Finding a House in this Market is... HARD....

[sakatree]

WHO: Hatsu, and YOU
WHAT: Hatsu's carving his room outta the ice! ...Probably.
WHEN: ONE DAY A CALENDAR...WILL EXIST.
WHERE: Sealeo Inn
WARNINGS: Noneeeeexcept for Hatsu's mild cursing. Bad tree.

This way mister, end of the hall is over here!

[Finding the Inn in Illumina wasn't especially difficult. Outside, it was an enormous building carved right from the ice, with strings of lights moving directly up to it. Inside, it was also rather simple. There was a dining hall, a number of rooms available for rent, an office...

...And plenty of space for more, or so he was told. Sealeo had sent their daughter as guide when Hatsu came in, and he was now following a rather eager little one that was literally rolling around with a torch in her mouth.]

Ahaha...you might want to calm down kid, that fire is kind of...

Yeah make sure you don't touch it mister, you're grass type!

Gr- [There were types?! Before he can so much as ask he's shown a wall, the torch somehow slipped into a hook at the side.]

Here you are mister! Just carve yourself a room and it's all yours!

Er...carve..?

Yep! Good luck~!

AUHHHeY HEY WAIT! [Hatsu's shouts fall on deaf ears-or rather, no ears at all, as the spheal has long since rolled off back down the hall by the time the phantump can start protesting. In her absence, he's left turning back to sigh at the wall.] ...Right...let's get started I guess...

[..........................

....About a few hours later, cursing can be heard from the hall.]

COME ON BARELY A CHIP!?

[Along with the sounds of something hitting the ice.] AUUGH I'm giving it everything I've got just. CRACK. BREAK. SOMETHING, I need a room!

[....]

Come onnnnnnn...

[.....]

OOOOHhhhh this would be SO much easier with my guns..!

[This is not going very well, as one can see.]

Comments

[stoogesofsanfran]

You too, huh?

[Don't mind the very annoyed looking Disco bird trotting down the hall with a green Rattata at his side. Shouting and cracking can be heard from the way he came, where someone's apparently letting out a lot of frustration on the wall.]

Who tells people to carve out a room and then gives them bupkis to do it with?



You'd think we'd at least get pickaxes or somethin'.

[revolutionfalcon]

[Shun's managed to find his way to the inn as well, and carving out a room isn't nearly as daunting a task to him. He already knows he can set himself on fire, he just has to figure out how to do it again. All thoughts of that get pushed aside temporarily, though, when he hears the distant yelling of that tree stump ghost not-Yuya he met earlier. It's...kind of funny, he'll admit, hearing him flip out after all that casual glossing over of how elements of the system worked earlier, and he's just rounded the corridor and about to interrupt regardless to point out the entire inn can probably overhear him when he makes that comment about guns.

In the context of Real Solid Vision, that would be intriguing enough, but given what he heard earlier...]

I don't think bullets would do you much good. [Assuming these "guns" even use traditional ammunition.]