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eureka!
title. Eureka!
series. Insect, Eyeball, and Teddy Bear; The Legend of the Legendary Heroes; Persona 3; Tales of Legendia
warning. Rated PG-13
summary. [Crossover/AU] Tiir and Minato are humble pirates in search of a miraculous cure, Walter is a persistent pain in their neck, and Guriko is a blossoming lass in search of friends.
notes. Behold, something more light-hearted for once.
A common stop for sailors and pirates alike, Cassla is a small settlement which boasts some of the most reputable pubs known to both parties. Though luxury treated to the aristocrats is rare, every pub teems with information of all sorts imaginable. For the seasoned information brokers, their fortune is made primarily in this location.
Minato slides into a seat across the counter in his regular pub. Recognizing his face, the bartender greets him shortly while cleaning a mug.
"Rumibul send you down again, Arisato?" Minato nods. "What do you need?"
"Just information," he replies.
The bartender presents him with a glass of ice water. Minato is not a drinker, and has to this day steadfastly -- and politely -- refused every alcoholic beverage offered to him with a quick word of thanks. Besides his young age, he figures that Minato doesn't care to become tipsy and irresponsible as most men are prone.
Nowadays, the bartender jumps straight to the water, offering the alcohol on his good days; even if he knows Minato will refuse it.
He leans on the counter, his voice just above a whisper.
"'m assuming he wants the usual? Well, something juicy came in last week." The bartender jabs a finger in the air. "Supposedly, the last piece of that stone is located in the remote island of Iyet."
"Iyet?"
"That's right. Loads of travelers have already sailed down there, but there's been no change in the wind. You can bet they all failed to find it."
"Then it's about time we did," cuts in a new voice.
The bartender looks up to eye the newcomer. Identifying the voice, Minato doesn't say anything, yet holds off on sipping his water until Tiir takes a seat next to him.
"Ah, Rumibul." Peeling himself away from the counter, the bartender nods and continues, "The hype's died down. If you go now, you might be able to search in peace."
Tiir doesn't get a drink, because he never takes a single sip in all his visits. While Minato is pleasant enough to accept what's given to him, the bartender learned from the first day that Tiir has no predisposition for idle chatter -- and drinks that are just as insignificant.
All Tiir desires is the information he can provide. Once that's given and payment is made, he leaves as soon as he'd arrived.
"Whether it's in peace or chaos, it really doesn't matter, does it?" he refutes.
The bartender gives a hearty chuckle.
"Suppose not. Though I'm still hard-pressed to believe you two are mere treasure hunters."
"Pirates," Tiir corrects.
"With the way you operate? Same thing."
Nursing his cup of water, Minato offers, "We understand your skepticism, but we don't want to cause unnecessary damage."
For a moment, the bartender's brows furrow. They ease back to the original position as he waves dismissively. The banter ends there.
He sees before him a pair of children looking for something new, but he's inclined to believe there's an elusive line dividing them from the rest. For one, Tiir is far too focused to be the capricious adventurer someone his age should be, and Minato presents the image of a helper more than a first mate. Most of all, they're too low-key to hope to make a proper name for themselves; unusual behavior for a pirate crew, size notwithstanding.
And there's the unorthodox pursuer to keep in mind --
"Tiir!"
Speaking of the devil.
The pub doors swing open violently. At the same time, Tiir sighs and rises from his seat, followed by Minato. The bartender grins as Walter points an accusatory finger at Tiir, who lazily glances over his shoulder.
"You again? I thought we'd lost you at Runa."
As the bartender predicts, Walter chooses not to deign Tiir with an answer in favor of leaping over a table blocking his path, knocking it down and shattering several plates and cups in the process. The regulars of the pub begin to inch toward the entrance, well aware of Walter's antics to make plenty of space for the impending mess.
From the corner of his eyes, Minato spies a tuft of black hair standing away from the migrating crowd, observing the commotion from behind a stack of crates.
Walter charges.
Sensing his intent, Tiir glides out of the way. Smashing his fist against a stray mug on the counter, Walter swivels on his heels, then grabs a wooden chair and hurls it. Tiir raises an arm to shield his face and knocks the offending object aside. The chair shatters, and Walter leaps forward past the flying splinters to throw in another punch as Tiir maneuvers his way to the backdoor.
The bartender shouts amidst the fight, hand cupping his mouth to increase his volume, "Hey, Rumibul! Don't forget your escalating debt."
"I'll pay you next time," Tiir calls out whilst dodging a kick. He jumps onto a clear table and slides to the other end, then flips it over to prevent Walter from pursuing. "Come, Minato."
Walter balls his hands into tight fists.
"Running away!?" he growls.
"I don't have the time to waste on you. And you really should stop destroying every place we happen to cross each other in."
" . . . Stop!"
Minato joins Tiir's side. They've taken off through the backdoor by the time Walter shoves the table aside; he grunts, frustrated, once he notes the complete absence of his target. To his credit, he stomps rather than kick a chair or two to let out his remaining steam.
The bartender leaves the safe confines behind his counter to approach.
"Still at it, Walter? At this rate, you're never going to catch him."
Walter scowls.
"If you'd keep your backdoor closed . . . "
"They're my clients, too, you know. Not just you." The bartender rests a hand on his side, continuing, "I can tell you, at the least."
Picking up on the cue, Walter resumes a casual position and properly faces the bartender. He points, a gesture the bartender has come to equate with impatient demand in the few months he's had the unfortunate pleasure of dealing with the lad.
"Where are they headed?"
"Iyet, without a doubt."
Walter's eyes narrow. "Iyet? There's nothing there."
"You'd be surprised what people can dig up in the most unexpected places," the bartender explains. "So, you going to follow?"
"Naturally."
With that, Walter fishes out a small bag of coins and tosses it onto the counter, where it lands with a satisfactory jingle. The bartender smiles and waves him goodbye as Walter resumes his pursuit through the backdoor. This, in turn, is signal for onlookers to come back into the pub and go back to their conversation and meal. Dulled to the commonness of the repeat incident, they resume their morning with practiced ease.
Abandoning her spot behind the crates, Guriko steals her way out the backdoor.
▶ Part 2
series. Insect, Eyeball, and Teddy Bear; The Legend of the Legendary Heroes; Persona 3; Tales of Legendia
warning. Rated PG-13
summary. [Crossover/AU] Tiir and Minato are humble pirates in search of a miraculous cure, Walter is a persistent pain in their neck, and Guriko is a blossoming lass in search of friends.
notes. Behold, something more light-hearted for once.
A common stop for sailors and pirates alike, Cassla is a small settlement which boasts some of the most reputable pubs known to both parties. Though luxury treated to the aristocrats is rare, every pub teems with information of all sorts imaginable. For the seasoned information brokers, their fortune is made primarily in this location.
Minato slides into a seat across the counter in his regular pub. Recognizing his face, the bartender greets him shortly while cleaning a mug.
"Rumibul send you down again, Arisato?" Minato nods. "What do you need?"
"Just information," he replies.
The bartender presents him with a glass of ice water. Minato is not a drinker, and has to this day steadfastly -- and politely -- refused every alcoholic beverage offered to him with a quick word of thanks. Besides his young age, he figures that Minato doesn't care to become tipsy and irresponsible as most men are prone.
Nowadays, the bartender jumps straight to the water, offering the alcohol on his good days; even if he knows Minato will refuse it.
He leans on the counter, his voice just above a whisper.
"'m assuming he wants the usual? Well, something juicy came in last week." The bartender jabs a finger in the air. "Supposedly, the last piece of that stone is located in the remote island of Iyet."
"Iyet?"
"That's right. Loads of travelers have already sailed down there, but there's been no change in the wind. You can bet they all failed to find it."
"Then it's about time we did," cuts in a new voice.
The bartender looks up to eye the newcomer. Identifying the voice, Minato doesn't say anything, yet holds off on sipping his water until Tiir takes a seat next to him.
"Ah, Rumibul." Peeling himself away from the counter, the bartender nods and continues, "The hype's died down. If you go now, you might be able to search in peace."
Tiir doesn't get a drink, because he never takes a single sip in all his visits. While Minato is pleasant enough to accept what's given to him, the bartender learned from the first day that Tiir has no predisposition for idle chatter -- and drinks that are just as insignificant.
All Tiir desires is the information he can provide. Once that's given and payment is made, he leaves as soon as he'd arrived.
"Whether it's in peace or chaos, it really doesn't matter, does it?" he refutes.
The bartender gives a hearty chuckle.
"Suppose not. Though I'm still hard-pressed to believe you two are mere treasure hunters."
"Pirates," Tiir corrects.
"With the way you operate? Same thing."
Nursing his cup of water, Minato offers, "We understand your skepticism, but we don't want to cause unnecessary damage."
For a moment, the bartender's brows furrow. They ease back to the original position as he waves dismissively. The banter ends there.
He sees before him a pair of children looking for something new, but he's inclined to believe there's an elusive line dividing them from the rest. For one, Tiir is far too focused to be the capricious adventurer someone his age should be, and Minato presents the image of a helper more than a first mate. Most of all, they're too low-key to hope to make a proper name for themselves; unusual behavior for a pirate crew, size notwithstanding.
And there's the unorthodox pursuer to keep in mind --
"Tiir!"
Speaking of the devil.
The pub doors swing open violently. At the same time, Tiir sighs and rises from his seat, followed by Minato. The bartender grins as Walter points an accusatory finger at Tiir, who lazily glances over his shoulder.
"You again? I thought we'd lost you at Runa."
As the bartender predicts, Walter chooses not to deign Tiir with an answer in favor of leaping over a table blocking his path, knocking it down and shattering several plates and cups in the process. The regulars of the pub begin to inch toward the entrance, well aware of Walter's antics to make plenty of space for the impending mess.
From the corner of his eyes, Minato spies a tuft of black hair standing away from the migrating crowd, observing the commotion from behind a stack of crates.
Walter charges.
Sensing his intent, Tiir glides out of the way. Smashing his fist against a stray mug on the counter, Walter swivels on his heels, then grabs a wooden chair and hurls it. Tiir raises an arm to shield his face and knocks the offending object aside. The chair shatters, and Walter leaps forward past the flying splinters to throw in another punch as Tiir maneuvers his way to the backdoor.
The bartender shouts amidst the fight, hand cupping his mouth to increase his volume, "Hey, Rumibul! Don't forget your escalating debt."
"I'll pay you next time," Tiir calls out whilst dodging a kick. He jumps onto a clear table and slides to the other end, then flips it over to prevent Walter from pursuing. "Come, Minato."
Walter balls his hands into tight fists.
"Running away!?" he growls.
"I don't have the time to waste on you. And you really should stop destroying every place we happen to cross each other in."
" . . . Stop!"
Minato joins Tiir's side. They've taken off through the backdoor by the time Walter shoves the table aside; he grunts, frustrated, once he notes the complete absence of his target. To his credit, he stomps rather than kick a chair or two to let out his remaining steam.
The bartender leaves the safe confines behind his counter to approach.
"Still at it, Walter? At this rate, you're never going to catch him."
Walter scowls.
"If you'd keep your backdoor closed . . . "
"They're my clients, too, you know. Not just you." The bartender rests a hand on his side, continuing, "I can tell you, at the least."
Picking up on the cue, Walter resumes a casual position and properly faces the bartender. He points, a gesture the bartender has come to equate with impatient demand in the few months he's had the unfortunate pleasure of dealing with the lad.
"Where are they headed?"
"Iyet, without a doubt."
Walter's eyes narrow. "Iyet? There's nothing there."
"You'd be surprised what people can dig up in the most unexpected places," the bartender explains. "So, you going to follow?"
"Naturally."
With that, Walter fishes out a small bag of coins and tosses it onto the counter, where it lands with a satisfactory jingle. The bartender smiles and waves him goodbye as Walter resumes his pursuit through the backdoor. This, in turn, is signal for onlookers to come back into the pub and go back to their conversation and meal. Dulled to the commonness of the repeat incident, they resume their morning with practiced ease.
Abandoning her spot behind the crates, Guriko steals her way out the backdoor.
▶ Part 2
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LIES I KNOW YOU BETTER
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YOU CAN'T LET JAN KNOW.
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NO MATTER WHAT I'M STILL BRACING MYSELF
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