hatesthefood: (Death's shadow)
Ken Hidaka ([personal profile] hatesthefood) wrote2010-01-30 09:09 pm

1st bloom/open action/video/audio

There's a pop, then a splash as a masked brunette fell on his hands and knees in the fountain. A muffled curse could be heard from behind the half-mask before he looked up, reaching up to carefully brush dripping hair from his face before he looked back to make sure he still had his gloves in their best shape.

"... good job. I think I took a wrong turn somewhere."

[ooc: Here's Ken back in the City. His memories are very much subdued and can and will be pulled back to the surface if jogged in the right way.]

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I guess I'm kinda predictable when it comes to that kind of stuff.

[he smiled a little sheepishly, chuckling as he looked around again]

... it looks like I was pretty settled in here. How... was I when I was here

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Sane.

[But honesty compels him to add.]

You were right on the edge, sometimes.

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[The smiles softens a little as Ken leans back against the back of the couch.]

Why do I think you were the one that kept me from going over when I was here?

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
I wasn't.

[He needs to leave. Glances at Ken once more.] Fuu and Louise next door will help you if you need anything. Louise will remember you. Or Uta.

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
I'll be sure to remember that. Thanks.

[He watches him as he moves to go, the smile fading a little.]

Thanks. For coming to pick me up.

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
It's nothing. [Quietly, then he gives him his apartment number.]

If you need anything. And in the square -- you're the sole operator of Koneko, now. I kept her in shape for you.

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
It's here? Really?

[He almost seems eager after hearing about it. A little slice of home.]

Not too different from home, then.

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
We had a while to settle in.

[He extends a hand to Bandit, and she comes and sniffs, but then trots back over to Ken. Abruptly, he pulls back.]

Good luck.

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Without thinking, he reaches down to stroke her ears, watching him.]

Thanks. I really need to find a way out, though. I have things to do back there.

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Time freezes while you're here," Mamoru murmured, looking askance at him. "Aya won't even notice when you get back. It goes differently here, too... You left less than a week ago, and you come back a year older."

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Eh, he's not so bad now," he chuckled, looking a little smug even though the smile faded a little when he heard the difference in time for him.

"... this place is weird."

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is," Mamoru murmured. "The curses, too. Did Fuu tell you about them?"

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Curses? Don't think she did."

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mamoru sighs, taking Ken's communicator from him and typing adeptly on the keyboard. A few minutes later, he's pulled up a guide.]

Here. Homework.

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Gee, thanks. Just what I always wanted," Ken muttered as he took the device, scanning over it.

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
I know.

[Have an unrepentant Mamoru. Then, uncertainly]

I'll come by in the morning to show you the shop. I work for the police force here.

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't bother to hide the almost playful roll of his eyes, but the suggestion made him smile as he leaned back to lounge on the couch.

"You don't own it?"

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Ken grinned and let his eyes close.

"Not a shock, there. Need any help with it?"

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"The police force always needs help. You'll learn that once you've been here a week."

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd be willing to help, if you like. It's not like I don't have experience."

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Mamoru watched him for a moment.

"I run tech. Talk to Harry Dresden, he's got investigations."

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I might just do that. Still wanna see the Koneko, too."

He looked back at him, cocking an eyebrow.

[identity profile] whatsapersia.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I have to go," Mamoru said finally, taking another step toward the door. He was off balance, and it was showing.

"I'll forward you some logs of your past activity here. Maybe it will jog something."

[identity profile] bladed-siberian.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure thing. Thanks again, Mamoru. Or do I need to call you Takatori-san?"

There was no sarcasm in his voice. Just a simple question.