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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 22, 2015 18:15:20 GMT
The man was drunk, as had already been established. Raisu could not glean much else from the man's face, which worried him. A drunk could be unpredicitable, and with no clue as to his mood, Raisu found himself walking on thin ice. Supposedly he was a tough man, but that could just be the alcohol talking for all Raisu knew. After all, what kind of boisterous drunk talks down on himself? If anything, it was usually the opposite. He half expected the man to begin boasting about the size of his muscles or the like. Not that Raisu would be able to follow him well if he did. He'd barely followed the last time the man spoke. Instead, he sighed and shook his head.
"You're drunk, man. Why don't you go home and get out of the way?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 18:43:57 GMT
Raisu seemed to have lost his patience with BREU and told the drunkard to go away. The cyborg then turns around to face the youngster again (remembering he was yelling to the supposedly murderer how tough he was and how he wouldn’t fear face his a few seconds ago). He tilts his head to the side to stare deeply at the redheaded warrior’s eyes.
– “W-why now? We were juz startin’ to git to know each othar bettar? I ken hep ya find da killa, if ya want. I acti… acta…uh… how’d ya say at… actially happen know where I… he ish. Ya would like dat, wouldnt ya?” – BREU says, placing his hand metallic hand over his new acquaintance’s shoulder.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 22, 2015 19:21:34 GMT
Raisu's eyes narrowed and he looked at him with unease. Could he really know where the murderer was? Or were these drunken ramblings of a man who'd hit the bottle one too many times? It was certainly a gamble. On the one hand, it would almost certainly be a waste of time. But on the off chance he truly did know where to find the perpetrator, it would make his next action that much easier.
Did he trust the man? No. Did the man give him an odd feeling every time Raisu looked at him? Yes. All signs said to not take him up on his offer, but damn, it was his only lead.
"Fine," he said. A sigh escaped it his lips. He hoped he wouldn't regret this.
"What's your name anyway?" He asked.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 19:35:49 GMT
Although a bit reluctant, the man decides to take upon BREU’s offer. Such a naïve young man…
– “Eksulent... Come, we ken find’im downtown” – BREU says, turning his back at the youngster and starting to make his way back to the epicenter of the destruction he caused on the poor farming community. The man then asks the blue skinned alien’s name. They would have a few minutes to do some chit chat, before they arrive in their destination. Since they were in an elevation in relation to the town center, they could pretty much already contemplate the ruins of the village.
– “Me name? Juz call me BREU. BROOOO” – BREU responds, repeating his name as in a way to emphazise how it is pronounced.
– “Whazyours, by da way?” – The android asks.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 22, 2015 19:44:14 GMT
As they walked, the man revealed his name. Brew? As in coffee? Or a witch's brew? Interesting name. He'd remember it. He'd remember his face, too. He prided himself on being good with names and faces. It was a good skill for a traveler to have. It helped avoid the awkward moments in bus terminals or popular gathering spots when you briefly reunited with someone you'd met weeks or months prior. Funnily enough, it had happened to him a few times. Those were always enjoyable moments. It proved it really was a small world after all, and that there was still a lot to see.
BREU asked his name in return. A simple question, and one that would be courteous to answer. He'd grown used to casually exchanging names with strangers over the past few months. And besides, even if the man gave him an uneasy filling, what were the chances he'd remember it during his hangover the next morning?
"My name is Raisu." He said as they continued towards the epicenter of the destruction.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 19:53:15 GMT
The redhead replied introducing himself as Raisu. BREU looks up as he hears from the man, frowning a bit as he tries to raise his already raised eyebrow further, as if he just got annoyed with something.
– “Hmmmm… Nah. Not a fun name. I’mma call you Beetroot” – BREU nicknames his new acquaintance, in reference to the youngster’s crimson colored hair.
– “So… Ya dun sssheem to be ‘round dis parts. Ya a traveler?” – The wasted robot inquires.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 22, 2015 19:58:36 GMT
Beetroot? Raisu scowled, but said nothing. He'd make nothing of it. The man was drunk, and probably not in full control of his faculties. Let him have his fun. Nothing bad could come of it. But soon he asked whether Raisu traveled or not.
"You could say that. I never stay in one place too long."
That's all he would say for now. Why bother giving someone who was unlikely to remember tonight his life's story? He could have told the man anything, but at least he told him a little kernel of the truth. He looked sideways at the man. He certainly didn't look like he was from around here either.
"What about you? Where are you from?" He asked.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 20:18:59 GMT
The youngster didn’t make any comments about BREU’s disrespectful nickname. Not a surprise. After putting up with all of the cyborg’s annoying drunkness, you would expect Raisu was a thoughtful person, in complete control of his emotions. BREU would always fdo that; give people scornful nicknames. I would bet though that deep within, Raisu's fingers were itching to choke the damn robot silent.
Raisu was very cryptic about himself, concerning his response to BREU’s question. You can’t blame him. It was his turn now to try and dig up a little information about his new “friend”. Normally, BREU wouldn’t bother giving out too much information about himself either or even, often protecting himself behind a wall of jokes and insults even to the sight of the most simple “Good day”. But given the fact he has been known to get way too talkative when he is wasted, allied to the matter that he didn’t expect the man to live long, as he wasn’t able to perceive any higher potential on the young man other than that of a common human, BREU played along.
– “I’m waaaaay ‘way from’ere… A place called Planet Brench. Ever heard ‘bout it?” – BREU explains. If Beetroot Raisu was familiar to the planet and species, he would now be more aware of the space-french accent present in BREU’s speech.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 22, 2015 20:29:21 GMT
Planet Brench? The name saounded vaguely familiar, but ultimately any real knowledge of the place escaped his memory. He let the confused fall on his face and he tilted his head. He was interested now. It was always interesting to hear about new places. That would explain the non-Earth accent he spoke with at least. He walked along, and tried to paint an image of what he expected the Planet Brench to be like. If they were all like BREU here, it must certainly be an interesting place. He chuckled at the idea of a race of space drunkards, but ultimately, he realized he had no idea what it was like at all.
"I have no idea what Planet Brench is. Tell me about it?" He asked. The man had his interest now.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 20:42:36 GMT
Raisu suddenly changed his disposition towards BREU when the cyborg mentioned being an alien. Apparently he had never heard of BREU’s original race before, but seemed interested in gathering more information.
– “Heh…. Tis not much diffurent from dis planet itshelf… We dun have munssshine der, doh. Tis a pity” – BREU explains, staring at the way ahead of them. He then turns his head to face Raisu.
– “Do ya like booze, Beetroot? Ya look like sumwan who isn’t dreenk enough to old” – Yes, it was not a typo on my part. He said it exactly like that.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 22, 2015 20:50:09 GMT
Not too different from here? That was interesting. He often wondered how other planets compared to Earth, though if life took root on them, it would make sense if there were similarities. Still, it was interesting. He'd have to visit some day, and he made a mental note to look up the Planet Brench when he could.
And then BREU asked if he drank, citing that he looked rather young. Was it a shot at Raisu? He did look somewhat young, but damn. He was nineteen years old. An adult in every regard. Raisu scoffed at this notion.
"I've tried my fair share of booze. I just don't go heavy on it."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 20:59:35 GMT
Raisu answered that he already had tried alcohol himself some times, what in a sense rebukes the idea that he was underage. According to him he was just not an avid drinker. That causes BREU to half-laugh.
– “Heh… Den ya ssshould shtay ‘way from da munshine, dude… Shpecially the wan dem ssshell ‘ere. Tis poison ya… *hiccup*… I tell ya!” – BREU vents his frustrations.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 22, 2015 21:03:53 GMT
Poison? That didn't sound right. Raisu had only heard good things about the towns moonshine. But to call it poison? Was that what he was drunk on? The town's famous moonshine, or to hear him say it, poison? He'd have to pursue this line of thinking.
"Poison? What do you mean? I heard it was great." He said, feigning shock.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 21:20:49 GMT
The redhead didn’t seem to share BREU’s opinion of the brew master’s product (obviously), as he sounds a bit lost with BREU’s negative criticism.
– “GREAT?!” – The instable robot raises his tone, revealing some of his unfounded rancor towards the poor merchant.
– “Tis… Tis leezard piss fur-men-ted with… with… more lizard piss! Dat aint no munshine!” – BREU continues his ramble, but lowering his tone back to normal again.
– “Dem tried to poison me, I say… Heh… I guesh now dey kent poison nowan any morr... *hiccup*” – BREU concludes, making a reference to the destruction of the town.
Soon enough, they should be arriving their destination.
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Post by Raisu Hanamura on Aug 22, 2015 21:27:45 GMT
Such anger, Raisu noted. And no empathy for the fallen either. In fact, he seemed almost glad they were dead, or at least that is what he thought from his tone. It might just be the liquor in his voice, but Raisu was beginning to suspect that the man knew more than he was letting on. Drunk, leading him towards the destruction, didn't seem fazed at all? It was all very concerning.
He had to keep him talking, he decided.
"So, tell me, did you get a look at the murderer? What did he look like, if so?"
Might as well get a description, in case others had begun to gather at the wreckage.
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