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WHO: Eichi Tenshouin (

finethanks) & ANYONE
WHERE: Bajikan
WHEN: Any day during their stay on the planet!
WHAT: Eichi visiting various districts and (possibly) dragging people along!
WARNINGS: None right now!

DISTRICT 1 - CLOSED to Victor Nikiforov (

genice)

[Though there had been numerous dangers on the last planet they’d visited, it seemed that the ship was no longer the safe haven he wanted to view it as, either. That was why, when they came across what seemed to be a lively area full of people and excitement, Eichi didn’t waste a second in finding who he could immediately drag with him off of the ship. Victor had seemed easy enough to convince, and before he knew it, they were entering the first district they came across. It required a red coin, which they both seemed to have, and Eichi was very eager to explore.

He had a feeling that this would be an odd one, when they verified his age at the gate, but there’s still something so shocking about walking along a street filled with shops and restaurants focused on both affection and lust. There’s no mistaking that the longer they stay here and walk around, the more he has some interesting thoughts himself, but he does very well in keeping that to himself, at least at the moment.

He’s not sure the same can be said for his friend here, who he keeps glancing at to check on. Eventually, there’s a rather elaborate jewelry store that he stops in front of, pointing at the glass and smiling over his shoulder at Victor.]

DISTRICT III - OPEN

[For anyone who wanders into the district promoting want, they might run across a frail looking boy from the ship, hunched curiously over a very small patch of flowers. It looks like just one or two, nestled closely together, and Eichi quickly reaches down to pluck one from the dirt, ending its life just like that.

Turning to the first person he sees, he smiles and wiggles the flower a little between his fingers.]

[Honestly he wants to make sure they’re not poison, first…]

DISTRICT IV - OPEN

[Going from district to district can be a little exhausting, especially when you’re as sickly as Eichi. The weather is very nice compared to the last planet, warm enough to keep him from shivering, but cool enough to keep him from overheating as well. But even with the ideal temperatures, walking so much has Eichi short on breath, and it’s both that and this district’s comforting feelings that keep him here for the longest. He takes a couple of naps, curled up and comfortable wherever he might find a spot, but it’s when he hears about another interesting plant that he decides to work a little.

He can be found in a quaint little cafe, holding a teacup close to his lips and smiling calmly as he waves over any glancing face, either from the window or to whoever might have just entered.]

[For anyone willing to join him, he’s willing to pay for the lovely relaxation-inducing tea, so enjoy with him!]

DISTRICT VI - OPEN

[This is probably the worst district Eichi could have wandered into. He’s exhausted by now, as even a simple thing like walking around and partaking in activities has his body tired, and the feelings that it brings out in this area are worse than normal. He’s always hated his weak body, but now, just seeing someone pass by so easily, with all of the energy in the world— it frustrates him beyond belief.

He’s used to holding these feelings back and appearing elegant, but this sick feeling is twisting in his stomach more and more, and he can’t even be bothered to keep his usual guarding smile in place.

Struggling to push forward despite his weak body and take what he wants, Eichi moves along, until it becomes to much and he’s left having a coughing fit on the sidewalk. There might be some blood, but pity won’t yield any nice results, right now.]

WILDCARD - OPEN

[He can be anywhere except district V, the violent district, because he might die there; his body can’t take it. Otherwise I’m open to anything, and hit me up on plurk (

nipponpon) or discord (zlos#3826) if you want to plot something specific!]

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[It takes him a moment, and a hand covers his mouth. The healing magic is a new sensation, and as small as it is, it probably works to calm his heart a little. From there, he catches his breath, slowly standing up tall again and dropping his hand away. He looks a little pale, but otherwise fine.]

D-don't worry, I just swallowed the wrong way. Woops. ♪ [No, he just is not used to eating flowers whole. Why didn't they decide to flower pact over some tea or something? Ahh, but the rumors said eat it, so.] So I wonder, do you feel wealthy? That little spin you just did has me very curious, but I'm still wondering if the rumor is true.

Oh, that's right! I nearly forgot why we even did this in the first place.

[He turns to his communicator, bony little fingers pecking hesitantly at the screen.]

I bet this was some kind of trick. I bet whoever told you the flower thing is hiding someplace right now and-- [GASP.] Wh-what the--? Oh my god! Someone just gave me three hundred thousand gold! Er, credits!

[Who even knows with JRPG money.]

Is this some kind of mistake??

[Eichi doesn't even comment on any of Emil's doubt. That much money, really? He steps closer and around the boy to peer at his balance, so hopefully he doesn't mind the invasion of privacy.]

My, that must be the magic of the flower at work. How instantaneous. Doesn't it feel as though you can get anything you'd like here, now? You can even purchase specialized gloves. [He claps his hands briefly and then taps at his own wrist communicator.

Being in this district so long has him eager for the money, so pulling up the balance to find the same has him smiling even wider. Ah, what a relief. It's not nearly the amount he's used to having, but it's better than the minimum wage level of payment he gets for being a bunny.]

[Emil doesn't mind, and even lifts his wrist a bit for Eichi to see. He doesn't make a lot of money either, so his account is basically at 300,000 and some chicken scratch.]

That's right! I could even get them embroidered, or put fancy jewels on them, or... oh, you know what? There's someone else on the ship with a scary face, and he wears a cool mask! I could get one of those maybe!

[These two really don't need each other right now.]

What are you going to get?

Fufufu, you're too hard on yourself, Emil. Doesn't your face already look like a cool mask? [A halloween mask, maybe... But he means it as a compliment. Still, he's pleased to see that much money in his account, and still he wants more.]

Depending on how long we stay here, I may be able to invest and increase my money by quite a bit. So many people here are eager to buy whatever they can get their hands on, so it wouldn't be a difficult task at all. Perhaps I'll even be able to perform.

My face almost gave you a heart attack.

[Said in a perfectly matter-of-fact way. He isn't super upset about it at the moment, but it is what it is and he'd change it if he had the chance.]

Really, you think you'll perform? What do you do, sing? Or play an instrument? Because you look like the sort of guy who'd play piano or something!

Do I? [That amuses him, of course, and he brings a hand to cover his own mouth politely while he chuckles.] I sing and dance. I'm what they call an "idol," you see. Capturing the hearts of my audience and delivering them to their wildest dreams... That's my duty.

An... idol?

[Emil's first thought is something quasi-religious, but there's something in Eichi's explanation that makes sense. Song, dance, being elevated to a much higher standard. It rings familiar, almost. Like someone else's half-forgotten memory.]

Wow... that's so cool! I don't know how you find the time to do all of that. Singing, dancing, investing, running a country... when do you even sleep?

[Someday, maybe he'll figure it out.]

Fufu, this "country" of mine revolves completely around performing. If the Emperor himself cannot manage to stay at the top, then he is not really the Emperor at all, is he? But that is why I'm not currently on the throne, I suppose.

[It might help if Eichi didn't speak in metaphors constantly. But he's lost in thought about this, and being in this place where greed takes over, he's only wanting the throne back more and more.] Would you like to hear me sing some day, Emil?

[The upshot to Eichi's near-constant metaphor is that Emil is finally starting to figure it out. He's not a literal emperor, he's... a fancy performer with a way with words.

That's still pretty cool in his book, and the promise of seeing him perform is actually kind of exciting.]

Yeah! Yes, of course, that would be really fun!

Fufu, I'm glad to see that you're excited about it. I'll have to do some practicing on my own, since it would be too lonely to sing songs that I normally do with my full unit. It would be missing too much.

Please be patient and I'll most certainly perform for you. ♪ [But for now, since they've both just eaten flowers and this area is such a strange one, Eichi gestures for Emil to walk with him as he moves.] For now, why don't we have some tea? Can you drink tea?

Unit?

[Emil floats after him, looking pretty cheerful.]

Sure, I still eat and drink. I love tea, especially with mint! But it's just nice to have however it's served.

A "unit" is a group of idols that works together. So the unit I lead, "Fine," consists of myself and three comrades of mine.

[So, like a boy band kind of? Probably.] But tea with mint is your favorite then? You can tell a lot about someone from their favorite type of tea, I've heard. It's a wonderful thing to share between friends.

Can you perform without them? Those other three friends of yours?

[The admiration is apparent in his voice. He's met so many performers here! It's so cool to be able to say he knows an idol.

He pauses, pointing ahead at a sandwich board outside a fancy, artsy-looking little cafe.]

Ah, there's one! Hopefully they have your favorite kind of tea, too.

Um, what is your favorite?

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