THERE'S LIKE... NO PEOPLE HERE? WHAT THE FUCK. Let's go to the pawn shop first to see if he can find someone who won't curse the shit out of him. If no one is present, he might just loot stuff. He isn't a good man. ]
The pawn shop just has one older man at the desk, who peers at Joonghyuk the moment he steps in. Nice coat, nice sword. Clearly, YJH is better off than most, and he's eyeing it all. He sits behind a metal grate with an opening where you do exchanges, like a ticket exchange booth except instead of plexiglass, it's rusted steel.
Behind him sits an array of things, boxes of old material, trays of vials, what have you. He raises a brow, seeing if YJH will speak ip first. ]
[ He certainly does not understand this. But the man will take out his magnifying glass, complaining under his breath about people wasting his time or something of the sort.
At least until he checks the sword, and apparently whatever he sees is enough to blow him back -- almost literally, the way he practically falls off his chair. ]
"What's a guy like you doing with something like this...? No, no. No questions asked. It ain't like I'm a cop anyways! What do you want for it? Can take a couple of vials of smoke for it!"
[ YJH asked him how much but he's also seeing how much YJH thinks it's worth. ]
[ How easy would it be to kill this pawn shop keeper… As he lists the vials, it makes it more tempting, but Joonghyuk is from a more domesticated canon point. ]
[ I guess very. This metal grate is not very protective. ]
"We get what we get. The Shaitan one is worth tons in the right market, you know that? You tell me -- I, personally, think reptile transformation is bullshit, but maybe you're interested in that sort of thing."
[ You gave him SUCH HOPE FOR THE BIGGEST BARGAIN OF HIS LIFE AND YOU DO THIS TO HIM. His face is frozen in permanent :O surprise and shock now. I can('t) believe you've done this. I'm just gonna give this to you rather than make you fight this guy he's literally just some old seedy-ass man living in Hole, he's got nothing going on for him.
I GUESS YOU MAY... LOOT. There's a lot of bullshit in here, but aside from the box of smoke hew as perusing through, there is a second box under his desk labeled XXXX-XX-XX HOSPITAL in messy ink. The date is unclear if only because there's no definite year of Dorohedoro, but it is dated from ten years ago. ]
[ Joonghyuk goes quiet as he looks at the severed head. The shopkeeper wasn’t Super annoying, so he thinks this could have been avoided. There is a tinge of remorse.
And it passes. This dude had healing magic in a bottle and there’s no way Joonghyuk was going to give up his comfort sword for it.
Joonghyuk is going to carefully pocket some useful smoke. Give me whatever is useful and a shitposty one he accidentally takes, but he is definitely taking the healing vial. Are there any extra weapons?
[1] vial labeled 'EXPLOSIVE' [1] vial of reptilian transformation magic with this person on it [1] vial of a mystery vial labeled "?" because SOMEONE apparently is bad at keeping inventory [1] vial of white, A-grade healing smoke
You may have a sawed-off shotgun that this man kept behind the counter. It only has two shots.
The hospital box seems to have a couple of things. Some kind of medical bandage kit that simply just says 'PULL THE STRING', a couple of miscellaneous notebooks, an extremely dirty and old baseball cap with an emblem of a magic 8-ball on the front, and then at the very bottom, a medical report. Read it? You feel drawn to it. ]
[ Joonghyuk may read the medical records. He reads the following:
Patient Name: Kim Dokja DOB: ████-██-██
███████ ████████ ██ ███pital immediately following an incident where ███ ███████ ████ ████ ███ Lake of Refuse in a ████-sacrificial attempt. Severe corrosion present ██████████ ███ ████, eating through sev████ ██████ ██ ████. ████ ███ ingested, ███████ major corrosion and rapid degradation of ████████ ██████. Organ failure imminent. Total cessation of bodily systems imminent. There is no chance for survival salvation. Better me than anyone else.
███████ ██ recovered, but something has been ████████ █ ███ ███ ██████ out the window ███ █████ ████ ███ ██ ████ ██ if I was looking ██ someone else█ The ████████ from the Lake of Refuse ████ ██████ ████████████ ███ ██ ██ ███ ██ be ██████████ ██ ███████ █████
████-██-██ Autopsy Report
███████ ███ ████ █████ murdered█ ████ ███ █████ ████ █████ ██ █ █████ leading to the Lake of Refuse. Body was not recovered.
Appendix ████ ██ ██ ██████ New Sce█████
█O █HERE LAKE ██ REMEM███ WHAT YOU█VE ████ ? ████ ███ TRUTH ███ LAKE ██ THE RAIN REWIND BACK ██ ████ ███ LAKE ██ ██████ IS HOLE ██ CORPSES ███ ANSWER THE █████ NEBULA LOOKS FORWARD TO ███ REUNION ██ ███ ██████
Once he does so, the lightbulb above him suddenly shatters, leaving him in darkness. Outside, he hears rainfall. It's somewhat light still, but in the way that clearly suggests the rain is about to get much... much heavier. He will also feel illness and nausea building in his gut, a faint dizziness in his head, dull pain behind his eyes. ]
[ He dislikes this immensely, but he pushes down the negative emotions as best as he can. In the end, this is just a trip filled with tricks and illusions, but still—it speaks some truths. It brings up some bad memories. The record will be abandoned and he can’t look at the books without a light source…
Actually, the nausea helps him stay distracted. There’s confusion and frustration—why is he feeling this way? He doesn’t quickly make the connection it may be because of the rain, so he tries to leave the pawn shop with the shotgun I guess.
Will he even be able to move? He wants to see the empty lot?? From earlier. That was the other option, right? ]
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THERE'S LIKE... NO PEOPLE HERE? WHAT THE FUCK. Let's go to the pawn shop first to see if he can find someone who won't curse the shit out of him. If no one is present, he might just loot stuff. He isn't a good man. ]
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The pawn shop just has one older man at the desk, who peers at Joonghyuk the moment he steps in. Nice coat, nice sword. Clearly, YJH is better off than most, and he's eyeing it all. He sits behind a metal grate with an opening where you do exchanges, like a ticket exchange booth except instead of plexiglass, it's rusted steel.
Behind him sits an array of things, boxes of old material, trays of vials, what have you. He raises a brow, seeing if YJH will speak ip first. ]
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Also, yes, Joonghyuk looks like he has money (but he doesn't). He crosses his arms as he looks at what's here. ]
What do you sell here?
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"Depends. What're you lookin' to buy? ...Or sell?"
[ It's an incredibly old and dinky establishment. ]
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... What are in the vials?
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[ Delivered flatly. ]
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I am not here for jokes.
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"If you don't even know what's in 'em to begin with, they're nunya business."
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... I have a sword crafted in the 73rd Demon Realm, forged with metal capable of slaying Demon Kings and Constellations. Give me an estimate.
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"Yer telling me you got a sword that kills devils an' consternations and you're gonna sell it to me?"
[ You're telling me a shrimp fried this rice? ]
"Hand it here and I'll see if it's worth what you say it is."
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[ He really does not want to… ]
I’ll keep my hold on it while you appraise. You can reach out to touch it.
[ Sorry, he’s a paranoid bitch. Anyway, he unsheathes. This isn’t gay at all. Our rolls said this is heterosexual. ]
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"Put it on the desk then, weirdo. I'll get my tools."
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You don’t understand that this is his comfort sword. ]
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At least until he checks the sword, and apparently whatever he sees is enough to blow him back -- almost literally, the way he practically falls off his chair. ]
"What's a guy like you doing with something like this...? No, no. No questions asked. It ain't like I'm a cop anyways! What do you want for it? Can take a couple of vials of smoke for it!"
[ YJH asked him how much but he's also seeing how much YJH thinks it's worth. ]
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What kind of smoke are you offering?
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[ The dude wheels away on his fun spinny chair to bring back a box and squint into it. It just seems he has a scattered assortment of little things. ]
"Healing white smoke, better than the one from those Shaitan bastards, you get what I mean? Heh..."
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And those are your strongest and rarest vials?
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"We get what we get. The Shaitan one is worth tons in the right market, you know that? You tell me -- I, personally, think reptile transformation is bullshit, but maybe you're interested in that sort of thing."
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His justification is that this isn’t real, anyway, but the wounds him, Dimitri, and Emet may receive will be. ]
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I GUESS YOU MAY... LOOT. There's a lot of bullshit in here, but aside from the box of smoke hew as perusing through, there is a second box under his desk labeled XXXX-XX-XX HOSPITAL in messy ink. The date is unclear if only because there's no definite year of Dorohedoro, but it is dated from ten years ago. ]
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And it passes. This dude had healing magic in a bottle and there’s no way Joonghyuk was going to give up his comfort sword for it.
Joonghyuk is going to carefully pocket some useful smoke. Give me whatever is useful and a shitposty one he accidentally takes, but he is definitely taking the healing vial. Are there any extra weapons?
The second box labeled Hospital.
He
Opens it?
What is in here? ]
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[1] vial of reptilian transformation magic with this person on it
[1] vial of a mystery vial labeled "?" because SOMEONE apparently is bad at keeping inventory
[1] vial of white, A-grade healing smoke
You may have a sawed-off shotgun that this man kept behind the counter. It only has two shots.
The hospital box seems to have a couple of things. Some kind of medical bandage kit that simply just says 'PULL THE STRING', a couple of miscellaneous notebooks, an extremely dirty and old baseball cap with an emblem of a magic 8-ball on the front, and then at the very bottom, a medical report. Read it? You feel drawn to it. ]
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He goes for the medical record first. Other books can wait. What does it say? ]
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Once he does so, the lightbulb above him suddenly shatters, leaving him in darkness. Outside, he hears rainfall. It's somewhat light still, but in the way that clearly suggests the rain is about to get much... much heavier. He will also feel illness and nausea building in his gut, a faint dizziness in his head, dull pain behind his eyes. ]
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Actually, the nausea helps him stay distracted. There’s confusion and frustration—why is he feeling this way? He doesn’t quickly make the connection it may be because of the rain, so he tries to leave the pawn shop with the shotgun I guess.
Will he even be able to move? He wants to see the empty lot?? From earlier. That was the other option, right? ]
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