Don't have it. [He answers frankly and without moving.]
[Takizawa had been living as a transient ever since leaving the Aogiri Tree and hadn't needed any money of his own while with them. Why would he be carrying any cash now? It's not as though he'd taken up a job here.
He fishes around in his pockets, producing a questionable vial with a skull-shaped cap which he sets on the table.] Wait, hang on.
[There's a somewhat worse for wear wallet in his hands now, and he fishes a hand around in the contents. Despite appearances there isn't much inside apart from receipts. Finally he pulls out a single coin and sets it next to the vial.
(patiently, hei watches as things are unearthed from takizawa's pockets. a sinister-looking vial, a wallet, a coin. he recognizes it as yen and doesn't have much of a reaction; there's a slow blink and a raise of dark eyes, and he leans back in his seat to address the problem.
namely, everything.)
Wrong currency. This place uses "cunes," this is a twenty yen coin from Japan. Now, (a hand out, flat, palm indicating the street,) I've been tolerant. I won't be the next time I have to ask you.
You didn't say what currency. You said "twenty". Maybe you should have been more specific.
[He's well aware of what the money in this place is called. Knowing it isn't going to make any of it magically appear in his pockets. He stares at the open hand but places nothing in it.]
I don't know about you, but changing up the deal after an amount is given doesn't seem very good for business.
[What's he going to do, anyway? Blacklist him from fortunes? Divinate him to death?]
(a gloved finger flicks the yen coin off of the table and it lands somewhere behind takizawa on the street, left there to be trampled underfoot.
suffice to say hei's through talking, because his only reply is a noncommittal grunt and a reach forward to draw the booth's velvet curtains closed with a sharp 'shff.')
[That's not an unexpected reaction, but Takizawa gets to his feet all the same. He grabs for the curtains in order to force them back open. Really? This guy thinks shoving a piece of fabric between them is going to get him to leave?]
(the grab at the curtains has hei gripping the handle of a large two-pronged blade, thrusting it through the gap in the cloth. it rests a foot away from takizawa's chest, poised, its wielder casting a dark look up from beneath the hood of his cloak.)
And you have no self-restraint. (a low threat follows:) I suggest you let the curtains go and find something else to preoccupy yourself with. It's in your best interests.
(he doesn't have to use divination magic to tell that takizawa's luck's going to change drastically if their quarrel doesn't end now.)
[Takizawa stays still, hands still on the curtains as he glances downward just enough to get a look at the blade at his chest. It's an interesting weapon - maybe not something he'd gotten here. Threatening, for sure. His face breaks into a toothy grin.]
Are you going to fight me here? That would also be bad for business.
[He's basically human here, from what he can tell, just with some magic at his disposal that he's not fully sure what to do with yet. If he gets stabbed, he's not going to regenerate the way he normally would.
I'd fight you here and I'd kill you here. (the grin tells him all he needs to know: he's unstable, like so many people he's fought before.) All that's left for you to do is step down and away from me.
I only want to be left alone.
(that's all he's ever wanted, to make enough to cover his meal and find a nice, quiet, secluded place to eat it. please, lord.)
What you're doing is pointless. Find someone else to harass.
You want to be left alone, but you wanted business?
[Takizawa steps back a little, grin giving way to an annoyed frown.] Seems contradictory. [Of course he hadn't been allowing for either of these things.]
[The threat is enough to make him want to fight this man for real, but he's at least collected enough to know when he shouldn't jump into a fight unprepared. In his own world he's a force to be reckoned with, but here he can barely figure out how to get his magic to work. It's pathetic.
So he sighs.] Right. Fine. Sure.
[Hei will get what he wants for now. Takizawa throws up both hands and walks away.
...But he'll return in about half an hour to slam 20 cunes down on the table.]
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[Takizawa had been living as a transient ever since leaving the Aogiri Tree and hadn't needed any money of his own while with them. Why would he be carrying any cash now? It's not as though he'd taken up a job here.
He fishes around in his pockets, producing a questionable vial with a skull-shaped cap which he sets on the table.] Wait, hang on.
[There's a somewhat worse for wear wallet in his hands now, and he fishes a hand around in the contents. Despite appearances there isn't much inside apart from receipts. Finally he pulls out a single coin and sets it next to the vial.
It's twenty yen.] There. Twenty.
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(patiently, hei watches as things are unearthed from takizawa's pockets. a sinister-looking vial, a wallet, a coin. he recognizes it as yen and doesn't have much of a reaction; there's a slow blink and a raise of dark eyes, and he leans back in his seat to address the problem.
namely, everything.)
Wrong currency. This place uses "cunes," this is a twenty yen coin from Japan. Now, (a hand out, flat, palm indicating the street,) I've been tolerant. I won't be the next time I have to ask you.
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[He's well aware of what the money in this place is called. Knowing it isn't going to make any of it magically appear in his pockets. He stares at the open hand but places nothing in it.]
I don't know about you, but changing up the deal after an amount is given doesn't seem very good for business.
[What's he going to do, anyway? Blacklist him from fortunes? Divinate him to death?]
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suffice to say hei's through talking, because his only reply is a noncommittal grunt and a reach forward to draw the booth's velvet curtains closed with a sharp 'shff.')
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[That's not an unexpected reaction, but Takizawa gets to his feet all the same. He grabs for the curtains in order to force them back open. Really? This guy thinks shoving a piece of fabric between them is going to get him to leave?]
You have awful people skills.
[He says as if his are any better.]
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And you have no self-restraint. (a low threat follows:) I suggest you let the curtains go and find something else to preoccupy yourself with. It's in your best interests.
(he doesn't have to use divination magic to tell that takizawa's luck's going to change drastically if their quarrel doesn't end now.)
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Are you going to fight me here? That would also be bad for business.
[He's basically human here, from what he can tell, just with some magic at his disposal that he's not fully sure what to do with yet. If he gets stabbed, he's not going to regenerate the way he normally would.
There's something thrilling about that.]
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I only want to be left alone.
(that's all he's ever wanted, to make enough to cover his meal and find a nice, quiet, secluded place to eat it. please, lord.)
What you're doing is pointless. Find someone else to harass.
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[Takizawa steps back a little, grin giving way to an annoyed frown.] Seems contradictory. [Of course he hadn't been allowing for either of these things.]
[The threat is enough to make him want to fight this man for real, but he's at least collected enough to know when he shouldn't jump into a fight unprepared. In his own world he's a force to be reckoned with, but here he can barely figure out how to get his magic to work. It's pathetic.
So he sighs.] Right. Fine. Sure.
[Hei will get what he wants for now. Takizawa throws up both hands and walks away.
...But he'll return in about half an hour to slam 20 cunes down on the table.]