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feat. the problem bocchan
[There have been reports of a vagabond soul wandering the city. When those reports wander out into the wilderness, the court posts a bounty for a vague figure that ultimately yields nothing. Either this soul doesn't exist, or they're exceptionally versed in avoiding detection. The court considers upping the bounty to attract more seasoned bounty hunters, but Harpe eventually pleads the case to go out and search for this soul himself.
Admittedly, he's curious. It's a case to which he can relate, if distantly.
City folk are less keen on searching the wilderness, but Harpe has no such compunction. He's come quite far on his own, and the sun beats strongly against the waterless ground; there's still some time before he must return. He wanders toward the edge of a sheer drop.
The last time he came around this area, he was accompanying Hwarin and didn't take in the sights much. It's a dry place, but not so lifeless. There's potential. If he looks long enough, he can imagine greenery all around him.]
Admittedly, he's curious. It's a case to which he can relate, if distantly.
City folk are less keen on searching the wilderness, but Harpe has no such compunction. He's come quite far on his own, and the sun beats strongly against the waterless ground; there's still some time before he must return. He wanders toward the edge of a sheer drop.
The last time he came around this area, he was accompanying Hwarin and didn't take in the sights much. It's a dry place, but not so lifeless. There's potential. If he looks long enough, he can imagine greenery all around him.]
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His preference would be in front, but he doesn't know where he's going, so that doesn't even make sense! Argh! This is awful!
Anyway he panics over that for a bit, and then he huffs a soft breath and lengthens his stride to walk alongside Harpe. With one thing resolved, Harpe is allowing him to ask his questions! And thus, Leon does so. Rudely.]
Who, exactly, are you supposed to be? You stated you were tasked with finding me, but that does not explain who you are.
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[Rude or not, it's a valid question. Harpe answers as he walks beside Leon.]
I serve in the royal court as an attendant of Her Majesty. The task of finding you fell to me after initial attempts by our men failed.
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What is your name? Your rank? ["Attendant" is kind of vague, as far as he's concerned...]
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His rank isn't something he cares to flaunt, but . . . ]
My name is Harpe Noir. Officially, I am the commander-in-chief of the Underworld's armed forces.
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And... relatedly, that's a very impressive rank. He wants to bristle about it, but Harpe only told him by his own request, and has yet to lord it over him. He's just... suspicious.
Wary, like a cat that's been kicked by a passing boot.]
... I see.
I fail to see, however, why one of your rank would come looking for someone like me.
[He's not that important, here.]
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[Leon is very important, and here's why:]
Accounting for lost souls is a crucial step toward Her Majesty's goal of unifying the Underworld. After you eluded so many Haros, the court approved my proposal to dispatch another mortal.
[Most Haros are easily distinguished by their pointed ears. Even a vaguely familiar face is more comforting than a completely alien one.]
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... But he struggles to find any issue with the words he's saying.
He even explains why he volunteered, long before Leon can ask. He presses his lips together firmly, looking away.]
If you think that I will be impressed by your status as mortal, dismiss those thoughts immediately.
Everything and everyone here are unfamiliar to me, and I have no interest in gaining more familiarity.