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[redhairedrogue]

WHO: Red-Haired Shanks (and anyone who cares to interact!)
WHAT: A walk to the Crimson Dragon
WHERE: In Town, On the Streets
WHEN: A few hours before dusk, the evening he arrived.

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[holdthefon]

Ion had read stories about pirates, once. A long time ago, like he'd said--although it wasn't so very long as all that. In fact, it had been right at the beginning, right when he was learning how to read, and the words were the most incredible magic in the world, more amazing than learning to walk or speak, mimicking the expressions he saw to form his own array of emotions, which he vaguely, vaguely understood.

There was a real pirate. Coming here.

He'd seen a great many things in his relatively short lifetime, but he was excited nonetheless. Every day brought something new, especially when he was with Luke.

The Crimson Dragon was like most inns--Ion had learned well enough by now what most inns were like--with the noise and the bustle and the crowd downstairs, the muted quiet above, people in their own worlds, half-watching everyone else and half-ignoring them. And lovely, lovely smells from the kitchen.

[redhairedrogue]

As he stepped into the foyer of the inn and tavern, Shanks paused and looked around. Resting his right hand idly on the rapier that was slung low on his hip, he smiled at the innkeeper and strode up, sandals slapping on the wooden floors smartly. He leaned against the counter and cheerfully requested a room, then turned to glance over his shoulder at his fellow clientèle.

"Hey, is there anyone named Ion staying here? And...is there any opening for a tender in your tavern?" He offered the innkeeper his best, most winning grin.

[vagrant_mugen]

(Ah ha ha, I was wondering if I was going to have to start a new post

[redhairedrogue]

Just as the innkeeper was passing Shanks his room key, the doro was kicked brutally open. For a moment, instinct kicked in and an well-versed hand quickly enveloped the hilt of the rapier at his hip.

However, after a moment, Shanks realized that this was the one he'd been recently conversing with in his mysterious little journal, so the hand fell back to his side and he thanked the innkeeper for their time.

"Oh! I guess you found the place then!" the pirate commented cheerfully, still leaning roguishly against the counter.

[vagrant_mugen]

Rather unaccustomed to being greeted jovially (or in any manner polite) upon entering a room, Mugen blinked, standing in the doorway.

"You," he yelled staight across the room, taking in this supposed pirate. One arm, as he'd said, flaming red hair and a matching set of scars in triplicate over one eye. Someone asked him to move and close the door already. Mugen glared over his shoulder and deftly kicked the door shut before stomping, metal shod geta knicked the flooring, over the bar and slapping it.

"Sake," he told the serving girl.

[redhairedrogue]

"Me," Shanks replied in kind, and grinned. "Make that the best sake...and the biggest cups you can find." He paused for a moment, looking a bit downtrodden. "I miss that stash I have on board already."

While the woman bustled away to get their orders, Shanks surveyed his new acquaintance with benign curiosity. Certainly looked like he could've been a pirate long ago, possibly one from the South Blue.