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The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
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| Fin | Feb 18 2011, 12:03 PM Post #1 |
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It's not a rare sight for Seth to be in front of the Willicott Detective Agency, since he pretty much works here anyway. But what's really intriguing about him this time is that he was pacing around in circles in front of the office in the cold breeze instead of taking any steps into the warmth of the office. Occasionally he glanced at the streets, and at times he took a glance at the door of the office with an expression of confusion and irritation. Indecision was consuming him through from the inside, as he kicked up the leftover winter snows. He scratched his head, scratched his cheek, scratched his neck, scratched his nose (since it's itchy) as he pondered whether he should pass through the door or not. This isn't exactly the first time he had hesitated to enter the office. In fact, if he could remember, this was the third time he had doubts about turning the doorknob. The first time being when he first applied for a job here, the second being the time when they were having their Johnson Eight's Assault briefing. And the third time being, well... now. He had his reason for hesitating, since it would usually involve in something very big happening to him. Most of the time it involves the risk of losing something important. This time was no different. After a few while, he stopped pacing, facing the front door with a look of defiance in his face. His jaw clenched, his face set, his brows furrowed with confidence as he made up his mind. He walked up the stairs to the door, raising his hand and placing it on the knob. Now all he had to do was to turn it. Turn it... turn... it... For some reason he can't do it. His hand slipped off the knob and he turned around, resting himself on the door and slid down till he sat on the ground. Out of frustration, he whacked himself a few times with a file he had brought with him just for the occasion. Or more specifically, the file: Project V. It was scary. Really scary, he thought, as he buried his face in the file, dejected at his lack of will and courage. |
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| Sujin | Feb 19 2011, 12:04 AM Post #2 |
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Robyn sat outside with one leg over the other, reclined on a bench on the sidewalk with both of her arms outstretched across the back. She kept a watchful eye on the people and cars that passed by her, but any action seemed to be keeping itself at bay. Her view had a slightly dark tint to it through her aviator sunglasses and she preferred it that way; burning retinas via snow blindness never did anyone any good. It was a pretty nice day, at least as far as the weather went, and she took care to give herself the courtesy of throwing on a coat and a scarf with a pair of gloves. She was making an attempt at this whole "relaxation" thing outside of the new WDA headquarters, and while it was getting easier, it was still pretty damn difficult (despite the winter temperatures). Although her time in the recent past had been eventful, it was no where near what her hardly-acquainted coworkers had to deal with. She told herself she didn't really have a choice, although there is always a choice...but she picked one and stuck with it. Indecision wasn't her thing, and it wasn't something she could turn her back on. Perhaps one day she'd explain, or maybe she would brush it off as none of their business and move forward. Maybe now that the other thing was out of the picture for the moment she could focus on her job and work on some real...compatriot bonding. The thought made her shudder. Robyn hardly knew the other members of the WDA despite the fact that she'd technically been employed for what she considered "quite some time" (in comparison to past employers, that is). There was a brief get-together with everyone right before she left, and she'd had a few interactions with Jameson and some others, but she knew there were some faces with whom she was unfamiliar. It didn't help that forming actual relationships wasn't really her forte. Through her train of thought came clambering someone pacing in front of the building a few meters away from where she sat in the sunlight, far from hidden. She recognized him...he definitely worked at the agency, but last time she saw him he was worse for wear. It was obvious he was nervous about something, but what was his problem? Looked like she'd get a chance to stir up some conversation because his confrontation with the door was making HER uncomfortable just watching. Best to start things out with something she was good at--sarcastic humor. "I think yours is the first case of Door Phobia I've ever witnessed. There's a window to your right if you want to give that a go, though I suggest overcoming your fear lest Jameson blow up this office in 'WTF ARE YOU DOING' rage," she mused mockingly. "Don't you work here?" |
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| Fin | Feb 19 2011, 03:24 AM Post #3 |
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"I'd love to have Door Phobia. It's better than this," The words were blurted out without any consideration, his face still buried in the file. Maybe some of V's personality got rubbed off on him in exchange for V getting some of Seth's rubbed off on him. But he couldn't help it. His mind was still full of the consequences of putting the file in the eyes of the public. It's the fact that he doesn't know what would happen that's so terrifying. He needed a breather, he thought, as the file slipped down to his lap, his face slid into view. And so was whomever was right in front of him at the time. He blinked in surprise as the figure of a girl in her late-teen in a winter coat, with her long dark blue hair tied in a ponytail, an aviator over her head and a scarf around her neck appeared. Her face ticked something inside his head, as though it was a long lost memory from a few months ago. As the seconds passed with him staring at her, his brows furrowed, closing his eyes tight as he placed his fingers over his temple, trying to get that single vague piece of memory out of the bank. "Uh... yeah, I work here. And... you are..." He gritted his teeth. It's coming, it's coming... he can do this. He opened his eyes slowly as the image of a blue-haired woman leaning back on a chair at one of the table in the office took form. The one back then and the one in front of him right now were very similar. There it was, her name was on the nameplate... Robyn, Robyn... It starts with an 'F'... "...Ferrari-san?" It was etched on her nameplate. Edited by Fin, Feb 19 2011, 05:39 AM.
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| Sujin | Feb 19 2011, 12:42 PM Post #4 |
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"...Ferrari-san?" The prior amusement immediately slid from her face as the name was spoken. An eyebrow subtly twitched behind her sunglasses. She really should have chosen a last name that was less prone to mispronunciation. It didn't help that the misspelling had made itself prevalent at the Agency (whether this was a joke or not, she couldn't tell). It was really too bad that it held sentimental value or she would have changed it. Plus she didn't want to pay the extra fees to have her licenses and paperwork changed. Her first instinct was to jump up, slam the kid in the head with her pistol while grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and slamming him against the building. Then she'd instill some fear in him by quietly giving him the correct pronunciation and threatening his life until he said it correctly and would never misspeak again. Luckily "New Robyn" was working on her people skills and she would not be acting on her first instinct today. Instead the girl bit her tongue, took a deep breath, and forced out a small smile while remaining in her same seated position. "It's Firraro. And while the honorific is cute, just Robyn is fine." She glanced over at the downtrodden boy slumped against the door with some paperwork in hand. "I don't think we were introduced. But you look like..." Judging by the outward appearance, politeness, and what she had heard from everyone here and there she drew a few conclusions. "Seth." She was intrigued by the combination of his folder and his unsettled ability to cross the threshold. The girl didn't like to admit it to herself often, but she wanted to get to know these people better. Especially if she was going to make a career out of this. It felt unnatural, but she continued with the small talk. "So...do you need me to open the door for you, or are you going to wish it open?" She interlaced her fingers and placed them behind her head. "I don't know if you want any 'courage or direction' from me. I've been told I'm a terrible motivational speaker. But you seem like the kinda kid who should be able to enter a building under normal circumstances. I'm guessing this is otherwise." |
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| Fin | Feb 19 2011, 01:15 PM Post #5 |
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Woah. For a moment there he thought he saw a demon materializing itself behind her. He rubbed his eyes end looked back, and there was nothing. Uh... Maybe he's worrying too much it even made him hallucinate. "Mm... well, I suppose, it's not exactly a normal circumstances..." He muttered, getting to his feet and rubbing his head, holding the file close and secure to himself. It was more like an automatic reaction than actually suspecting her to take the file away from him. He didn't expect anyone to be interested in anything so mundane as a file in a high scholar's hand, which might as well look more like a class project being bundled together than a file securing everything anyone needed to know about making a powerful silent pandemic. But he's still cautious, nonetheless. Not that he suspected her or anything, but, yeah. You just can't help but want to keep a firm grip on something so important. He glanced behind him once, before glancing back at her, and back to the door, and back at her again. "Uhm... no, I-I mean... yes, yes. I'm going in..." He said slowly. He came this far already, so why should he back down now? The finishing line is so close, one simple easy step could secure his victory. Jameson's understanding enough, and Oliver's not the type to spout out secrets, let alone Chetri. Okay, so maybe he should do it. He raised his hand, once again placing it on the handle. One second, two seconds, one minute- ...Oh, but how can he be so sure it'd go as he hoped it'd go...? He can't do it, he thought as his hand once again dropped from the knob, falling to his side as his head landed on the door with a dejected expres- DING DINGADINGADONG~ He withdrew his head out of shock as some stupid and ridiculous sounding doorbell echoed from the inside. He glanced around urgently, and found the culprit. A doorbell switch right over where his head had been. Why did he have to put a doorbell switch right there anyway?! Panicking, he hopped down the stairs leading up to the office, rushed down the sidewalk taking hold of the blue-haired girl's arm along the way, easily dragging her with him aided by his meta-virus-aided strength. He's not sure what made him do it or whether it's something that he's allowed to do in the first place or not, but one thing's for sure, he's getting as far away from this place as possible. He kept on running across the blocks, around he corners, past the alleys, on and on until he finally stopped after what seemed like miles away from the office, where he doubled over, panting hard with the file flat on the ground under him. In the end, he chose to delay what he had intended to do since the first time he applied for a job at the Willicott Detective Agency. Again. Edited by Fin, Feb 19 2011, 04:17 PM.
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| Sujin | Feb 20 2011, 11:49 AM Post #6 |
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Robyn's ears perked up at the sound of the doorbell, and it seemed to genuinely freak out this kid. However, his reaction of pulling her up off the bench and dragging her down the sidewalk was not something she expected. She tried to pry his hand off of her arm but found that he was a lot stronger than he looked. While she normally probably would have thrown a knee into his stomach to stop him from walking if she couldn't free her appendage, she had a feeling he had intentions other than abducting her for evil reasons. Once he stopped running she rubbed the part of her arm he'd wrenched around for the last few blocks (or was it miles?) while he caught his breath. Running didn't faze her much since she kept up with her cardio quite regularly, so within a few deep breaths she was back to normal while Seth had a mini heart attack. Slightly warmed from the run, she unwrapped the scarf from her neck and brushed some hair away from her face. A gust of wind came by and nearly blew his file away, but she swiftly stomped a foot on top of it to keep it from escaping. She paused for a moment, then stooped and picked up the file, taking care to keep it closed. "Care to tell me why you dragged me away from my relaxing afternoon break to run a brief 5K?" Her tone was not amused, and yet not as angry as she could have been. She flipped the file around in her hand, glancing over it without opening before she handed it back to him. "I'm guessing this is the source of your discontent. Must be important. Now what the hell are we doing over here?" |
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| Fin | Feb 20 2011, 03:18 PM Post #7 |
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It was a few more deep breaths before he could even straighten his back again. He hadn't ran that fast in, how long... since forever? Come to think of it, he'd been neglecting his training for quite a while. Since he came to this city, to be exact. Not a wonder he's so physically unfit right now. He needed to get back on track, he thought, as he tightened the grasp of the file in his slacking hand- ... wuh? Where-where is... His eyes darted around urgently, completely-panic stricken by the loss of the very thing that could spell either End or Continue for his life. Until it fell on Robyn. Who was holding the file. Out of pure reflex he darted forward, his hand shot towards the file grabbing it like a hungry leopard snatching a bird from the air. He brought it close to himself, keeping it tightly held like a newborn baby, his face full of fear. It's not an exaggeration. He WAS deathly terrified. But it wasn't long before he realized how antagonistic he might appear to everyone right now. He was glaring at her with eyes wide and mad-like, his jaws clenched tightly, slightly sweating even with the cold weather, he gave a look that could easily be interpreted as: "Touch this thing again and I'll kill you," He relaxed himself slightly, dropping the expression from before and returned to his usual kid-like face. His grasp on the file didn't slacken however. In fact, it only got even tighter, refusing to let go even when he had to lose a head for this. Well, okay, so maybe not a head, but he's still very protective of that darn thing. He raised his head slightly, glancing at her and opened his mouth in an attempt to explain, "Uh... S-sorry... It's just that... uh... this..." Was all he could manage without slipping anything. He might as well not have spoken. But is there any way he could help it? "Well... uh..." He took a deep breath, relaxing every muscle in his body before he could continue for real. "Uhm... So-sorry about before... It's just... I don't want them to know..." Well, there's a slight truth in that, but does he have to even abduct her? Well, obviously, after ringing the doorbell, Jameson would surely greet whomever was at the door. But looking around he would find no one but Robyn who was sitting on the bench, who would know where he went. Then Jameson would surely ask Robyn, who would then reveal that he had been in front of the office waiting to see Jameson. And to prevent that, he had her come along. Yes. For that reason only. "Uh... could... could you... please... tell anyone about this...?" He said, almost pleading. "Uhm... sorry. I guess I'm a bit overreacting..." |
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| Sujin | Feb 21 2011, 01:16 AM Post #8 |
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After the file was snatched out of her grasp despite the fact that she was trying to return it to him, she was a bit put-off by his actions. The death glare he gave her didn't help matters. With his grabbing her off the bench and dragging her across town she'd been a good sport. She even helped him hold onto his paperwork that would have potentially been gone with the wind. New Robyn was being a helluva team player, but Old Robyn came out with that visual threat as a final straw. Her jaw clenched tightly as she brought up a hand, grabbed a fistful of whatever he was wearing, and pushed him against the nearest wall. She pulled off her sunglasses with her free hand and let her icy blue eyes bore into his with the fire of a thousand suns, her face inches from his own. This bitch meant business. "Look, kid. Whatever that is, is important. I got that. But don't for one second think I'm going to let your scrawny ass threaten me. That is crossing a line." Her words were succinct and her tone flat and serious. Once the girl felt she'd left enough of an impression and got her point across, she backed away and released him from her grip. But she did it all without pulling a gun on him, so good for her! "Uh... S-sorry... It's just that... uh... this...Uhm... So-sorry about before... It's just... I don't want them to know...Uh... could... could you... please... not tell anyone about this...? Uhm... sorry. I guess I'm a bit overreacting..." Robyn, growing annoyed by his antics, rolled her eyes and sat her sunglasses on top of her head. "Oh for God's sake, stop apologizing. Once is enough, so a dozen times is overkill. No, I won't tell anyone. And whatever THIS is," she waved a hand in front of his body, "IS overreacting." The girl crossed her arms in front of her chest and monitored the boy. Although still unsettled, he seemed to have calmed down considerably. And at least he'd gained some common sense and held back the threats. She'd hoped to make positive impressions on her counterparts, but there was sure to be some collateral damage along the way. It looked like Seth had volunteered. "I guess I can't say I had an uneventful afternoon at this point..." she said more to herself out loud. "Are we standing here, going somewhere, or heading back? And if you don't make a decision, I will." She shifted her weight to one side while she looked at him, her expression still lacking amusement. |
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| Fin | Feb 21 2011, 07:30 AM Post #9 |
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It wasn't as though he hadn't been through it before, but he's not exactly used to being manhandled like that, and it left him quite shaken. Well, he couldn't really say anything against it, though. No one likes to be stared at with such level of hostility. Frankly it's surprising that Seth himself could give out that aura, considering how much of a half-brainless peace-ifist that he is. Usually when that face ever sports such expression it's usually of V's doing. But yeah, this time it's the original Seth. Maybe V's rubbing off on him too. There's really not much else for him to say other than another small "Sorry," before falling silent immediately. If there's one good thing that came out from her, uh... assault, it knocked him out from his nightmarish reverie of some sort. He had pretty much let loose completely. His grip slackened, his face relaxed (albeit with a slightly depressed expression), and the gears in his brain are working a whole lot damn better. Now he could at least THINK before he pisses someone off to the point where that certain someone might blast his head with some sort of an energy hand cannon. Well, he really didn't have much else to say anyway, and he's really not in the mood to be chatting about anything at the moment. Without saying anything he shuffled over to the nearest place he could sit on, in this case, the nearest bench which was just a few meters right next to him, and slumped his butt on the cold frozen wooden plank with a loud sigh. Even from his action alone it was pretty obvious that he had no intention of going anywhere, let alone going back. Resting his hands on the file on his lap, he eyed the thing with a look that suggested that he might have x-ray vision or something. His sights may be on the file, but his mind had drifted quite far away to the realm of pondering. Why did he run away like that, when he knows that doing so is just going to make it harder for him? True, he's not the kind of person to be going around asking people for help. Because he's just that kind of guy. But really, he can't do this himself. Just how long has it been since he came to this city? Half-a-year? That's how much time he had His time's running out fast. He can't do this alone. But he can't bring himself to have the others involved as well. ... What hypocrisy. Why didn't he just say that he can't trust them? "Our friends are out there.. Believe in them!" ...Right... "You have something you want done, and you can't do it yourself. But you can't take help from the others... because something's holding you back. What would you do?" He blurted out suddenly without any change of facial expression whatsoever. Now that was sudden. |
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| Sujin | Feb 21 2011, 03:16 PM Post #10 |
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"You have something you want done, and you can't do it yourself. But you can't take help from the others... because something's holding you back. What would you do?" Robyn looked curiously at the boy slumped on the sidewalk bench. It was a strange question, especially to have come out of no where, and she pondered her response carefully. It sounded like a scenario she had been a part of many times before having worked primarily solo throughout her career, but normally "not doing it herself" was not an option. She had since calmed down about his showing of anger and draped the scarf back over her neck, the two ends nearly reaching her knees. Hands in her coat pockets, she had a feeling they weren't going anywhere any time soon, so she sat a few feet away from him on the bench. She never thought of herself as one to impart worldly wisdom on others, but she gave his question a shot. "I'd say you need to figure out how important the thing you need to do is. If it's worth it, you'll overcome that hurdle so you can get the help you need. You seem like a...likeable guy," she was obviously not familiar with using this phrase. "so whatever the problem is, I bet you'll have back-up. Sometimes it's better to get things out on the table than to hold them in. You know, one of those 'before it's too late' kinda things." Robyn glanced over at him out of the corner of her eye and the paperwork he held. She wondered what his deal was. She didn't know what special abilities he held (aside from brief sprints and a rigor mortis grip), where he came from, or who he really was. "So if you need a non-subjective opinion on something, fire away. Or you can try my shrinking reservoir of advice again. Otherwise I suggest you get off your ass, go back to the Agency, and do what you needed to do." |
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| Fin | Feb 22 2011, 04:50 AM Post #11 |
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It's not like he hadn't actually considered the importance of getting whatever it was that he wanted done done. Heck, there was no need for him to consider anything. Pick, between extended life or leave it as it is, fully knowing that you'll die an unexpected and painful death in the next few months or years to come. The choice was so obvious. But even if he decided to deal with the problem, he'd be putting himself in a state where if he fails to get what he wanted, he would be left with the same end as when he never bothered to ask for help. Well, maybe with a bit extra misfortune. But he can't spend too long being so indecisive. Just like she said, if he keeps on being like this, it might as well be too late. And he can't exactly do this himself. Almost half a year and still nothing. It's almost as though he's just sitting there like an anemone, waiting all day long for food to be spooned directly to his stomach. He had taken the initiatives by joining the WDA, but the way thing's are going right now, he might as well went on with his life as usual. Sit there and pretending nothing's happening until something comes up- Weak. You're real weak. A voice came from inside his head. H-huh? And I thought humans were much stronger than this, especially you. He spoke in a tone full of disappointment. V-V? Where's the usual annoying optimistic side I usually had to deal with everyday? Wait... what are you-? Ah-hum. I'm fused with your brain. I know everything you know. You're hesitating because you think everyone would shun you aside because of, ...well. Me. He froze on the spot, his eyes staring ahead, completely lifeless with shock. That was, that was... Completely true. He hated having something like that inside him. He hated the knowledge that one slight mistake could easily bring the deaths of everyone around him. He hated the realization that he won't live much longer than five years. He hated the fact that he's... contaminated. As far as he knows no one likes the fact that their friends are the carrier to a deadly disease. They'd do all they can to stay away from the infected, quarantine them, isolate them. And the case would be worse for him. He wanted the meta-virus to disappear so that he could regain his normal life everyday pre-infected life. But at the same time, he didn't want him to disappear. He wanted him to stay. Because all this time he'd been with him, he realized that V was not simply a 'something'. V was much closer to a 'someone'. He had personality, he had likes, he had tastes, he had rationality, he had everything that could classify him as a human being. Minus the human body, of course. As much as he hated the fact that V is a killer parasite that will kill him in a few months or years, he liked him for a fact that he's someone who's always besides him, someone who'd talk to him without discrimination, someone who'd beat him up when annoyed. He wanted a way where both of them could benefit, where both of them could get what they wanted, where neither had to sacrifice themselves for the others. But he's not sure, if turning to the others would even take them one step closer to whatever they wanted. It might work, but at the same time he's worried it might even form a crevice between them, maybe even an abyss. One wrong move, just, one predicted reaction he gets from them was enough to know it would never work. Take a gamble then. What...? Take a gamble. Like you always do. But... but if they don't- I can take care of myself, stupid. Who do you think I am? I'm the world's most powerful virus. If it still doesn't work out, we can make things work out ourselves. Who needs them anyway? That certainly shook his heart. V just referred himself as 'who', instead of 'what'. He gulped slightly, weighing the pros and the cons of it. There has to be some way... some way where he could tell what the others would react that wouldn't impact him in the least. There has to be someone... And his eyes fell on Robyn Firraro. They know each other enough to be considered an acquaintances, but they hadn't known each others well enough for her to be an important part of his life. Well... the same can easily be said with Fuu and Jen and a whole lot more of them out there whom he's acquainted with but never got to know them enough. ... Trembling slightly, he took the file in his hand, lifting it up and handed it sideways for her. His face was slightly morbid, but he had made up his mind. If he wants help, he needs to start now. "Can... can I... trust you...?" Should she accept, she would find that he puts up no resistance to the paperwork being taken away. Maybe he should have said, "Can I use you?" Edited by Fin, Feb 22 2011, 06:03 AM.
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| Sujin | Feb 22 2011, 09:06 AM Post #12 |
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The girl sat there and waited while it looked like he was waging mental war on himself in thought. She didn't expect him to make any kind of decision right after she gave him his options, and while she wasn't sure what the problem he was dealing with was, it was obvious he had been deliberating over it for some time. Hasty decisions weren't best for those sorts of issues, but she could tell he already knew what he had to do. It was getting there that was the problem. But maybe he would get there sooner than she originally thought. "Can... can I... trust you...?" the boy inquired shakily as he looked over at her. There was even more surprise as the file he had threatened her for touching was now handed to her, a gesture she did not see happening anywhere in the future. Maybe he was taking her up on the fact that she had practically no relationship with him and would be less likely to pass any judgment. Or maybe it was something he was afraid of being blackmailed for, and she had no reason to hold a grudge on him so this made her a candidate for passing on the knowledge. She hesitated, looking between him and the paperwork. This was undoubtedly a difficult task for him to do, so she would be sure to not take it lightly. At the same time, she'd take it for its face value. Hopefully he wasn't delivering some sort of terrible news relating to her. Judging by the fact that he asked if he could trust her told her the latter was not likely. She'd just have to try and hold back any laughter if he was trying to tell her he's killed a man before. Right, and who hasn't? ...Oh wait. Most people haven't. Whatever. The girl turned to look at him, her sunglasses still on top of her head as she locked eyes with him. Trust was one of those things she took very seriously as she had been jaded about it some time ago. If there was one virtue she wished she could bestow upon people it was the ability to be trustworthy. But this was not an option, and until then, she would have to throw caution to the wind. "I can tell you that you can, but only you can decide if you will. Right now it's likely you don't have reason to decide one way or another." She paused for a moment and took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as a cloud of white condensation formed itself in the air. "I've been working alone for a long time, and I have my own trust issues. But I'm trying something new, making my own life-altering decisions and trying to redirect where I was headed...and I can tell you as of right now, I have no desire to betray anyone who works at that agency." She took hold of the file, but didn't pull it away from his hand. "You need to make the choice, not me. Do you want me to look at this?" He needed to be in control of the situation if he was going to deal with his problem properly. And she wasn't going to make it so easy as to take care of the band-aid for him. He would have to rip it off himself, figuratively speaking. |
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| Fin | Feb 22 2011, 11:39 AM Post #13 |
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So it all boils down to his own decision. He can ask all he wants, she can answer all she wants, but whether he can really trust her with whatever is in this file he's handing to her right now, all depends on him. She gave him a chance, a chance to take back his word. She's also willing to take in whatever it was that he had up his sleeve, assuring him that he can trust her. He was ready for rejection, but he was given the route of acceptance alongside it. Now he had both. There's no reason for him to think that there's only one road to take. ...isn't this what he wanted? Someone to trust? Someone who can put up with him, someone whom he can confide in everything without having to hide anything? All this time he'd been holding back was because he had no trust in anyone regarding this matter. And right now, a blue-haired girl came up and claimed that she can be trusted. With an iron fist, if she insists. In the end it all comes down to his own decision. Whether he can trust his one chance of getting farther than he had originally gotten, or, do he put it off until a later date, until a better opportunity arrives. ... He clenched the file tight in his hand, slowly taking it away from her. That was his decision. Don't get him wrong. It's not like he doubted the honesty in her words. He can tell, she was serious about the trust thing. He had this feeling that if he had given her the chance to read the file, he can trust in her not to shun him away. He can... he can... He can trust her. 'Nuff said. It's a baseless, zero-evidence assumption, but when have he ever made a decision based on evidence and tests and results? A few times... He replaced the file on his lap, holding it down with his hand, making sure it doesn't get blown off by the cold disappearing winter wind. The feeling of uneasiness washed away, the serene expression returned to his face, his whole body relaxed and, uh... not tense. How can making a choice that spells potential hazard to his life be so relieving? Realize this. He knows what this means. It means that he needs to find some other chance for him to get whatever it was that he wanted. He had put aside the golden chance that he might be able to solve whatever problem he had in his brain. But he needn't have worried. "Sorry, Robyn," He said, finally putting up his usual optimistic smile. It's a bit smaller than usual, but it's definitely a genuine smile. "I guess... maybe some other time, when I have things sorted a bit..." He had found someone he could truly trust in this matter. Anytime he needs her, he can just go up to her and hand it over. Yes, a baseless, groundless assumption. I'm repeating myself, but what the heck. He makes baseless, groundless assumptions all the time. At the very least, now he knows whom he could turn to when he needs it. His eyes trailed down to the file, still distant, but with heat slowly returning to it. He opened his mouth and muttered in a small voice, "Thank you, Robyn," Somewhere in his head, the meta-virus gave a satisfied huff. Edited by Fin, Feb 22 2011, 11:44 AM.
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| Sujin | Feb 22 2011, 01:26 PM Post #14 |
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Dangerously Cheesy.
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Robyn let the boy slide the file out from her hand easily and return it to his full possession. It was clear he still had some other issues to work out before he would be able to pass on that file to someone he truly wanted to be involved with its contents. Trust was not something to take lightly or for granted, and if he didn't think she was the right person or now was the right time, she let him make that choice. There was a small light of resolve in his eyes and he did appear less rigid, signs that he was moving in the right direction even if he couldn't make the leap today. The girl returned her arm to her side and leaned against the back of the bench on which they sat. Her expression was neither condescending nor upset about his behavior as she was the one who allowed him to have a second chance to make sure he was doing the right thing. "Don't worry about it, kid. You'll figure things out. Just don't wait too long, that's my only advice." She stood and stretched her arms overhead, then dropped them and rubbed her hands together to generate some good old-fashioned friction warmth. Robyn looked over at the building to their right and noticed it was a small cafe, its warm light pouring out onto the wintry sidewalk of downtown Hyakuji. The girl suddenly had a strong hankering for something warm to drink. And it was a little too early in the day for the false warmth of hard liquor. "How about we ditch the cold weather for a bit and grab a drink. I'll buy, and I won't take no for an answer." She was half joking, half serious as she gave him a look that seemed to say "I REALLY suggest you follow me." She crossed the threshold into the coffee shop, pointed to an open table, and went to the front to order. The warmth of the little shop soaked into her clothing, and while she wouldn't admit it aloud, there was something strangely calming about coffee shops. She didn't often go to them, but even when she was flying solo in Europe the monthly trip to the local cafe was always a welcome experience, even to a hardened gun-for-hire. Robyn came back and placed the two drinks on the table so she could unbutton her coat and sit down. She had gotten herself a caffe mocha and at first sip, she realized it was just what she needed. "I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I got you a hot chocolate. Coffee's hit or miss on whether people like it, but that's pretty universal. Plus you're what, like 12, right? Perfect drink for your age." She cracked him a small grin, taking a sip from her own warm beverage as she attempted to get his mind off of the file. It obviously created a great deal of anxiety for him. The girl leaned back and crossed one leg over the other, looking at him curiously. She spoke up in a mock-psychologist voice. "Let's delve into the depths of the persona that is Seth...Doesn'thaveasurname. Who are you, what brought you here, all that inane chit-chat stuff," she said with another sip. She was uncharacteristically nice today, but she WAS working on a new image. Edited by Sujin, Feb 22 2011, 01:57 PM.
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| Fin | Feb 23 2011, 11:49 AM Post #15 |
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"I'm turning seventeen this year!" He said with a little trace of incredulity on his face as he took a big gulp of the hot chocolate. Yes, a BIG gulp. Of HOT chocolate. Which then elicited a small yelp from him as it burned through his throat like acid. As he frantically fanned his gaping mouth and lolling tongue, he wondered, does he really look that young? And it's not exactly the first time he's been treated like a kid too. Even his previous job title mocked him at being childish. Glad he got promoted. Sort of. As the scalding sensation subsided his fanning slowed down and he looked much less like a panting dog and more like someone who had swallowed a mouthful of scalding hot drink. Now here's something to think about while his throat cools down. Have he ever shared anything about his past life with anyone here, like, ever? As far as I could remember he'd been keeping quiet about everything prior to his arrival here in Hyakuji. Not even once had he ever talked about his simple life back home, his family, what happened that-... right. Well, won't hurt trying to get to know each other, right? "Not sure if there's anything to say about me, though..." He said, scratching his cheek. "Lived a normal life all these times, getting into a fight with my sister, getting grounded every now and then, failing tests at school... Aahahaha! Sound's pretty normal, doesn't it?" He gave a small laugh before continuing, "Well, at least, until two years ago. Things took a pretty big turn, but it got, uh... okay, after that," He said, picking the cup and, after learning his lesson, took a small sip instead of a big gulp. "Kinda the reason why I came here in the first place," He put the cup down, taking a small glance at the file. Come to think of it, that piece of paperwork was the very thing that turned his life from mundanely normal to ridiculously effing abnormal. He's not complaining though. The choice to come here was worth it. However there was one thing that truly intrigued him. This girl here, right in front of him. He had thought of her to be some normal girl, hard-boiled, tough, doesn't let anything go past her but those she lets through, but fairly normal nonetheless. However there was this one thing that completely took his trains of thoughts to another direction. He placed the half-empty cup of the now-not-so-scalding-hot chocolate on the table before peering at her with slight apprehension. "Uhm... what you said earlier... have you been betrayed a lot before...? Uh... AH!" He clapped his hands together in front of him as though praying. "I'm sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to pry!" |
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