Ryoji was one of the last people Aigis would expect to see during her usual patrol around the docks, so to say she was wary was an understatement. What was not surprising was the easy grin he wore on his face while asking a question even she deemed absurd. During their previous, less than benevolent encounters, he would have that same pleasant smile, as if he wasnāt hellbent on destroying their peaceful world. However, those times felt like ages ago, and she struggled to recall them clearly. Maybe a maintenance was what she needed.
Though her memories of the world she lived in previously felt hazy, she couldnāt recall a time she had ever been fishing. Aigis did know it was a profession, a dangerous one at that, but the waters lapping at the dock seemed docile enough to her. Were there even fish to be found? And why was Ryoji of all people inviting her over? The best course of action to answer her questions seemed to be responding to his strange, sudden request instead of ignoring it. The fact that he would have his powers diminished thanks to the confusing intricacies of this world did little to assuage her doubt since her own powers were stripped down, but nevertheless, she still briskly walked over to Ryoji, mentally on guard. Aigis half hoped she would not need to use her scarce bullets, but if the occasion called for it, she would be ready.
Aigis felt there was no need for formalities, so she dived right into the heart of the matter.
āI see two fishing rods,ā she said bluntly. āIs this an ambush?ā
Okay, so question answered.
But counting victories is an easy enough challenge. She walked up to him, if only to state how many fishing rods he has, so heāll take that one as a victory in its rawest form. He could probably get away with ignoring that second line too, because if he replies to it thenā¦ sheāll reply back. And then theyāll start talking about who knows what and they wonāt be fishing, which was the whole point of this stunt in the first place.
āIām not exactly sure how much damage could be done with these,ā he laughs, looking up at the wobbling sticks before pushing one into his other hand, then holding them out in the space between them, offering them to her.
Similar to how Ryan Gosling held two glasses in his hand before handing one towards Emma Stone, as they both stood and stared out into his pool. Though instead of a pool, Ryoji only had the glistening waters to look out into, bouncing off the sides of the promenade, though they never splashed too high or pulled the stones out of place. Odd. Ā A little boring too. And the ocean water isnāt lit up and it isnāt night and āTime of my Lifeā isnāt playing in the background, but these are all little unimportant details, largely because Ryoji wasnāt even sure how much sheād weigh if sheās made out of pure metal.
Back to the fishing rods he was actually holding out, though. āDo either of these call for you in particular? The person in the rental booth told me something quite interesting ā the rod that calls out to you will grant you fantastic luck; fish twice their usual size!ā
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