jikan_rpg | October Catch-all --a little early.

Entry tags:

October Catch-all --a little early.

⌛ Who: Jiang Cheng and Kinn Theerapanyakul
⌛ What: Neandering around town
⌛ When: Tail end of September but October (spoopy season)
⌛ Where: Wherever!
⌛ Warnings: TBD in threads

[Jiang Cheng, post qi deviation]

Once Cheng was strong enough to move around for more than ten minutes, he started trekking over to his friends houses to see how they were doing and to thank them for their help and apologize for causing so much trouble. With every friend he visited, he offered a fruit basket. If he thought cutting them would last, he would have.

He comes to the next home, takes a breath and then schools his face for a pleasant smile before knocking. All he had to do now was wait to be answered. Cheng fervently hoped that their relationship hadn't been ruined by the recent events.

[Jiang Cheng, Onsen]

Once he had recovered, he wanted to do ... something. Anything. He was tired of sitting in the house, tired of people hovering over him, worried about what he would do, if he would relapse. He just needed to get out of the house and relax a bit.

The best way he knew how was the Onsen. The incense was nice, the sound of water was soothing and Cheng was looking forward to relaxing, pampering himself with some expensive cleansers, and let the stress of the past three weeks drain out of him.

[Kinn, by the wharf]

Despite gathering evidence that overall, the place was relatively safe, Kinn still wanted to be prepared. So he made his way to the wharf where many had said one could find rare items, hoping he would find a seller who may have more than just information about firearms.

As he strolled through the allies, he walked with confidence as if he owned the place. His clothing was neat but not necessarily anything that would scream he was rich or in the wrong place. And as he walked, he considered the things he would change in the place. A floating market, some different variations in the market-maybe something foreign in terms of imports?

Evidently, he couldn't completely dismiss the mafia in him.

[Anyone who wants a specific starter with any character, please hit me up! Discord Aristastarfyr#8868 or pm the journals.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Riley suddenly really looked around at where he was. This was not where he expected to be actually. Blinking a few times, he looked around a bit more before looking back to Kinn. "Yeah. I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and got all the way here. Oops?"

He laughed a bit. He really should be paying more attention but, well, here he was anyway. Right where it wasn't really all that nice for people who...weren't...

Hey wait...

"Um...you know you keep selling the whole 'I'm secretly in the mafia' all the time right? Because you're...here."

Kinn couldn't help but tilt his head. "I'm... selling?" It was amusing. He hadn't been in a place where people didn't automatically know he was a mafia heir.

"People told me if I wanted to find a firearm, this would be the place. So far, no firearms but there is definitely fish." Kinn smiled pleasantly with that. "The market is lacking though. Are they looking for a reputation here? They certainly don't have one."

"Yeah. It's pretty cool actually. I like pretending like I'm friends with some kind of crime boss in my head." Which probably sounded dumb but it came from someone who spent most of his life in imagination. What with how much he read and all the art that he did.

No firearms here though. That was too bad. It'd make Kinn feel safer to have one, that was for sure. "I've never actually been here before. Is it like a shady reputation but there's just fish?"

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "Either I haven't delved in the right spots or it was all talk."

But there were business opportunities. Things to keep him occupied with. And that was just as important as having a means to protect himself. "Every place has more than one side to its self. Here, so far, just looks like the safe side."

"So you wouldn't say it's...fishy? Or maybe it is."

Riley laughed at his own joke. Dumb sure but he was proud of it anyway. Sometimes you needed dumb jokes in your life to make the world bright. Besides, so far Kinn didn't hate his dumb sense of humor and that was a plus.

Kinn's groan was a loud sigh through his nose. He shook his head, trying to hide his smirk. "Cheesy, Riley. That was really cheesy."

So now he decides that his goal today is not to find a firearm, but to make certain Riley is escorted safely out of this area. As the light fades, he can practically feel the darkness wanting to consume. He wasn't going to let his friend get eaten alive.

"Have you eaten yet? What's a good place around here for dinner?"

"Oh I haven't been in this area before so I have no idea. But I bet we could get sushi."

They were surrounded by fish so obviously fish had to be on the menu right? It was a pretty sound conclusion at any rate. Still, he looked around to see if he could spot anything right off the bat. No luck though. But he was already starting to walk to look around, slipping his book into his bag since he wasn't reading it right now anyway.

"Do you like sushi though? Not everyone is into raw fish."

Kinn shrugs a bit. "No difference than Cavier." It wasn't his absolute favorite, but he's had worse and managed fine. "Is it safe here, though?" If he was going to have sushi, he rather have it with experienced chefs who knew what they were doing and understood the delicate nature of raw fish. Kinn was content with covering Riley's back, following casually with one hand in his pocket.

"I have no idea. I guess if a place smells fishy we can always just avoid it."

Which probably sounded like he was making another pun but he wasn't this time. One thing he knew about fish was that if they smelled too strongly of, well, fish then they weren't as good for eating. You didn't want that if you wanted to eat something that was going to be good and not get you sick later.

Okay, then. If Riley wanted sushi, then sushi they would find. He did remember passing by a few kiosks as he wandered-something a little more out of the way than the straight up fishmonger's wares.

"Come on this way," he responds, waving his hand a bit. If all went well, they could eat and get out of the area before things got real interesting.

Turning immediately, he trotted over to walk side-by-side with Kinn. Sure he had magic to keep him safe but he'd definitely decided that the safest place? Right next to his new badass, possibly crime lord friend.

Shouldering his bag, he gave him a smile. "Have you gotten some money or is this my treat?"

He really didn't mind either way but best to check!

“I do.” Kinn had the stipend that had been provided on his arrival as well as information on how to access the funding on a weekly basis. It was a new thing for him, considering he never had to worry about money before, just profits. “But I’m used to baht, not this currency. Yen? Or is this place different enough that it’s called something else?”

He may or may not have been paying much attention to that detail as he panicked over the fact he was in a strange place and Porsche wasn’t by his side. And having Riley by his side, explaining all this minor shit he didn’t have the time to pay attention to would be a help. It would ensure that Riley stayed close in case something happened and made it look like they were…well, tourists or something? Blending in was never his style.

"They use yen here. If you need help counting it out later I can help out. It's pretty easy since it's about 100 to 1 US dollar. I've been living in America for a few years now so I've gotten used to that currency."

And it was a way easier conversion compared to the one he used to have to do in order to figure out the way things cost in America versus London where he'd grown up. Though he'd quickly learned that things were cheaper in America so it had worked out.

"Baht is used in Thailand right?"

"Mn. Yes. If I remember correctly, one Baht is about the same as a few... pennies? in the Americas." He knew of currency changes but didn't keep up with them constantly. He had people to research and let him know just before important meetings about conversion rates. He thought about conversion rates between Japan and Thailand.

"Yen has never been a strong currency. It takes almost four yen to equal the power of a baht," Kinn explained as they walked. His eyes kept moving around, looking for a good food stall as well as keeping an eye on their surroundings. He could never be completely at ease on his own.

"I think about a quarter the last I checked." Oh right he wouldn't know what that was. "That's about twenty-five pennies."

Riley was pretty sure that his fountain of knowledge wouldn't help with everything but he did have some useless facts that worked here. That just happened to be one of them. Though that fact about the baht versus the yen? Really interesting. More so that Kinn happened to know about it. "Does your family do a lot of business with Japan?"

Kinn nodded. "Japan, Korea, Russia, China. We work with several other countries." He smirked, glancing back at Riley. "Luxury vacation hotels require that sort of communication. But I have other people to keep track of the conversion rates for me."

Finally one food stall caught Kinn's eye and he headed in that direction, eyes sharp for anyone lingering in the shadows. "Tuna or swordfish?"

"Ohhhhh. That's impressive." It was probably a lot of work to keep track of all that. And luxury hotels were a huge amount of work. To have that many in that many places? Obviously Kinn's family would be loaded. Well that and Riley's imaginary crime family thing but that was just his fantasy.

"Swordfish." Mainly because he hadn't tried it and wanted to. Tuna he was used to and could get anywhere. "How long has your family been in the hotel business?"

"Generations," he responds, heading over to the swordfish spot. "I guess the proper term would be I come from 'old money'?" That sounded right, at least.

He ordered for both of them, ready for the haggle that usually came in fish markets. Coming away with two orders, some sweet bun dessert of some kind, he turns and grins, jerking his head a bit. "Where do you want to sit?"

"Oh. So you guys go way back."

He probably should have been excited about the fish but his eyes fell to the sweet bun instead. Sweet addiction. He would get him every time. But he quickly pulled his attention back to them and looked around before waving to where he saw some seats.

"What's it like growing up like that? I bet it's a lot of pressure."

"It was, in a sense. But probably a different sort of pressure than what other people deal with. Go to school, get good grades, go to a prestigious university for a good paying job and all the while, stay out of trouble, right?"

He sets the plates down and takes a seat. "I was brought up more, don't harass your tutors too much until Pa caved and let us go to university. But we had training for business, self defense and the like. The pressure to take over the business was Khun's for a while, until he'd been...Well, he'd been kidnapped by a rival business. He wasn't the same since. And Kim didn't want to be a part of it. He wanted to pursue music. Pa said no at first and..." A wry smile showed up. "The baby of the family will always get what they want, no?"

He really had to wonder if Kinn really understood just how much he sounded like a crime family in a drama. It was so easy for him to create this elaborate set in his head all about them. He was even doing that now as he listened to him with wide eyes. Like his new friend had become his new favorite show and every encounter was a new episode.

Okay, so it wasn't literally like that. But it sure felt that way sometimes!

"So you have two brothers? Older and younger?"

"Mm. I'm the middle child." He fishes a bit for the chopsticks he had tucked away for safekeeping and handed one pair over to Riley. "All of the responsibility of the elder with none of the leeway for the younger." That wasn't true, really. He'd been given Porsche. But even then it was sometimes dicey considering Porsche's new duties. They made it work, though, determined to stay together no matter what.

"What about you? Any siblings outside of the Fae mob?"

Taking the chopsticks, he broke them neatly in half then rubbed them together while he shook his head. "I'm an only child. Which meant that I got spoiled a lot but it also meant that I could scare my parents more than ever. When you're the only one they cling to you more."

That was his experience at least. And it sounded bad but it really wasn't. "They showed me so much of the world. We'd go on trips all the time. Camping was especially our favorite and mom would tell me all about every animal we saw along the way."

"I've been camping once." He latched onto that rather than the loneliness of a single child didn't seem so much different than the loneliness of a mafia heir. "I learned to fish. With a spear, no less!"

Okay, that was stretching the truth. Because 'camping' was actually trying to stay away from the people who kidnapped him and Porsche and learning to get along while being handcuffed. But once the worry that the enemy would find them had worn off and the realization that they needed to be patient for rescue to arrive kicked in, it was... Well, it was like camping, he imagined. "We were by the Ta Then waterfall in Chonburi. It's a high end tourist attraction in Thailand."

That made him laugh a bit as he went to grab himself some sushi to eat. "Who taught you how to fish with a spear? They have fish rods, you know."

It had to have been quite the story though. Maybe he'd gotten kidnapped and needed to go fishing. That seemed a fun thing to make up. Rich crime heir running through the woods and needing food and water. Then there was a river with fish. In desperation he found a way to carve a spear to stab fish so he wouldn't starve...

How Kinn had cooked the fish? Well Riley will still creating that in his head. "Oh I've seen pictures of that place! It's really pretty!"

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject