[Fuck this place. It's nowhere near where he was supposed to be. Fucking malfunctioning torii portal. Jiro hasn't been here long, but clearly the shrine is where to focus his energy, according to his interactions with residents and what's he caught of the news in that electronics store downtown. Coming from a more rural area in Japan and not having been in the cities much until recently, the shrine by the forest is a bit of welcome familiarity in the surroundings. He's never been to America, but this seems something out of place, and so he expects all this spirit and ghost shit everyone's worried about are mononoke being dicks and hiding in plain site to those who don't know any better.
He hangs around the shrine a lot of the day, very conspicuous in his tactical jumpsuit with too many pouches, but the disguise overlay function isn't working and Jiro can't be bothered to go find a change of clothes. It helps sometimes, though, makes him a little more intimidating, and when he glares or smirks maliciously at shrine-goers, they tend to back off and leave; most of them. Finally, he's managed to have the place to himself for however long, and he's yelling at the crows. Or cawing at them, as it appears to anyone who happens to wander by without his notice, standing at the base of the tree and watching those same four congregate. He's keeping his eye on the one he'd seen swoop down to the offertory box several times throughout the morning.]
Oi! You! Come on, stop fucking around and tell me what's up with the shrine! I'll get you guys some canned fish or some shit!
[Caw, caw, caw...]
II. MAP
[Jiro sits on the steps in front of the hardware store, attempting to cut off his new watch with a box cutter he'd stolen. Why he hasn't moved far from the place he pilfered it from, there is no logical explanation but idiocy. This is his third try at different methods of removing the thing. It's awkwardly placed in front of his other watch, the latter of which is just as large and cumbersome and attached to his glove. Which he also can't get off, now that the mystery watch exists. The material of his gloves is pretty much indestructible barring some powerful spirit energy shit or maybe a laser, and it's annoying as fuck to hack at, much like the watch. There's no reason for his irritation except for the fact that he didn't choose to put on this watch and it's a straight up violation of his personal autonomy.]
Fucking shit.
[He's given up, and shoves the box cutter into one of his belt pouches. He'll forget it's there for like a week. The SIM card took him two days to find; it had been in his thigh holster. And it's what he messes with next, growling a little as he slides the card roughly into the slot on the watch. Some kind of map display appears, apparently tracking a group of something, people or spirits being his assumption. There's no symbol key explaining any of it.]
The fuck is this?
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[Fuck this place. It's nowhere near where he was supposed to be. Fucking malfunctioning torii portal. Jiro hasn't been here long, but clearly the shrine is where to focus his energy, according to his interactions with residents and what's he caught of the news in that electronics store downtown. Coming from a more rural area in Japan and not having been in the cities much until recently, the shrine by the forest is a bit of welcome familiarity in the surroundings. He's never been to America, but this seems something out of place, and so he expects all this spirit and ghost shit everyone's worried about are mononoke being dicks and hiding in plain site to those who don't know any better.
He hangs around the shrine a lot of the day, very conspicuous in his tactical jumpsuit with too many pouches, but the disguise overlay function isn't working and Jiro can't be bothered to go find a change of clothes. It helps sometimes, though, makes him a little more intimidating, and when he glares or smirks maliciously at shrine-goers, they tend to back off and leave; most of them. Finally, he's managed to have the place to himself for however long, and he's yelling at the crows. Or cawing at them, as it appears to anyone who happens to wander by without his notice, standing at the base of the tree and watching those same four congregate. He's keeping his eye on the one he'd seen swoop down to the offertory box several times throughout the morning.]
Oi! You! Come on, stop fucking around and tell me what's up with the shrine! I'll get you guys some canned fish or some shit!
[Caw, caw, caw...]
II. MAP
[Jiro sits on the steps in front of the hardware store, attempting to cut off his new watch with a box cutter he'd stolen. Why he hasn't moved far from the place he pilfered it from, there is no logical explanation but idiocy. This is his third try at different methods of removing the thing. It's awkwardly placed in front of his other watch, the latter of which is just as large and cumbersome and attached to his glove. Which he also can't get off, now that the mystery watch exists. The material of his gloves is pretty much indestructible barring some powerful spirit energy shit or maybe a laser, and it's annoying as fuck to hack at, much like the watch. There's no reason for his irritation except for the fact that he didn't choose to put on this watch and it's a straight up violation of his personal autonomy.]
Fucking shit.
[He's given up, and shoves the box cutter into one of his belt pouches. He'll forget it's there for like a week. The SIM card took him two days to find; it had been in his thigh holster. And it's what he messes with next, growling a little as he slides the card roughly into the slot on the watch. Some kind of map display appears, apparently tracking a group of something, people or spirits being his assumption. There's no symbol key explaining any of it.]
The fuck is this?
III. WILDCARD
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