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Post by qwertyuiopaz on Jun 21, 2009 0:04:43 GMT -4
It was just sunny where he was before. He was enjoying life, laying back, relaxing, and then he blacked out. And before Salvador knew it, he found himself in Traverse Town. Where was his ship? He'd find it eventually, but for now he was busy scowling and cussing under his breath.
"Them Harvey Wallbangers... Blasted things get me all the time, it's only those and I love 'em..." He threw his arms up in frustration and hung his head low, his hands returning to their former resting place: his pockets. He rummaged around, eventually coming up with a decent amount of money. Enough for a hotel room, yes, but would he rather that or quickly become rather intoxicated and form a one-man parade? There were a decent amount of things to jump on, enough places to get hurt, it was a perfectly viable option.
He stopped, looking around. Sure, there was a cafe. But bars? Hotels, for that matter? Bars? He scowled once more, and tried to pick someone out of the crowd. Luckily for him, he found someone who stuck out. Not too much, but enough.
"Oy you, Astroturf, Duke Nu- yeah, you!" He was pointing straight at the guy. "You know your way around here?" Hopefully he did. And by 'know your way around here', the man clad in red was actually talking of bars, pubs, places of alcoholic leisure and whatnot. He knew alcoholism was bad, but in his mind it made things fun and gave him a reason to do dumb things that would otherwise land him in big trouble. 'I was drunk!' 'I couldn't control myself!' He knew it was terrible, but he liked being terrible.
As he strolled around the main plaza, Gozo felt a certain degree of...well, could it really be nostalgia? After all, it wasn't necessarily the happiest of times. Then again, Cara did brighten things up during his time there. Nonetheless, it felt kind of nice to visit this place again. Things hadn't changed much. Seemed like there were less people around, but that had to be a good thing, no? Sitting himself down on a stair leading up the Moogle Shop, he looked around, taking in the calm scener-
"Oy you, Astroturf, Duke Nu- yeah, you!"
...what the...?
"You know your way around here?"
Noticing the man was pointing at him, Gozo stood up and brushed himself off, recovering a bit from the surprise. He spoke as he approached the yelling man. "Ah, yes, more or less. What is it that you're looking for, Mr...?"
Post by qwertyuiopaz on Jun 21, 2009 12:31:07 GMT -4
He sighed in relief. There was hope! It came from Mr. Halfdome here, but regardless, hope is hope. Of course, unless it's from someone who's drunk. He guessed he wouldn't be the one to get hope or advice from. Wait, what was he saying? Of course he wasn't the one to get advice from! He watched the man approach, and all he could look at was the flat top. What an odd hairstyle, man...
"Salvador. I'm looking for, well..." he grinned and put an arm on the shoulder of his new 'friend'. "I'm looking for places of leisure that involve only the finest in brewed, alcoholic pleasures." He gave himself points for creativity, how else would someone such as he describe a bar? It was unfitting to leave it at that, Salvador thought, because he had spent so much time in them before. That, and he was pretty much able to do whatever he wanted while intoxicated. He had gotten banned a multitude of times, but that was only on his home world. They didn't appreciate his form of... Street slapstick. He'd have to add that to his little book of handy euphemisms.
...a bar? Gozo could hardly understand why any man would choose to go to one of those places of their own free will. Then again, dealing with an alcoholic superintendent of the orphanage back home had given him a great deal of personal bias. Nonetheless, he should show the man...Mr. Salvador, he called himself, the way as a common courtesy.
...Of course, that's assuming that the lad had any idea as to find one of the hellholes...
"Well, er...I'm not exactly sure where to find it...I'm not even sure if there is one around here. But still, I can help you look," he said with a friendly smile.
Post by qwertyuiopaz on Jul 3, 2009 18:08:39 GMT -4
(Next time PM me / bug me on MSN how I haven't posted, SO SORRY! D8)
A sigh escaped him. And you know what escaped him as well? Common courtesy and a good mood.
"Well, you live here. Normally, when people live here, they know where things are. Do you have any idea, any idea at all where there's a pub? God, I'm gonna need to get some to go..." He frowned and sighed, looking distraught, angry, dazed and a bunch of stuff Salvador didn't quite know or want to bother to look up. One might think he was just in a bad mood about this whole ordeal, but they were only half right. He was in a bad mood for every ordeal, but he was the self proclaimed second coming of various Kings. Of course, that's only when he's a bit buzzed. A bit buzzed in his own terms, meaning completely off his rocker. That didn't matter much.
"C'mon man, you gotta know somewhere!" he pleaded. If there wasn't a decent place to get a drink around here he was going to make some heads roll. Though, probably not Nukem here, he seemed like an alright guy. So far.
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Last Edit: Jul 3, 2009 18:09:59 GMT -4 by qwertyuiopaz
((Hey, no worries, man. I'm not one to rush people. ^_^))
His smile tilted downwards into a small frown, then back up to a neutral expression. This man wasn't going to be easy to deal with. Taking a silent, deep breath, he conversed with Mr. Salvador.
"Easy, sir. I think I can locate for you a place to drink. I know that there's restaurants and a hotel in Second District. Perhaps we can locate you a bar there." As much as he didn't really want to venture out into Second District, he couldn't help but check it out. After all, he'd only seen a peek of the place when he was here before; Perhaps he could find something new in there. "But I warn you, it's ridden with Heartless. Weak ones, from what I've heard, but Heartless nonetheless. You sure you want to go through with this?"
Post by qwertyuiopaz on Jul 4, 2009 16:49:39 GMT -4
"Easy, sir. I think I can locate for you a place to drink. I know that there's restaurants and a hotel in Second District. Perhaps we can locate you a bar there."
"Oh man, thank you so much," he said, surprisingly without sarcasm. It was all honesty. Still, he knew somewhere! Salvador knew it, it just took a bit of prodding. Of course, he did notice that the man seemed a bit disappointed. Oh well. Hey, it was his fault for not mentioning that in the first place, right? Salvador never did anything wrong. He chuckled silently at the prospect. Him? Do something wrong? Of course not.
"But I warn you, it's ridden with Heartless. Weak ones, from what I've heard, but Heartless nonetheless. You sure you want to go through with this?"
To that, he only shrugged. "Yeah, sure, fine with me, I can hold my own." With that, he unsheathed his rapier, but not in a hostile way. He wasn't keen on getting in trouble with whatever authorities may be here by attacking this man. Plus, he could stand Salvador, which was a definite plus in someone.
With a nod, Gozo began to lead the way. "Very well then, right this way, Mr. Salvador." Strolling down the path and up the stairs, the fuzzy-haired teen thought back to the last time he was here. Things were a bit brighter now. I mean, sure, there was less company around, but that would be considered a good thing. Now it looked mostly like it was mostly natives around the town now. With that in mind, Gozo smiled.
The duo reached the door to the Second District, Gozo just standing there in front of it. The last time he was in this district, he barely escaped with his heart. But he was stronger, faster, braver than before. He could handle this. Looking up to the drink-anxious man, he asked, "You ready for this?"
