What do you mean, the last time I was here? I've never seen you before in my life! I only just got here today!
[ Normally Hiro wouldn't be so rude to a stranger -- especially someone he's trying to haggle with. But he's spent this entire conversation talking in circles with this shopkeeper and he's swiftly losing his patience. ]
Look, I'm telling you, this is all that I have, and it's a reasonable price. I just want to buy this toolkit! Why are you making this so difficult?
2. chase
[ Hiro's not sure what he did to make those guys so angry -- he couldn't have done anything! He's never met the before! Regardless, they seemed ready to take some kind of grudge out on him and Hiro really wasn't too keen on sticking around to find out why.
He darts down the street, lithe frame and years of experience making it easy to dart through the crowd with ease. Still, he stumbles once, crashing face-first into someone and sending them both tumbling to the ground. Hiro scrambles to his feet, bowing quickly at the stranger in a frantic apology. ]
Sorry -- sorry! I didn't mean to, I just -- uh --
[ His eyes darted to the crowd. Were they still after him? ]
5. wildcard
[ Hiro's managed to scrounge up a book of blank pages for himself. He sits hunched over at an outdoor table at a cafe somewhere, furiously writing as he chows down on a pork bun with his free hand. It's a train of thought mess as he tries to work out his frustrations in the slowest way possible but it'll do for now. It's somewhere between a journal entry and a log of the mishmash of technology he's spotted here so far, along with half-finished ideas in the margins of what he could possibly do with it all.
His glasses fog and Hiro lifts his head, setting down his pen and letting the bun hang from his mouth as takes them off to wipe the lenses on his shirt, his face plainly visible to any passers-by. ]
Hiro Takachiho | Marvel 616
What do you mean, the last time I was here? I've never seen you before in my life! I only just got here today!
[ Normally Hiro wouldn't be so rude to a stranger -- especially someone he's trying to haggle with. But he's spent this entire conversation talking in circles with this shopkeeper and he's swiftly losing his patience. ]
Look, I'm telling you, this is all that I have, and it's a reasonable price. I just want to buy this toolkit! Why are you making this so difficult?
2. chase
[ Hiro's not sure what he did to make those guys so angry -- he couldn't have done anything! He's never met the before! Regardless, they seemed ready to take some kind of grudge out on him and Hiro really wasn't too keen on sticking around to find out why.
He darts down the street, lithe frame and years of experience making it easy to dart through the crowd with ease. Still, he stumbles once, crashing face-first into someone and sending them both tumbling to the ground. Hiro scrambles to his feet, bowing quickly at the stranger in a frantic apology. ]
Sorry -- sorry! I didn't mean to, I just -- uh --
[ His eyes darted to the crowd. Were they still after him? ]
5. wildcard
[ Hiro's managed to scrounge up a book of blank pages for himself. He sits hunched over at an outdoor table at a cafe somewhere, furiously writing as he chows down on a pork bun with his free hand. It's a train of thought mess as he tries to work out his frustrations in the slowest way possible but it'll do for now. It's somewhere between a journal entry and a log of the mishmash of technology he's spotted here so far, along with half-finished ideas in the margins of what he could possibly do with it all.
His glasses fog and Hiro lifts his head, setting down his pen and letting the bun hang from his mouth as takes them off to wipe the lenses on his shirt, his face plainly visible to any passers-by. ]