SCENARIO ONE; Everything was suspicious as all get-out and all he wanted at this point was to leave this place.
Shinon couldn't get a straight answer out of anybody he asked. Fidgets and stutters comprised the answers from the locals, but it didn't help that his tongue was sharp and demanding. Impatient. The hospital staff wasn't helpful either - he couldn't find a single doctor who could tell him why he was there. They all spouted the same nonsense: something about him being in the ocean, which he refused to believe. He hadn't been out at sea for a good while, and he was certain his memory wouldn't fail him. As for directions back to Crimea, the locals couldn't tell him a single thing. It was hopeless.
He'd just about had it. In an effort to keep his cool, Shinon leaned against the wall of a building and took a deep breath. He twisted the end of his ponytail around in his fingertips when he opened his eyes next, and let his eyes wander along the people in Vandare. Really, it was because he was at a loss of what to do next. Maybe some time to think would give him direction - or maybe he'd chance upon somebody who could give him a tip.
(If any of that failed, he was sure he passed a bar not too long ago. Shinon entertained pickpocketing to buy himself a drink. He needed it more than any of these sorry saps needed their wallets.)
That was only if he lost all of his patience. In the meantime, he'd wait and see if he could find somebody who had something else to say other than Sorry, I can't help you.
SCENARIO TWO; As someone who lived as a mercenary for much of his life, Shinon thought he could trust his sense of direction and his instinct. Unfortunately, this damned forest was something he could only liken to the Gallian forests: not nearly as humid, but definitely comparable in size and inhospitality. Thanks for nothing, creepy, echoing laughter.
Just when Shinon started to doubt his sense of direction for the second time, he noticed somebody moving in his peripheral vision. It was a person, right? He sighed softly. Time to give this a shot.
"Hey, you!" he called out. "What are you doing out here?" ...Ha ha because he wasn't about to admit he was lost or anything. Nah.
Shinon | Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn
Everything was suspicious as all get-out and all he wanted at this point was to leave this place.
Shinon couldn't get a straight answer out of anybody he asked. Fidgets and stutters comprised the answers from the locals, but it didn't help that his tongue was sharp and demanding. Impatient. The hospital staff wasn't helpful either - he couldn't find a single doctor who could tell him why he was there. They all spouted the same nonsense: something about him being in the ocean, which he refused to believe. He hadn't been out at sea for a good while, and he was certain his memory wouldn't fail him. As for directions back to Crimea, the locals couldn't tell him a single thing. It was hopeless.
He'd just about had it. In an effort to keep his cool, Shinon leaned against the wall of a building and took a deep breath. He twisted the end of his ponytail around in his fingertips when he opened his eyes next, and let his eyes wander along the people in Vandare. Really, it was because he was at a loss of what to do next. Maybe some time to think would give him direction - or maybe he'd chance upon somebody who could give him a tip.
(If any of that failed, he was sure he passed a bar not too long ago. Shinon entertained pickpocketing to buy himself a drink. He needed it more than any of these sorry saps needed their wallets.)
That was only if he lost all of his patience. In the meantime, he'd wait and see if he could find somebody who had something else to say other than Sorry, I can't help you.
SCENARIO TWO;
As someone who lived as a mercenary for much of his life, Shinon thought he could trust his sense of direction and his instinct. Unfortunately, this damned forest was something he could only liken to the Gallian forests: not nearly as humid, but definitely comparable in size and inhospitality. Thanks for nothing, creepy, echoing laughter.
Just when Shinon started to doubt his sense of direction for the second time, he noticed somebody moving in his peripheral vision. It was a person, right? He sighed softly. Time to give this a shot.
"Hey, you!" he called out. "What are you doing out here?" ...Ha ha because he wasn't about to admit he was lost or anything. Nah.
((ooc: Action or prose is fine by me. o7))