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theblackcross2009-12-14 12:24 pm
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Friday 1.14 - Meeting up with Prodigy - Continued
Yohji steadily trailed Ken, trying to keep himself in mission mode and ignoring everything else. He only paused when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and checked to find a text from Ran.
"Ok?"
He felt mildly warmed at the realization that Ran had noticed he called even though he hadn’t left a message. And more so that he was apparently worried. Although rationally, that could only be because he had called while on a mission. Ran was supposed to be worried.
He overcame the temptation to reply back with, “Situation normal, all fucked up.” Ran probably wouldn’t appreciate his sense of humor. No reason to needlessly panic his teammates.
Instead he responded with "Fine."
He left the message on the screen, hesitating over whether or not to add ‘We need to have another talk about Ken.’
In the end he aborted that idea. Again, it would just make Ran worry when nothing could be done yet. What’s more Ken seemed to be rather paranoid that they were talking about him behind his back. Which of course wasn’t unfounded, but no reason to fuel his teammate’s mistrust by leaving traceable evidence that they actually were.
He hated himself even more for thinking about his friend/teammate in such a tactical mindset. He was only fueling the problem…. But what else could he do?
He continued to pause, wanting to add some sort of more personal sign-off. He couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t gushy. Or didn’t use words that he hadn’t actually expressed to Ran verbally yet. At a loss for anything that felt appropriate, he reluctantly hit ‘send’ feeling slightly empty as he did so.
He was anxious for this mission to be over. He wanted to get back to the Koneko. He was even anxious just to meet Prodigy. Speaking to a member of Schwarz actually felt like it might be a relief in comparison to interacting with his own teammate.
How fucked up was that?
“Well….I guess we should start by going into the office and finding out if he’s actually enrolled here? Or do you think we should just hang around outside and hope to intercept him as he leaves?”
Prodigy was just one kid in a crowd of hundreds. There were so many ways this could turn into a dead end.
"Ok?"
He felt mildly warmed at the realization that Ran had noticed he called even though he hadn’t left a message. And more so that he was apparently worried. Although rationally, that could only be because he had called while on a mission. Ran was supposed to be worried.
He overcame the temptation to reply back with, “Situation normal, all fucked up.” Ran probably wouldn’t appreciate his sense of humor. No reason to needlessly panic his teammates.
Instead he responded with "Fine."
He left the message on the screen, hesitating over whether or not to add ‘We need to have another talk about Ken.’
In the end he aborted that idea. Again, it would just make Ran worry when nothing could be done yet. What’s more Ken seemed to be rather paranoid that they were talking about him behind his back. Which of course wasn’t unfounded, but no reason to fuel his teammate’s mistrust by leaving traceable evidence that they actually were.
He hated himself even more for thinking about his friend/teammate in such a tactical mindset. He was only fueling the problem…. But what else could he do?
He continued to pause, wanting to add some sort of more personal sign-off. He couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t gushy. Or didn’t use words that he hadn’t actually expressed to Ran verbally yet. At a loss for anything that felt appropriate, he reluctantly hit ‘send’ feeling slightly empty as he did so.
He was anxious for this mission to be over. He wanted to get back to the Koneko. He was even anxious just to meet Prodigy. Speaking to a member of Schwarz actually felt like it might be a relief in comparison to interacting with his own teammate.
How fucked up was that?
“Well….I guess we should start by going into the office and finding out if he’s actually enrolled here? Or do you think we should just hang around outside and hope to intercept him as he leaves?”
Prodigy was just one kid in a crowd of hundreds. There were so many ways this could turn into a dead end.
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Oh, I was just thinking about having kids and wanted to scope out the local school systems.
Yeah, right.
Cruising to pick up a teacher or two would have been a more believable excuse, but he wasn’t about to say that either.
As if the kid wouldn’t be able to tell he was lying, regardless of what he came up with.
“Looking for you,” he said straightforwardly. “Lucky us, there you are.” He smiled, hoping that Nagi was actually going to hear them out before he found himself smashed into a wall. He looked towards Ken, briefly, wondering if he was going to step in and say anything. Yohji rather hoped he wouldn’t.
“We need to circumvent a problem,” he continued cautiously. “If we don’t, things are going to get really nasty, really fast. Not just for us, but for you too. If you help us it will be in everyone’s best interest. Mine. Yours. Your teammates’. Any….” He looked around skeptically, “…Friends you have here.” Nagi was not really projecting an aura of someone who socialized, but Yohji was grasping at straws to be compelling.
“If you don’t help us, a lot of people not related to missions will die. Indiscriminately. It could be anyone.” He gave the young boy a meaningful look as he emphasized that last word, simultaneously mentally bracing himself for an attack.
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Nagi looked from one Weiss to another, honestly puzzled. How'd they survive this long if they were this unorganized, unplanned and just plain foolish? He and his teammates had let them live, but he was sure others had not.
Oh well, he'd have to run with it. Orders were orders.
Kudou's implication that Tot might be hurt stabbed home, and he glared at the man, but was destracted by Hideka's words. He raised an eyebrow.
''I do not see why you think we couldn't handle ourselves. I would think it would be yourseelf you were worried about...''
(OOC: urgh, bad, baaad writing, but it 's the best you're going to get out of me at the moment...)
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…Also, “A little birdie told us”?
Seriously?
Did Ken think they were in some gangster movie? Who the hell talked like that in the real world? This whole new badass act was so not working for the brunet.
It was all Yohji could do to not smack his forehead in frustration.
He leveled a serious gaze at Nagi. “I’m sure you can handle yourselves,” he replied without emotion. “But the business of this disk is a lot bigger than only affecting either of our teams. We’re concerned about innocent lives, and a lot are at stake right now. If the entire population of Tokyo were instantaneously decimated, I thought you might regret one or two of the casualties. I hope I’m not mistaken about that.”
He gulped, not having terribly high hopes for getting through to the teen. “The disk needs to be destroyed. We’re hoping you will help us, in a common interest.”