Mitsunari in the fast food-land

[rebellions]

[After all this time of traveling between worlds that seem to have been stuck in Middle Ages, Ragna was beginning to suspect advanced technology was nothing more than a product of his imagination and/or fever dream he'd had at some point in his life. Sure, he'd never relied too much on crap like computers and smartphones and whatnot, but the rest of the world depended heavily on Ars Magus stuff, and even Sector Seven (which shunned Ars Magus usage) used electric technology far more developed than any place they have come across during their travels. What are the odds of his world being literally the only one out there that has managed to figure that shit out?

Finally, Ragna is proved wrong when the crew of the Katabami find themselves in a world far different from the ones they've visited so far. It's not quite the same as what Ragna is used to from his own world, but the busy streets of a city constantly illuminated by lights, shops and traffic feels at least somewhat familiar. Enough not to get lost or overwhelmed, at least. In fact, it's kinda fun not to feel like he's traveled back in time a few centuries for once. Maybe he can get some nice food he hasn't had for while? Or watch TV on the screens in the market. You know, appreciate the things that used to be so obvious he kind of didn't pay them any attention back then.

However, not all of them are used to this sort of environment, so whether he likes it or not, Ragna is now stuck on babysitting duty. Frankly, he's not too worried about Mitsunari ─ rather, he's worried about the unfortunate souls who happen to run into him and invoke his wrath by asking him to take a picture of them at the local landmark or something like that. So here he is, apparently resigning himself to damage control whatever goes wrong here ─ and let's be real, something definitely will.]

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[curseking]

[ Mitsunari nods, contented for the moment since Ragna has chosen to comply with his wishes.

He doesn't know what sort of store they need to visit. After all, he doesn't even know what the "horseless carriages" are actually called. Looking at the cars passing by on the street, he can see that they're emblazoned with emblems that say things like "NISSAN" and "CHRYSLER". Are those... the names of the people who created the vehicles? That makes sense. The name for the vehicle in general wouldn't just be written on its side. Horses don't have signs saying "this is a horse" around their necks.

As luck would have it, they don't have to walk long before they pass by So-And-So's Car Dealership. It would have been better if they'd stumbled upon a car rental service -- Mitsunari really does not need to own a car -- but this is how fate would have it. Mitsunari doesn't look excited, because he never does, but he's definitely interested in all the cars for sale. ]

So the horseless carriages are called "cars".

[ Mitsunari is satisfied with this new knowledge. It's faster to say. ]

Ragna! Let's go. I am getting myself the fastest and sleekest "car" available.

[ If it's spiky, that's good too. ]

[rebellions]

[As soon as they reach the place, Ragna begins to regret ever agreeing to this. Why didn't he pick another route or insist on heading back to the ship instead? Or he could have suggested anything else, really. It's rare that something genuinely catches Mitsunari's interest, and when it does, it's usually bad news. Except for fries, those were relatively harmless.]

Did I stutter or something? I said no. You ain't getting one.

[Apparently he gets to decide that now. Ragna lets out an annoyed huff, crossing his arms on his chest. It's fairly obvious he's not enthusiastic about the idea; in fact, he's pretty determined not to let Mitsunari behind the wheel, both for the latter's sake and the safety of general public. But mostly to spare himself the headache.]

'Sides, you'd probably need a license for that. Y'know, a proof that you can drive? Which you can't, by the way.

[curseking]

That's preposterous.

[ Mitsunari gives Ragna a completely unwarranted 'you're an idiot' look. ]

No one has ever in my life asked me for proof that I could ride a horse.

[ Absolutely flawless logic. Gold star for Mitsunari.

And anyway, how hard can driving be? Surely not at all difficult for Ishida Mitsunari, left hand of the Toyotomi.

Nothing about that title indicates an ability to operate a motor vehicle without killing people. ]

[rebellions]

[Ragna's pretty used to being looked down on, but when he knows he's right and still gets treated like an idiot? That's crossing the line.]

I don't care how preppy you think that sounds, that's how things are! 'Sides, a horse just rides itself, so your argument's invalid.

[... Perhaps not the most stunning word choice, but he does have a point there. Even if he's never actually sat on a horse before. Or driven a car. How hard is it for Mitsunari to understand that this world full of things he doesn't know or understand operates under different rules and laws than he's used to? And people say he's stubborn, geez.]

[curseking]

[ ..."Preppy"? There's a flash of confusion on his face. That's a term he's never heard before. What the hell is it supposed to mean? That brief moment of confusion is quickly overtaken by his usual irritation. ]

Those are the words of a man who has obviously never so much as laid eyes on a horse! To ride well takes practice and skill! I doubt you could even manage to keep yourself upright in the saddle.