I'm not eccentric in any way. [Closed!]
WHO: Claire Bennet, Hisanori Hayasaka
WHAT: A coincidental meeting because it was inevitable. Hisanori has a question. Interestingness ensues.
WHERE: Starting at the entrance of the Midnight Suns Tavern.
WHEN: Day 86 (I think?), evening.
The Queen's most recent announcement was the cause for something of a celebration for Hisanori - the futility of money had bothered him ever since he arrived and sure enough, there she went announcing that the local currency once again had meaning. He himself had been trying to think of ways to make this happen, possibly by causing a political uproar over it, but this alternative was infinitely better: This way, he didn't receive even a shred of blame over it and no one was any wiser about his motives. Well, that wasn't quite true. He hinted about it, but that only ran the point across that he was a man of business. Nothing at all about the kind of business. Or the extent of it.
Hisanori really couldn't complain about the current situation - well, except for the lack of Yuki and all of his business connections. Not much anyone could do about that, though, and the kid wouldn't want his big brother to go around moping about things. Or maybe he would on the off chance that it would wipe that smile off his face.
Of course it didn't. He was already scheming over a particularly cheap drink that justified his being there. Strategically situated in a spot where he could eavesdrop on poor unsuspecting patrons and watch people enter and exit at the same time, Hisanori very deliberately began to drain his glass as slowly as possible.
WHAT: A coincidental meeting because it was inevitable. Hisanori has a question. Interestingness ensues.
WHERE: Starting at the entrance of the Midnight Suns Tavern.
WHEN: Day 86 (I think?), evening.
The Queen's most recent announcement was the cause for something of a celebration for Hisanori - the futility of money had bothered him ever since he arrived and sure enough, there she went announcing that the local currency once again had meaning. He himself had been trying to think of ways to make this happen, possibly by causing a political uproar over it, but this alternative was infinitely better: This way, he didn't receive even a shred of blame over it and no one was any wiser about his motives. Well, that wasn't quite true. He hinted about it, but that only ran the point across that he was a man of business. Nothing at all about the kind of business. Or the extent of it.
Hisanori really couldn't complain about the current situation - well, except for the lack of Yuki and all of his business connections. Not much anyone could do about that, though, and the kid wouldn't want his big brother to go around moping about things. Or maybe he would on the off chance that it would wipe that smile off his face.
Of course it didn't. He was already scheming over a particularly cheap drink that justified his being there. Strategically situated in a spot where he could eavesdrop on poor unsuspecting patrons and watch people enter and exit at the same time, Hisanori very deliberately began to drain his glass as slowly as possible.