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| Katyusha | Dec 2 2010, 10:54 AM Post #1 |
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BGM - Ansia Time: Early Evening It wasn't the most interesting safehouse. A simple, old building that hadn't been quite repaired since the last time it was involved in one of the many incidents that plagued the city. Outwardly unremarkable, the inside wasn't much better. Broken glass and debris were strewn about randomly on the hallways, and the inside looked very much like it had once been involved in a warzone. It probably was at one point. It was a testament to the city's dangers that, despite how the rest of Japan prized land to the degree that such things as slum areas normally would never exist, this city still had sections that were old and generally neglected. Typically once a previous owner had left or died, and no one had been interested in taking over. When you thought about it, it was a wonder people lived here at all. However, such a thing was a convenience of sorts. The building wasn't in particularly bad condition. At least, it was sufficient to live in, assuming one didn't mind a general lack of amenities. There was no electricity in the building, but it still had running water, surprisingly. After scouting around town for such places, Chetri had determined this place was suitable as a staging point, being both centrally located, and generally unattended by authorities. But that didn't actually matter anymore. Now living in the WDA building for the time being, Chetri's reason for being here this night were somewhat different. In order to minimise weight during her mission, she decided to leave behind most of her gear when she went to make the hit, taking along only her knife, her weapon, and some ammunition. Retrieval of the rest of her equipment wasn't an immediate concern at first, but some of it would doubtlessly be bothersome to re-aquire. Chetri walked down the hallways as silently as possible. She knew how to sneak around, and knew how to hunt for others, and it was that knowledge that made her wary - she well understood the capabilities of others like her, and knew that soon enough, she'd be hunted as well. She moved fairly briskly, but also carefully, looking down with every step to ensure quiet footing, and then up and around to examine the area around them for human shapes. There were plenty of shadows and little in the way of lighting besides the city outside, shining in through the broken windows, and surprisingly little background noise, and the quiet all the more emphasized what little there was - the faint dripping of a leaky pipe, distant vehicles from the city itself, all jumbling into a pattern that could easily be separated from extraneous noise that signified something didn't belong. There were some rats up ahead, moving furtively among the debris, and scattered as she approached. Rats were useful scouts that way. If they were about, there was usually no one up ahead, and after awhile she determined there was indeed no one else there. She allowed herself to be relieved somewhat, but she held on to her revolver regardless of what little safety she might have felt. Good as she was, she also knew there would always be uncertainties no matter how hard one worked to keep them at bay, and it was things like that that ultimately bit you in the ass. "I don't believe anyone else is present. It should be safe enough to proceed quickly." she said, again her voice singularly devoid of emotion, and her face with the customary blank expression. It was her training reasserting itself again. Edited by Katyusha, Dec 2 2010, 11:16 AM.
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| Cypriss | Dec 2 2010, 11:27 AM Post #2 |
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Jameson took a knee and closed his eyes. He extended his mind outwards, spreading it beyond his normal range. When he focused he could detect for quite a distance. It was nothing like back when he'd had overpsyche but it was still quite effective. Sneaking up on Jameson Willicott was something of an amazing feat.. Since his early days he'd been used as a a detector.. He could still remember mentally navigating the halls of the millennium puzzle to find the others.. So long ago... Either way. He sent out a burst of mental presence, expanding his psychic range out to it's limit.. he felt others in nearby buildings, the streets below, and those that would flash in and out of his mental radius in vehicles. But nothing immediately dangerous.. "I don't detect anything either.." He said, his fingers still perched on the cold floor as he'd used the building as a sort of 'tuning rod'. Jameson rose to his feet looking around. It was a depressing old building but not in bad shape. He seriously wondered what it had been like for her. Completely alone with no one she knew.. Nothing to entertain her. Just focused on the job for days until she finally took her shot. Which was made even stranger when Jameson considered she'd taken no shame in failing. Exerting all that energy for something she didn't even really take pride in. "Ehh~" Jameson said to himself with a grin. "You're a scary kid Setti.." He said looking around as he followed her in. |
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| Katyusha | Dec 2 2010, 12:16 PM Post #3 |
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"You should be careful with that, by the way." she added, matter of factly. "Though most wouldn't notice, there's a chance some people might have the ability to, and alert them to your presence." It hadn't ever come up for Jameson, and as far as she knew no one in the Organization could either, but compartmentalisation also made it impossible for her to be sure. It was that whole uncertainty thing again, and as a result she mainly trusted her own natural senses. Surprise was a useful thing to have on your side. With it, you could choose when and where a confrontation would take place, and so more easily steer things to a favourable outcome. For yourself at least. It really was empty though, she saw for herself. And the progress through the building was quick. It wasn't long before she stopped, just outside one of the rooms on the third floor. This floor seemed to actually have most of the doors intact, and she carefully, quietly, reached for the knob. There was no telling if there was already someone there. She didn't detect anyone, nor had Jameson, but there were ways to avoid being detected. More importantly, she knew people who could. She turned the knob quickly, and opened the door, leading in with her revolver and following a moment later... ... ...Into an empty room. She scanned it quickly, her eyes darting around looking for anyone who might have been hiding. It was dark, much like the rest of the rest of the building, but illuminated well enough from the few windows there were. Things were abit louder as well, for the same reasons. She let out a breath, almost in relief, not that anyone could hear it, and lowered her weapon. Like everything else inside, the room was in disrepair. The window glass was long gone - shattered and in pieces on the floor next to it. There were some cracks on the wall too. It was almost entirely empty, and the only sign of human habitation or comfort was a rock hard mattress by the corner of the room, well out of sight of the windows, and an Army-style olive duffelbag beside it, which she made her way towards. "I'll be prompt." she promised him, as she opened the bag. Edited by Katyusha, Dec 2 2010, 01:46 PM.
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| Cypriss | Dec 2 2010, 08:31 PM Post #4 |
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Jameson contemplated what she said with deep interest. It was something he'd thought of to be honest but there wasn't much he could do about it. "Hurm... Well if it's to the level when they can detect my psychic aura then they would probably detect me no matter what... I'd rather be as aware of them as they are of me than the opposite..." He said following her down the corridors.. This place was pretty messed up. "No rush." Jameson said throwing himself on the mattress, popping his hands behind his head and closing his eyes as if he were going to take a nap. However as he stretched out his mind again, focusing on the subtleties around them.. However one advantage was a more acute understanding of Chetri's emotions.. Hurm... "So do you have any personal effects..? I mean.. I know you probably didn't have loads of friends but I mean you guys weren't robots.. Surely you must have had at least one friend..?" He paused before. "Er.. But first before replying, feel free to just say you're uncomfortable and don't wanna talk about it." He knew she was used to orders and he didn't want her to feel like talking about things like this was an order. This was her decision and more importantly if he wanted her to open up a bit he didn't need to force it or it'd just create resentment. |
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| Katyusha | Dec 2 2010, 10:58 PM Post #5 |
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"I don't, nor is there any particular reason for me to be uncomfortable about it." She started taking things out of the bag carefully, setting them on the mattress, and quickly examining everything and making sure it hadn't been tampered with since the last time she was here. It wasn't likely, but she didn't survive that bloody little covert war in Italy by being careless. Some changes of clothes, underwear, all of which identical, another pair of shoes, some boxes of ammunition, some speed loaders, another knife, a water bottle, what looked like an encrypted phone, and a week's worth of Army rations, of which she'd used 3. The examination was pretty quick, mostly patting them down and giving them a quick visual inspection. Finally, getting to the bottom of the bag, and felt it down, as if looking for something. "And no, we didn't really have friends, in a sense. Our unit trained together and was often housed together on standby, but we weren't very close. There was no espirit de corps, as you say, since we were often assigned to missions alone or in smaller groups." |
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| Cypriss | Dec 2 2010, 11:18 PM Post #6 |
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Jameson rose from the bed looking towards her with a small frown... He sighed heavily and looked away. 'I hope from now on you have a good life..' He thought eying the wall solemnly. Even if she didn't seem to mind any of this in the slightest it was increasingly disturbing for him to listen to the casual way she said that her whole life she'd never really made a friend.. It just wasn't easy for him to listen to. But then it seemed a lot like she didn't care.. "Well I'm your friend, now. So you can count me!" He said with a broad smile, pointing to his chest with his thumb. "Eh... not that you're really worried about it.." He said with a weak laugh. "Still it's good to be clear about these things or you'll create a misunderstanding.." He said tapping his chin. He moved off of the bread stretching and rubbing his back. "Yeesh.. what an uncomfortable thing.." He said, loath to call it an actual 'bed'. He glanced to her and exhaled a bit. It was hard to tell if he was making any progress with her at all. He wasn't sure why it MATTERED so much to him. It was just.. strange. He could handle her disliking him or finding him annoying like Miyuki had at first.. It wasn't like he needed to be revered by everything. But a total lack of emotion at all just made him feel awkward. I mean if she didn't react to anything did that mean she didn't feel ANYTHING? No, it couldn't be that because she still wanted to live.. If she wanted to live then she felt something, right? He was just putting the cart before the horse here. If he kept pressuring her or trying to draw out an emotive response he might backfire and her first emotive response might be kicking his ass because he got too annoying.. For now he'd just play it cool. "So is that everything..?" He said glancing out the window.. He leaned over onto it and looked out.. Well she'd picked a place with a good view.. Ah.. right.. vantage point for sniping, right? Even this was just pragmatic... She really was strange. He winced a bit recoiling his hand, flicking out a piece of glass and looking at the red bead forming on his thumb. He glanced back to her before falling his hand up into a fist. Last thing he wanted was the field doctor over here to go nurse practitioner right here over a tiny knick... Ah, well she had done that. She'd treated Aki's wounds. It wasn't NECESSARY for her to do so but she had. That was good, right? |
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| Katyusha | Dec 3 2010, 12:18 AM Post #7 |
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"Here." she put a small first aid kit on the mattress, but didn't look up from what she was doing. Her eyes seemed to narrow as she carefully pressed her fingers against the bottom, looking for... There she thought Chetri pulled out the knife she was carrying, and seemed to cut out a small bit of the bag. The work seemed delicate and careful, almost like a surgery, only done with an overly large and heavy survival knife rather than a proper scalpel. There was something interwoven into the fabric at the bottom, which she carefully cut out. It took almost a minute, since she seemed to be trying to do so without severely damaging the bag, but finally she set the knife down and lifted a small, nondescript black box, about a centimetre thick and 5 centimetres across, which she raised to eye level as if examining it. |
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| Cypriss | Dec 3 2010, 01:03 AM Post #8 |
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Jameson ignored the first aid kit and stuck his finger in his mouth instead out of pure stubborn resistance to her overreaction. As if he needed a first aid kit. This didn't even qualify as 'boo boo' territory. It was even below 'owie'. He wasn't gonna put a band-aid on this and be JUDGED BY HIS PEERS. Either way he walked over leaning in over her shoulder and eying the box. "What is this? A precious momento..?" He said it as sincerely as he could but he was definitely being sarcastic. Even he wasn't so dumb as to walk into the same trap over and over.. Still it must have had some pragmatic value to her. A method of contacting someone? A stick of plastic explosives? Either way he felt like it was the real reason they'd come.. He tried to enjoy the anticipation as the answer was likely going to be disappointing. |
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| Katyusha | Dec 3 2010, 01:25 AM Post #9 |
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"A tracking device." she responded simply, and dropped it on the mattress. "They put these on our equipment bags so we can be tracked down for extraction." She then picked up her knife, and, with the speed of a striking cobra, stabed cleanly through it, the blade going into the hard padding and breaking the device. Chetri left the knife there for the moment while she searched the rest of the bag, dumping more things onto the makeshift bed. A moleskine notebook, a pen, and some cleaning tools this time, and she resumed her search, just in case the bag had more. |
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| Cypriss | Dec 3 2010, 01:56 AM Post #10 |
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Jameson frowned at the object.. B...but this was a keepsake. It was part of her past.. He glanced back at her before kneeling and looking around casually. He waited until he was sure she wasn't looking before snatching and pocketing the damaged thing. If she didn't want it then at least he'd keep it as a memory item... Despite everything he still felt like the few items she had all were important to whom she was. He wasn't sure why himself but it just felt sad to get rid of it.. Either way he picked around at the floor trying to seem inconspicuous. "Man so much glass, you sure are messy.." He said as he rose to his feet, planting his hands in his sides as he eyed her. Everything she had was so pragmatic and practical that it was kind of disturbing.. Everything served a purpose.. He plopped down on the bed which rewarded him with, instead of a light bounce, a low moaning creak as if he'd killed the spirit possessing it. He grimaced a bit before turning his attention to the newest collection of objects.."ooo.. .A diary." He said reaching over for the book. Most girls would kill him for reading it but Chetri wouldn't care most likely.. |
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| Katyusha | Dec 3 2010, 02:24 AM Post #11 |
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"It was in this condition when I found it. The mess was not my doing." As for the notebook, it wasn't so much a diary as a journal, written mainly in Italian, in a somewhat messy but fairly legible handwriting, and Chetri didn't seem at all concerned about Jameson reading it, being more worried about checking the rest of the bag.
The pen used was obviously the same fountain pen the she put next to it, and was also about the only thing in the pile that didn't look like it was Army issue. It was actually a pretty nice pen, the sort one would imagine an Arts student might use, with a shiny black body and silver furniture. The numeral "IV" was also engraved on the clip. Finally, she was satisfied the bag held no more such tracking systems, and began carefully repacking everything that had been in. "You can hold on to that if you like." she said, carefully putting in the clothing "But I don't recommend keeping a piece of the tracking device." Edited by Katyusha, Dec 3 2010, 02:26 AM.
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| Cypriss | Dec 3 2010, 05:26 AM Post #12 |
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"... Well this is useless to me. It's written in code." He said eying it. It might as well be true. But he knew it was Italian. He just had no bloody idea how to READ Italiano so it was all useless to him. For all he knew it could be a one hundred page love sonnet and he'd never be able to tell. But more likely it was just a list of practical information on her daily activities.. He sighed a bit. Not disappointed so much as.. well okay he was a bit disappointed. Still he didn't let it show on his face as he closed it gently and returned it to her. He then reached into his pocket.. "Does it bother you..?" He said before shrugging. "Probably not." He held it in his fingers eying it.. How did she even know. He was SURE she hadn't been looking? Was that her power..? Either way he walked to the window before tossing it out.. It was trash anyhow.. Besides maybe it wasn't something she wanted to keep? He planted his hands in his sides eying the pen. IV.. Four. She was four. "Are you keeping that..?" He said folding his arms over his chest. "It seems like a negative object..." He said tilting his head as he eyed it. "Expensive but.. it's just a reminder of the days you're a number.. Shouldn't you get rid of as much of it as possible?" He looked out the window.. "It seems like you'd keep everything or get rid of everything.. But in the middle is just weird..." Because it was further proof she felt nothing about the items. If she had a desire to keep the time in her heart she'd keep the items. If she had a desire to cast off her past she'd throw them all away.. But keeping some and getting rid of some was just pragmatism which was disconnected from emotion. |
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| Katyusha | Dec 3 2010, 12:59 PM Post #13 |
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"It's a pen. It doesn't have a transmitter so we can safely take it with us." she replied, accepting her logbook back, and packing it carefully. She only took the clothing, ammunition, loaders, knife and pen. There was no need for the water bottle or the rations anymore, and she might as well save weight. The risk of it being discovered was trivial, considering they already knew she was here, and they weren't exactly hiding either. The fact they'd find a previous safehouse considering those circumstances wasn't an issue. Finished, she zipped up the bag, and slung it over her shoulder. "We probably won't need those unless you want to keep them." she gestured to the MREs "They're only passable as food, but they're sufficient to sustain you in the field." At 3500 calories and the pricetag to assemble them, it was the least they could do. Sure they tasted somewhat bland, but that was the price for having something still be vaguely edible after years of neglect and then being dropped out of an airplane. "Else, that should be everything." |
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| Cypriss | Dec 3 2010, 04:11 PM Post #14 |
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"Nah.. I'm okay.." He said leaving them there. He'd eaten military rations once on a case. He was stuck in a supply closet with them for six days and he'd never enjoyed anything less... He moved the boxes of rations and sat them on the bed in an orderly fashion. He then stepped away from the bed, turned on his heel to face it, and bowed to it with a perfectly serious expression. "Thank you for your hard work until now." He said to the bed before flashing a grin at Chetri.. "Lead the way.." ~~~~~ Jameson stretched a bit with a yawn as he exited the building.. At least everything was taken care of now. Even so he had a strange feeling. This whole time he'd been trying to find some emotional connection between her and these objects but there seemed to be none. He could understand why... She was told by them to suppress her emotions. They weren't useful. So naturally she didn't develop emotional connections with any of that stuff.. Even so it all felt a little weird.. Everything she owned was for survival or basic day-to-day necessity. Nothing she owned had any of her own self in it. It was just sad. There wasn't even one item like that in her entire bag.. He paused, glancing into a building window.. He glanced back to her.. "Stay here.." He said before walking inside.. .... ....... .......... Rather quickly he reemerged from the store with a small bag. He reached into it pulling out two things. "I went in there to get a pack of mechanical pencil erasers." He said in a very straightforward tone. "Specifically I saw they had.." He eyed the packaging. "Super K... Kawaii Deluxe Mei... Ghk.. Medio.. Ver.... Pencil Erasers..." He said with an increasingly pale tone. Each eraser was shaped like a maid girl.. "Ah... I had to get them for Oliver." He said, clarifying this with a gavel-voiced tone. "Anyhow I saw this on the counter and on a whim for no reason decided to get it for you." Jameson said pulling out a small bag with a cell phone strap in it. "Since you got a phone I figured I'd get you one." He said idly. "For camoflauge purposes... If you don't have one the other girls will think it's strange. It's to blend in!" He said firmly. "Anyhow it's not really a gift or anything." He said handing it to her. "Consider it repayment for..." 'Destroying my home..' "Finally getting me to do the home renovations I've been putting off.." He said feeling the desire to vomit blood. Edited by Cypriss, Dec 3 2010, 10:49 PM.
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| Katyusha | Dec 4 2010, 12:52 AM Post #15 |
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Chetri didn't respond at first, and seemed to be staring at his face. "You seem troubled again." she noted "Is something wrong?" She had to ask. If nothing else, it was a practical concern. If something was wrong, you did what you could to alleviate it before it had a chance to get out of hand, and something was obviously wrong somewhere. Just because she had difficulty expressing or understanding how she felt, it didn't mean she didn't know how to read people. It did used to be part of her job afterall. |
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