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"How the hell should I know where we were? Somewhere on the ocean." Guts responded. This guy was unlikely to be able to take him to Elfheim. At the very least though, he could take him to civilization, and he could find leads. "Look. Where am I now? What's the biggest city, go-rilla?" he asked, his mouth unused to this new word.
"No problem." Bee smiled, as his rapier dissolved. As it left, he thought he heard a gasp. It was probably just his imagination. "Well, if you need me, just give a shout. I'm gonna go find some ice cream, like I promised." he said. He grabbed his clothes, and walked along the beach. Something useful would pop up soon, probably.
Guts grit his teeth, eyeing the monkey. It looked like something the Kushans would send. "I'm not interested in joining a group." Guts said, briefly remembering his experience with the Band of the Hawk. He'd probably intimidated the 'gorilla'; it was reaching for a... thing. It looked like some kind of handbow, probably. That only cast more doubt on the offer to ride somewhere else. Guts knew that when an offer was too good to be true, it probably was. Still... a harsh wind blew in from the tundra. Beggars couldn't be choosers. "You have a boat out of here, then?" he asked cautiously.
Guts' eye snapped open, and darted around to view his frosty surroundings. He jumped to his feet, slightly disoriented, and drew his oversized slab of iron. There was some hairy thing standing near him. Normally, Guts' first instinct would have been "Cleave and chop", but this one was talking to humans. Normal humans. "What the hell are you?" he asked, his only eye glaring with a smoldering anger.
"Oh, like a Japanese styled thing!" Bee exclaimed. He sheared off sand at an angle before detailing with the rapier, and carved out several outer hallways, and those weird Japanese doors he saw in his Chinese cartoons. Sand was brushed away to reveal something in the shape of wooden flooring, until it finally took shape. "Alright, went for something Asian this time. How's it look?" he asked.
"Housey, huh?" Bee noted, going over his handiwork. "Alright!" he whipped the rapier again, and thrust it with great force. It darted around like a hornet, stinging in and around various cracks and crevices, shaping the sand. Bee punctuated with a few vertical slashes from Korbo. When all was finished, he smacked the castle with the side of the blade, revealing various carved windows and pillars. "I went for a Southern mansion style this time. Refined, usually located somewhere pretty. It'd be a nice place to live, right? Or were you going for something different?" he asked.
"Well, we're about to find out what's in it, Okuu. Let's see.... if I was a passcode, what would I be?" Bee stared at the case. "....One, two, three, four, five, six." he said aloud, entering the numbers. The locks flipped open with a click, and the case slowly opened, revealing a blindingly bright light that consumed Bee's mind. The man found himself standing in a small clearing in a field of wheat. In the center, a naked, rusted blade stood from the ground. "How'd you get here?" he asked, kneeling down beside it. Slowly, his fingers extended, and began to wrap around it. Bee woke with a start, finding himself sitting on the beach. The case was gone. Bee felt something brush his hand, and looked at it. It felt as if something was lying in his palm. He brushed off his hands and stood up. "I wonder... Hey Okuu, how about some decorations?" he asked, and held out his hands. A thin, ornate rapier materialized in a storm of petals. He exhaled, and whipped it around at lightning pace, jabbing and cutting the side of the mound. With a flourish, loose sand fell to the ground, revealing immaculately carved designs, reminiscent of Gothic cathedrals. "How's that? Too Europe?" he asked, kneeling down to admire his handiwork.
"Well, I'm gonna go search for a shop, I guess." Bee said, wading back to shores as he massaged his wrist. Assuming this place was inhabited, he'd find something sooner or later. "Oh. A sandcastle. Nice." he smiled at Okuu's creation when he walked by. He knelt down his pile of clothing; even if they were kept here weighed down with his shoes, sand was still blowing onto them. Bee looked at his attache case, and sat down, pulling it into his lap.
"Nah, it's cool." Bee waved at the cowboy. "I want to see if America dollars work here, anyways. It'd be easier than learning a new unit of currency. Although..." he scratched his chin. "I have no idea what the dollar's worth here, if anything. They might even just trade crystals, or something." he explained, "but I could deal. We can make ice cream, if need be."
"I would also like to go get ice cream." Bee responded, nodding at Cirno. "Ajax, you want ice cream? Jack, you? My treat." Bee said, ineffectively prying at Ajax's meaty fingers.
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