Post by thunderstrike23 on Jun 17, 2012 2:24:24 GMT -5
"Rougetown...isn't this outside the Line?" Touketsu asked himself, as he stepped off his one person boat. The poor boat itself was rather beat up, holes in the sales, hastily nailed boards on the outside were all that kept it afloat. It seems the swordsman had gotten tossed about in his voyages. "How...how did I go backwards?" he wondered aloud. He had -left- the Grand Line unintentionally. However, when looking back, he's lucky he found a port at all, considering he's never sailed before, didn't have a post log, nor even a map!
"Gaaah...I need a map." he said, scratching the back of his head. Touketsu paid the fee to the wharf clerk for tying up his boat here, and looked at what little savings he had managed to scrape together, to see if he could afford repairs. He thought he might have had enough, but as soon as he turned to ask for a quote, a small boy bumped into him, and took all his money.
"Hey!" Touketsu shouted, as the pouch was snatched from his hands. "That's mine!" he said, chasing after the child. It didn't take long for the young boy to lose the swordsman, who started to stamp his feet and flail about angrily. "Great! Now I'm stuck here!" he shouted, looking quite peeved with the situation.
He was interrupted by his stomach, which started to growl loudly. "Oh...and now I'm hungry..." he whimpered pathetically. He wasn't thinking when he set out, he didn't bring a fishing rod or anything with him. He was only lucky enough to catch a few small fish by hand the whole voyage. "I need to find food." he muttered, sighing, and starting to look around. Hopefully he could find some way to make money before he starved.
"I wonder if there are any blacksmith shops that are hiring..." he muttered, sighing heavily, as he started to look around. He had nothing valuable on him, except his blacksmith tools and the odachi strapped to his back, which he had made himself roughly a year ago. He did wonder if he would get some offers if he showed off the forged weapon.
He also wondered, offhandedly, if there was a place to catch a good fight, or brawl. Maybe if he stiffed someone on a bar tab, he could get into it with somebody. After all, he could eat, talk trash, and then fight someone. That seemed like a good deal of fun, he thought, brightening up a bit. "Let's go do that!" he said, happily, heading off in the direction of taverns, inns, pubs, and restaurants, to find a good one to start with.
"Gaaah...I need a map." he said, scratching the back of his head. Touketsu paid the fee to the wharf clerk for tying up his boat here, and looked at what little savings he had managed to scrape together, to see if he could afford repairs. He thought he might have had enough, but as soon as he turned to ask for a quote, a small boy bumped into him, and took all his money.
"Hey!" Touketsu shouted, as the pouch was snatched from his hands. "That's mine!" he said, chasing after the child. It didn't take long for the young boy to lose the swordsman, who started to stamp his feet and flail about angrily. "Great! Now I'm stuck here!" he shouted, looking quite peeved with the situation.
He was interrupted by his stomach, which started to growl loudly. "Oh...and now I'm hungry..." he whimpered pathetically. He wasn't thinking when he set out, he didn't bring a fishing rod or anything with him. He was only lucky enough to catch a few small fish by hand the whole voyage. "I need to find food." he muttered, sighing, and starting to look around. Hopefully he could find some way to make money before he starved.
"I wonder if there are any blacksmith shops that are hiring..." he muttered, sighing heavily, as he started to look around. He had nothing valuable on him, except his blacksmith tools and the odachi strapped to his back, which he had made himself roughly a year ago. He did wonder if he would get some offers if he showed off the forged weapon.
He also wondered, offhandedly, if there was a place to catch a good fight, or brawl. Maybe if he stiffed someone on a bar tab, he could get into it with somebody. After all, he could eat, talk trash, and then fight someone. That seemed like a good deal of fun, he thought, brightening up a bit. "Let's go do that!" he said, happily, heading off in the direction of taverns, inns, pubs, and restaurants, to find a good one to start with.