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[ryuji]

Anyone else getting a massive wave of culture shock? It's totally kicking my ass right now. I got a nice little gig set up here above a bar, but the catch is I gotta work. But yeah, people are coming and going like crazy around here. Weird outfits, weird hairstyles. Seeing everyone go crazy about freedom is pretty freakin' cool. Nobody needs some stuffy old dude sittin' in a golden high chair sucking his royal thumb and giving out orders all the time.

Not gonna lie, I've seen some pretty big palaces before, but I totally wanna raid the hell out of Versailles.

So anyway, is it like this all the time when you guys get a new mission? I've never been to Paris before, but I kinda know what it looks like from pictures back in my own time? Universe? Good luck getting your head around that shit, it's way too deep for me. I was all excited to see the Eiffel Tower, but apparently it's not gonna exist for like... a hundred years.

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[chariotry]

[ Which... doesn't do anything. Achilles is a brick wall.

He laughs again, reaching out to take the horse by its reins. ]

You pushed yourself, didn't you? I told you I was a Heroic Spirit... There was no chance of you being able to keep up with me.

[ryuji]

[Finally, he starts to stretch back up to a standing position. He's not kicking himself over his capabilities or anything like that, but he also doesn't have enough exposure to what Heroic Spirits are capable of, so he thought that this would be a race he could actually win. His heart rate coming down, he feels his leg start to cramp a little. That's what he's more annoyed about, honestly. He told Akira once that he felt weak as shit and wanted to train to get back into the hang of this. Obviously, it wasn't enough.]

Shit, I really gave it my all. [Well, at least his horse is safe and sound and not absconded with by someone who could've stolen it or anything.]

And your horse looks okay. No signs of Grand Theft Equestrian.

[And just because it felt backhanded to insult him like the cocky asshole he was-]

Dude, you ain't got a damn ounce of shame in ya.

[chariotry]

Why should I feel any shame over being the greatest? [ LMAO. He smiles at him without any ounce of sympathy or pity.

Despite the fact that they're from entirely different eras, it seems achieving greatness is a universal motivation. He sees pride reflected in the boy's gaze, understanding where it comes from. He pushed himself to his limits and that in itself is a rush. ]

You should get home, little rabbit.

[ryuji]

[Achilles.







Achilles, please.]

Yeaaaaah. My point's pretty much proven.

[Using a local landmark as a compass, he can vaguely figure out what his next steps are. It's gotten well past the twilit hours where the seedy things are bound to happen, somewhere around the bend of morning that will mean Ryuji has to be up in a few hours to scrub floors, un-sticky-fy the tables, and start prepping the bar for his own kind master. It's going to be a rough morning ahead.

Even rougher as he starts to think about the things that happened between him and Achilles tonight. He's got a lot swimming up there in his head.

Doesn't help, too, that this nickname of his is just... the worst.]

Mmn. Yeah, shit. It's like... way past an acceptable bedtime. Well... uh... [Thanks for the makeout session?] Seeya round dude. Ja, Rider.

[He misses having pockets in his clothes. And now that Achilles has found his horse, he doesn't really have a reason to be around, so he wipes his forehead to get rid of some stray beads of sweat culminating at the crown of his forehead, and starts heading off back to the tavern.]