a bit easier on the fantasy land types.]
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[ Ryoma has nice handwriting! He's very methodical when he's gettin' his scribe on. ]
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[Definitely needs to have good handwriting given their positions. And no one would even try to read chicken scratch.]
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Hopefully we're not just chasing rabbits through briars... though I suppose we won't know until we begin digging deeper.
[ ... and hell, what does Ryoma have to do all day, other than bother Hak? ]