[Kain looked even less like a dragoon. He had managed to finally acquire a spear, but it was normal and mundane. It was starting equipment; it had no magic to it, no power, no enhancement. His true weapon was the pair of shutter shades that he wore pushed up on his forehead, shoved up, and if Estinien asked Kain would stoically refuse to talk about it. He didn’t want to talk about it. Don’t make him talk about it.
His carrier, which he wanted to talk about even less, was a two foot tall robotic chocobo clanking after them. They probably had a conversation about that, or, if they didn’t have a conversation, would have a conversation about that after they dealt with the noise. Which, speaking of, that extremely accurate observation got a noise in turn from Kain. It sounded like an extremely resigned bastard child of a sigh and a hn.]
I find it unlikely we would be that fortunate.
[And sure enough, there was some sinister chuckling from the woods. As if they were villains from a bad play, some appropriately scruffy men emerged from the darkness. One of them was obviously the leader, as he was larger and had bad hygiene.
The leader- leader needs a name, so he can be Havasi. Havasi sneers the two heroes, twirling a knife in a fashion which was clearly supposed to be intimidating. “I don’t suppose you two fine dandy-folk know where you are, but this here’s the territory of the Blue Sword Gang.”
The Blue Swords all sneer and do the generic 'here here' nonsense. There’s five of them. (Kain has, meanwhile, gone from hn to SIGH at this point, veiled by a thin veneer of flat neutrality, though he's five minutes away from just spitting out some threat of his own and getting to work. It's hard to take this seriously on multiple levels.)
“And since you’re new here I figure you don’t know the rules and all, but-“
This would go on with the formalities - threats, a fight - but that was when a boxcar tumbled from a tree not that far from there and distracted everyone with a large, metallic, booming crash.]
If manpain was weaponized between the two of them they could end the war.
His carrier, which he wanted to talk about even less, was a two foot tall robotic chocobo clanking after them. They probably had a conversation about that, or, if they didn’t have a conversation, would have a conversation about that after they dealt with the noise. Which, speaking of, that extremely accurate observation got a noise in turn from Kain. It sounded like an extremely resigned bastard child of a sigh and a hn.]
I find it unlikely we would be that fortunate.
[And sure enough, there was some sinister chuckling from the woods. As if they were villains from a bad play, some appropriately scruffy men emerged from the darkness. One of them was obviously the leader, as he was larger and had bad hygiene.
The leader- leader needs a name, so he can be Havasi. Havasi sneers the two heroes, twirling a knife in a fashion which was clearly supposed to be intimidating. “I don’t suppose you two fine dandy-folk know where you are, but this here’s the territory of the Blue Sword Gang.”
The Blue Swords all sneer and do the generic 'here here' nonsense. There’s five of them. (Kain has, meanwhile, gone from hn to SIGH at this point, veiled by a thin veneer of flat neutrality, though he's five minutes away from just spitting out some threat of his own and getting to work. It's hard to take this seriously on multiple levels.)
“And since you’re new here I figure you don’t know the rules and all, but-“
This would go on with the formalities - threats, a fight - but that was when a boxcar tumbled from a tree not that far from there and distracted everyone with a large, metallic, booming crash.]