[ When you're suddenly out in space, with minimal clue- scratch that, understanding and care- about how you got there, the first thing any reasonable person would do is get the lay of the land. Establish a place of security for themselves, take a moment to get their bearings and process the what's just happened to them, you know, whatever they need to do in order to feel safe and in control. It's only natural, only human, of course. ]
[ So let it be known Rokurou the ex-human-now-daemon is far from being any sort of reasonable person and can currently be found making his way into the first bar he's laid eyes on, all grins and ready to get himself wasted, money be damned. ]
Man, I can't wait to try some space alcohol.
[ Planetside. ]
[ He'd almost written off all of these asteroids as boring planets full of rock, but an off hand rumor he'd caught in a bar had been enough to catch his ear. Where there's prey, there are predators, but no one's ever seen a thing. Prey animals just up and disappear into the rocks, which is why people are saying that maybe it's the rocks themselves that are eating the smaller wildlife. ]
[ To some, that would be creepy. To Rokurou? That sounded like a blast. ]
[ And hey, what better enemy to fight than something that's literally as hard as rocks? ]
[ Which is why Rokurou's got that look in his eye, the one that says he's about to do something stupid as all hell in hopes of picking a fight, as he looks out across the rocky plains. Hoping to catch sight of something, anything even so much as twitch so he could leap on it. It's a look he's got maybe fifty percent of the time, but it's still worth noting that right now happens to be one of that fifty. ]
[ The fact that he still doesn't have any swords, just that basic weaponry that the sword had given to him that he still wasn't used to, was just a minor detail. ]
Rokurou Rangetsu | Tales of Berseria
[ Look. ]
[ Look. ]
[ When you're suddenly out in space, with minimal clue- scratch that, understanding and care- about how you got there, the first thing any reasonable person would do is get the lay of the land. Establish a place of security for themselves, take a moment to get their bearings and process the what's just happened to them, you know, whatever they need to do in order to feel safe and in control. It's only natural, only human, of course. ]
[ So let it be known Rokurou the ex-human-now-daemon is far from being any sort of reasonable person and can currently be found making his way into the first bar he's laid eyes on, all grins and ready to get himself wasted, money be damned. ]
Man, I can't wait to try some space alcohol.
[ Planetside. ]
[ He'd almost written off all of these asteroids as boring planets full of rock, but an off hand rumor he'd caught in a bar had been enough to catch his ear. Where there's prey, there are predators, but no one's ever seen a thing. Prey animals just up and disappear into the rocks, which is why people are saying that maybe it's the rocks themselves that are eating the smaller wildlife. ]
[ To some, that would be creepy. To Rokurou? That sounded like a blast. ]
[ And hey, what better enemy to fight than something that's literally as hard as rocks? ]
[ Which is why Rokurou's got that look in his eye, the one that says he's about to do something stupid as all hell in hopes of picking a fight, as he looks out across the rocky plains. Hoping to catch sight of something, anything even so much as twitch so he could leap on it. It's a look he's got maybe fifty percent of the time, but it's still worth noting that right now happens to be one of that fifty. ]
[ The fact that he still doesn't have any swords, just that basic weaponry that the sword had given to him that he still wasn't used to, was just a minor detail. ]
[ Nothing to worry about, surely. ]
C'mon, c'mon... I know you're out there.