[Thread] How we follow the path of the hero.

[apatheticary]

Who: The medicine seller and Yosuke.
Where: Some street corner in Elysium.
When: Backdated, the day of this.
Summary: Yosuke's picking up medicine, but it looks like he needs a cure for himself.
Rating: PG?
Other: Like a repairman for the soul.

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[waitingfora]

Is it really okay to leave Shika by himself? It's not like he's an invalid, but it seems like I'm abandoning him. Yosuke let out a faint sigh before deciding that he wasn't doing anything like that. He was getting drugs from someone on the Network for his friend. There was absolutely nothing wrong with this scenario. Other than everything. His head dropped slightly as he wondered if he was going to end up being shanked in the face and all his money being taken.

At that thought, his hand slipped into his pocket to look to see just how much money he had. Twenty... thirty dollars. If I show this off first, maybe he'll realize I'm just a poor student and won't kill me. He squinted at the sidewalk as he thought that was an even worse plan than before. Letting out yet another sigh, he finally looked up to see the person that he was to be doing business with. Only figured this because the guy said that he did dress up for his job. Wow, what a cute outfit. Complete with elf-ears? +10 to magic. Does his boss make him do that for medicine

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The rattling grew more frantic as the medicine seller drew closer to the boy, although it wasn't all that noticeable until the clacking of his geta on the sidewalk quieted as he came to a halt. He didn't say anything to Yosuke at first. In fact, it almost seemed as though he hadn't heard a word. The medicine seller's eyes turned to the right, then the left, scanning the area for any observers or anyone that the objects in his medicine box might be reacting to, but there was only the boy.

"Yes," he said finally.

He held up the wrapped package of medicine he had prepared, long white fingers with their sharp painted nails hooked under the hemp string. "I have your order here... However. I must request payment first."

[waitingfora]

"Here. Is thirty dollars okay?" Yosuke paused for a moment. "You're not a cop, are you? Like some sort of sting, 'cause this isn't like I want drug-drugs. I just um." In his mind, he could see the hole that he was digging himself and decided that he should just hand the money over and try to think of a good word if this was some elaborate plan. Extortion? No, but it is an 'e'-word.

"Anyway, thank you very much." Bowed, not sure exactly how this was going to work, as he held out the money. He did lift his head up a little at the sound of the rattling. "Do you hear that?" Looking around while in his pose, wondering if he was just hearing something weird from wind rattling against something, he raised an eyebrow before deciding that he was looking like a crazy person and should just let it go.

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The medicine seller ignored most of Yosuke's questions, responding only with, "It is not money that I require." Behind him, the rattling grew louder and louder, like a small animal trapped within one of the drawers trying desperately to claw its way to freedom. The medicine seller either did not notice or was so accustomed to the sound that he did not react to it. At least, not yet.

"Information," he elaborated after a pause, "is the only payment that I will accept. Not for the authorities, but rather, for myself. For example..." His gaze dropped to Yosuke's wrist. It was bandaged, and rather poorly. As suspected, he had yet to see a doctor. Luckily the medicine seller had included plenty of salve for a deep cut. "Tell me why your arm is injured."