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Looks like Sergeant Gramps is gettin' a little finicky that some stuff hasn't gone down. I got an idea on how to introduce the king to the guillotine. Anyone wanna start a riot with me to kick it off?
Basically, I got this list of VIPs who frequent the bar I work at, right? Turns out, a few of these boneheads are some serious players. All we gotta do is get into a fight of king supporters vs revolutionaries and inspire 'em to start writing some charges up. Who's in?
Basically, I got this list of VIPs who frequent the bar I work at, right? Turns out, a few of these boneheads are some serious players. All we gotta do is get into a fight of king supporters vs revolutionaries and inspire 'em to start writing some charges up. Who's in?
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I would have never expected a place completely without rice, though.
[It's... a cultural dietary staple...
And yes, of course.]
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And sashimi.
People cook all their fish here. I like some grilled stuff too, but man, sinking my teeth into a juicy piece of the raw stuff would be heaven right now.
[AND DON'T EVEN MENTION ONIGIRI TO HIM RIGHT NOW.
A wave of homesickness is starting to ebb over him.]
I dunno. Rice feels like... the symbol of our nation kinda.
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He had tried not to think too often about the atrocities that the French people performed upon fish. Usually he was too hungry to care, but... when reminiscing like this, it was far more difficult to stave off thoughts of home.]
Yes, I suppose so.
[He didn't really have a very global view of nations, considering the fact that his mental map extended purely from the Emishi village to Irontown, but —
ugh.]
Maybe we should talk of something else. I am hungry enough.
[he could probably go get a heel of bread or something but what was the fucking point......]
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Oh shit, dude. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to activate your homesickness too.
[Earnest as ever, he guesses by the way Ashitaka changes direction in the conversation that it wasn't pleasant to talk about. And since he knows how he feels about the subject, he just assumes it naturally extends to those he talks with. Emotional empathy, or something like that. Sometimes it pays off, other times it gets him in a shitload of trouble.]
Yeah. Bread and fish don't really belong in the same sentence anyway.
Get some food in ya, it'll do you good.
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i can't believe what im writing
It is strange. I had never experienced something like "homesickness" until very recently, and since that point I have felt it in two distinct ways.
The one here is a bit worse, though.
[Probably because the culture shock here was more like being flung into a frigid ocean versus the splash of cool water to the face that other villages in Japan had been in his own time.
He is right, though; bread and fish did not deserve to remain within together within the same thought.]
Be sure to do the same.
[As he now has concerns with you sleeping on boxes and barrels and the like.]