The message comes by carrier pigeon actually, which is a pretty weird way to deliver a message but of course, it's thematic. A very pretty looking brown pigeon swoops down out of the sky to wherever Shinnosuke just so happens to be that afternoon and holds out its leg. The message is short and simple:
Got a job for you. Meet me at the farm at dusk. No show, no job. Keep it a secret, rewarded very well.
- Hal
P.S. Burn this.
And that's it. Of course, if Shinnosuke chooses to listen to the message, he will find the Sheriff at the farm at dusk, chewing a piece of tobacco and watching the sun set. He'll be greeted with a tip of his hat and one word:
"Bounty."
And then he holds out a small notebook. Looks like Shinnosuke's been chosen for one of those roles that were mentioned. Good luck.
[... He really wants to punch the Sheriff, but aside from telling himself that that's what a goody-two-shoes would do (for the reasons he's thinking of, anyway), he gets the feeling that it'd be pointless at best, a bad move at worst.]
So in other words, in the confines of this role, if you tell me to jump, I should ask, "How high?" or else I could die? Heh... got it.
[That should be all he needs to know, really. He'll have to keep reminding himself of that: he can't afford to die, especially for the sake of anyone besides his sister.
... It's not going to be easy. He can't deny the influence that certain idiots back home have had on him, and some people here—Milla and Yuna come to mind—make it difficult to forget how appealing that dream is; a dream where he's anybody but himself.
How worthless. He's always stuck in this trap, no matter what he does.]
I don't suppose one of my "privileges" could be seeing proof that you can grant these rewards, huh? You couldn't demonstrate in front of... what's-her-face? Nisha? [...] Or that I could ask for a knife now?
[He doesn't actually expect anything to come out of those requests, but eh, worth a shot.]
Suppose that's right. Though, I'm not asking you to do anything but play it and not tell anyone. You ain't my lackey, kid. You just a bounty. A role in the game.
[ At the second part though, the Sheriff scratches idly at his beard and considers. ]
[He's a little bitter over being asked to kill people.]
... Could I ask for my knife from home? [...] Please?
[Not that it's a particularly special knife, especially what with his 《Headphone Fuzz》 (and thus Demon Sword switch) being inactive, but he likes that knife, okay.]
[ There's a roll of his eyes at the argument but he doesn't say anything. Instead, the Sheriff reaches behind him and there isn't quite anything different that happens, but a moment later he pulls his hand back and Shinnosuke's knife is held in it's grip. He holds it out to him, handle first. ]
There you go. Trust you'll do well not to let anyone know you got it from me, hm?
[He blinks in surprise, both because what the and also because he hadn't actually expected the Sheriff to grant his request. Still, he hesitantly takes the knife, before giving it an experimental twirl (nowhere near the Sheriff, no worries) and then concealing it in his clothes (wherever he hides it, idk).
He's not sure how much he trusts the "gift", but it's nice to have his knife back, seeing as how he's definitely not about to defend himself with his cellphone.]
Well, thank you very much. [It's said with his usual flippant tone, though, so who knows how genuine he's being.] This certainly gives me a reason to be nicer to you in the future.
And of course. Like I'll go around telling everyone what a nice guy you are, generously giving this to a shitty person like me for no apparent reason.
[Yeah, he figures he's better off hiding the fact that he has his knife at all. Simon already knows that he has his phone here, after all.]
Hey, more people unknowingly armed, more interesting everything else is. Ain't really my problem, in a fashion. Anyway, is there anything else you need?
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So in other words, in the confines of this role, if you tell me to jump, I should ask, "How high?" or else I could die? Heh... got it.
[That should be all he needs to know, really. He'll have to keep reminding himself of that: he can't afford to die, especially for the sake of anyone besides his sister.
... It's not going to be easy. He can't deny the influence that certain idiots back home have had on him, and some people here—Milla and Yuna come to mind—make it difficult to forget how appealing that dream is; a dream where he's anybody but himself.
How worthless. He's always stuck in this trap, no matter what he does.]
I don't suppose one of my "privileges" could be seeing proof that you can grant these rewards, huh? You couldn't demonstrate in front of... what's-her-face? Nisha? [...] Or that I could ask for a knife now?
[He doesn't actually expect anything to come out of those requests, but eh, worth a shot.]
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Suppose that's right. Though, I'm not asking you to do anything but play it and not tell anyone. You ain't my lackey, kid. You just a bounty. A role in the game.
[ At the second part though, the Sheriff scratches idly at his beard and considers. ]
What kinda knife you want?
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[He's a little bitter over being asked to kill people.]
... Could I ask for my knife from home? [...] Please?
[Not that it's a particularly special knife, especially what with his 《Headphone Fuzz》 (and thus Demon Sword switch) being inactive, but he likes that knife, okay.]
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There you go. Trust you'll do well not to let anyone know you got it from me, hm?
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[He blinks in surprise, both because what the and also because he hadn't actually expected the Sheriff to grant his request. Still, he hesitantly takes the knife, before giving it an experimental twirl (nowhere near the Sheriff, no worries) and then concealing it in his clothes (wherever he hides it, idk).
He's not sure how much he trusts the "gift", but it's nice to have his knife back, seeing as how he's definitely not about to defend himself with his cellphone.]
Well, thank you very much. [It's said with his usual flippant tone, though, so who knows how genuine he's being.] This certainly gives me a reason to be nicer to you in the future.
And of course. Like I'll go around telling everyone what a nice guy you are, generously giving this to a shitty person like me for no apparent reason.
[Yeah, he figures he's better off hiding the fact that he has his knife at all. Simon already knows that he has his phone here, after all.]
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Hey, more people unknowingly armed, more interesting everything else is. Ain't really my problem, in a fashion. Anyway, is there anything else you need?
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[And maybe, a part of him wants to pretend that he doesn't have this role at all—but ultimately, he has to think things over.]
I'm sure I'll have more questions or requests once things get serious, though.