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[x] Check the time
[x] Stay here:
- (x) Eirin's office
First and foremost, you must check the time. It wouldn’t do to make a decision without proper knowledge of the hour, correct? Whipping out your watch, you give the face a check.
⌛: 10:40 a.m.
You still have plenty of daylight left, so why not check Eirin’s office? You need these guns appraised, after all, and there’s just as much chance of her being there as not. With this goal in mind, you walk to her office.
Having traveled this direction enough, you find yourself at the door to Eirin’s office quickly. After knocking on the door, a voice slightly higher than Eirin’s beckons you inside. Walking in, you see Reisen milling about the office doing this and that. Her blazer is draped over the chair, baring her arms in her short-sleeved undershirt. She notices you and gives one of her trademark warm smiles.
“Hello, KC. May I help you?”
“Just looking to get Eirin’s opinion on a few items. Rinnosuke got a new shipment.”
“Really? Maybe I could help.”
“Okay. I’d be a fool to doubt the apprentice of a genius.” You say as you take out the guns. Reisen’s face takes a light shade of crimson and giggles.
“You’re such a flatterer, KC.”
“Maybe a bit, but I’m just speaking my mind here. Anyway, here are the items.” You present the two pistols. Reisen first reaches for the Godkiller and laughs quietly to herself. You inquire about this.
“Well, I’m quite familiar with this. The image this gun is associated with, anyway. Where I come from this toy is made to mirror the main weapon of a wildly popular action hero. His name was Sir Archwood Leanback from the series ‘The Dude Has Got No Mercy.”
“That’s an…interesting name.” For some reason you imagine yourself dodging a bullet. Wonder why…
“Us fans called the character ‘Archie.’”
“Yeah, my siblings and I were really enamored with the character. We had all of the merchandise we could convince our parents to buy for us.”
“Really? I assume there was a lot.”
“Oh, of course. His movies, the comics and games based off them, toys, bedding, printed underwear, shirts; there was a lot. I’m glad our masters were so indulgent they allowed more to my parents to keep my sisters and me happy. Say, come to think of it, you look a lot like him.” This interrupts your brief mental image of Reisen in character-print undies.
“Really? I can see why he was so popular, then.”
“Yes, he had a lot of your features. Sharp nose, slightly gaunt cheeks, you look like a live-action version of him. Oh, his hair and eyes were much lighter than yours, though. Blonde and blue.” You like this guy more and more with each added detail.
“So, why the German?”
“Doesn’t it sound tough? They apparently chose it to contrast with his polite demeanor with everyone but the bad guys.” So this “Leanback” character was a Teutonic version of you? Neat.
“That’s fairly slick. So, I’m guessing he fights injustice and all that?”
“Kind of. His main enemy was the ‘Azure King’ and his minions. Thinking back, it was pretty intense for us kids to watch, but it was so fun. He saved his gun for the climax of the story when he had taken enough grief from the King. Then he’d pull it out, load one of the special bullets, say his catchphrase, and begin to ruin the days of the King and all of his henchmen while saying one-liners.” Reisen says in full fangirl mode. “Hey, could you do something for me?”
“This is going to sound weird, but could you aim the gun in front of you? Like you’re going to shoot someone?” You do so.
“Yes, but could you try to grimace? Like ‘Oh, I’m so angry and I can’t take it anymore?’” Reisen asks with a girlish joy. Channeling the time Todd swiped your stock of tea, you accomplish this to the best of your ability.
“Perfect! Just one more thing?”
“Please say this: I’ve got a hand full of death and a head full of mad.” She does her best tough voice as she says this.
“I’ve got a hand full of death and a head full of [i]mad.[i]” You say with added emphasis.
“Oh my God, perfect! You’re the spitting image of him. Thank you so much, I had always wanted to meet Leanback when I was a kid. Now I can die happy.” Her smile quickly disappears and her face reddens after she says this. “Oh, you must think I’m some kind of freak acting like this. I’m so sorry for getting like that, I just…”
“Hey, don’t worry. I’m sure if I was faced with a live version of Biggles I’d act the same.”
“James Bigglesworth, one of my heroes growing up. I guess you could say that where Archwood has guns and one-liners, Biggles has piloting and good old British know-how.”
“I see. Well, thank you for indulging my childishness. I’m afraid I can’t help you with the other gun, but if you leave it here I’ll make sure Master sees it. Good day.” Reisen says while leaving, still as red as a boiled lobster.
“Good day, and don’t worry about it. It was cute, if anything.” You say, trying to make her feel better about the whole thing. Reisen doesn’t seem to have heard that last part as she hurries out the door.
Well, now that you have the guns taken care of for now, what to do? You could…
 Stay at Eientei.
-() Your room.
“And don’t tell Tewi!” Reisen pops her head back in the office and almost shouts. Good Lord, woman! Don’t scare a guy like that!
“R-Right, of course not.” You say, not quite able to respond as eloquently as you’d have liked. Really, popping in like that when the scene has ended.
“Okay.” Reisen leaves a second time.
Where were you? Oh, right, where to go.
-() Main Village
-() Bamboo Village
-() Lake Village
-() Back to Kourindou. Whoever could his visitor be?
-() Stroll wherever your legs take you.
No lie juice here.