http://400yearsold.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] 400yearsold.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2009-02-24 05:34 pm

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WHO: Adam Monroe ([livejournal.com profile] 400yearsold), Saitou Hajime ([livejournal.com profile] moarcigsplz), Riku Tachibana ([livejournal.com profile] heavenlyorigin), Ken Ichijouji ([livejournal.com profile] digikaiser), Milo Thatch ([livejournal.com profile] cartoholic), and Kyosuke Kiryu ([livejournal.com profile] satisfiedsigner).
WHERE: Ryoko's Restaurant aka that Japanese place Adam works at.
WHEN: Sometime in February.
WARNINGS: Nothing and probably nothing. Will update if something happens.
SUMMARY: Everybody who spoke Japanese ever is gonna go hang at Ryoko's and...well, speak Japanese and stuff.
FORMAT: Paragraph.

Adam really didn't like work. No. Change that. He really didn't like work when there wasn't anything to do. As of this morning, he had mostly been sitting around, playing with a spare rubber band he had found. They had a grand total of two customers today. Two. While boredom wasn't anything new to the immortal, that didn't mean that he liked it. Boredom sucked.

So, when the door opened, Adam perked up. Finally! Something to do! He grabbed a menu and turned to the person who entered, big smile on his face. "Welcome to Ryoko's Restaurant! How many are in your party?" He had this stuff memorized backwards and forwards. The fake smile, the chipper attitude, the 'let me help you!' look on his face. Being a waiter was pathetically easy. Still, it paid. Anything to kill boredom.
wolfofmibu: (sizing you up)

XD I agree with Adam here that work sucks

[personal profile] wolfofmibu 2009-02-24 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Saitou was satisfied enough that the place was easy to find, after finally figuring out his communicator with the assistance of Kyosuke. The open entrance was interesting, but not nearly as much as ... seeing a Western man working there. What the devil was he doing here? And he was far too cheery for the wolf's liking.

Obviously it had been some sort of greeting, and Saitou glanced at the man warily, replying deadpanned in Japanese. "You have soba, yes?" Gods, Saitou needed a fix, if he had to deal with such cheerfulness right off the bat. He felt like he was at the Akabeko or some like, almost. Though this restaurant didn't seem to serve only beef pots. That was a slight relief.

... Why did this man's voice sound familiar? The wolf shrugged it off, though. He couldn't have met him before, it was highly unlikely.
satisfiedsigner: (Normal: default)

Am I doing this right? I've only done a log between two people so far.

[personal profile] satisfiedsigner 2009-02-25 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Since he didn't really have anything better to do, and he was hungry, Kiryu decided to simply go follow Saitou to the restaurant. The other man seemed comfortable enough with him around to allow it.

But he certainly hadn't expected to be greeted by a Westerner or in English, especially since the restaurant had an entry in Japanese. Still, the place looked nice enough. And if they had to, they could use the communicators to translate.

"Sorry, both of us only speak Japanese," Kiryu said, trying that option first. Someone here had to be fluent for them to be able to advertise in the language.
wolfofmibu: (hmph.)

[personal profile] wolfofmibu 2009-02-25 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Richard. Right. Somehow Saitou didn't find this true. Ah well. He'd rather not threaten a waiter, but he did narrow his eyes a bit at the man once he mentioned the name. "Richard" could be taking a precaution of sorts, just being uneasy in the City; Saitou could understand that. What with mysterious messages and riddles appearing left and right. The Mibu wolf would really like to simply find this person and kill them.

Silently he followed the man alongside Kyosuke, glancing at him once. I don't know about him, his eyes said. He wouldn't say it aloud, though. But there was something about their waiter that was just off. He'd have to analyze further as the day went on. It shouldn't take too long.

He was thankful at least that he did speak Japanese. Fluently, it appeared. Interesting development. Had he spent time there sometime in the past? Saitou was a bit intrigued. Then again there was also the question of when this guy was from... which could prove whether or not he actually was familiar in some form.
satisfiedsigner: (Normal: default)

[personal profile] satisfiedsigner 2009-02-25 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Shrug. "They probably like the food. It'd be worse if the people running the place didn't know the language."

Kyosuke noticed the glance and nodded back once. Something about this man...it was familiar. And he couldn't decide whether it was familiar in a good or bad way. "Richard" certainly wasn't his name, anyway; he looked nothing like a "Richard."

Although he had to admit he was relieved the man spoke Japanese, and fluently at that. That would make things much easier. Too many people here didn't, and it was unnerving.

Work sucks as well

[identity profile] digikaiser.livejournal.com 2009-02-25 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Ken Ichijouji parked his bicycle on the curb outside of the restaurant wind blowing through his blue hair. For someone as young as him a considerable dark cloud hung over his head. He had been in the city for months away from his friends and family. Furthermore he never could quite shake the guilt he felt for the actions he carried out after Mewtwo unlocked his Kaiser persona.

The lad tilted his head looking over his shoulder to peak at the Digimon hidden in his backpack. "I'll be sure to get you an extra snack." Ken said with a smile before walking in the restaurant's front door.

He smiled politely at the greeter. "I'm here to pick a carry-out order for Eve. Also I would like to add an extra order of An-Dango and a cup of Oshiruko soup."

scre i'll just post a new comment IS THAT OKAY /tracks log

[identity profile] heavenlyorigin.livejournal.com 2009-02-25 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
A Japanese restaurant was a welcome sight for young Riku, especially after eating at places where he had to point to the item he was ordering to get it. His pronunciation was bad enough he'd asked for things in English a couple times and gotten something completely different, even after a good five minutes of back and forth with the cashier.

So he wandered in entirely of his own accord (since he didn't know any of the other parties who had just entered anyway, and likely hadn't noticed them considering how oblivious he tended to be), ready for some food he knew and loved. Ryuuji would tell him to get vegetables, but... maybe he wanted gyuudon, considering the nostalgic mood he was in.

"Ah, hello?" Riku tried to catch the attention of a waiter. It hadn't really crossed his mind they might not speak Japanese in a Japanese restaurant, so of course that was what he spoke.
wolfofmibu: (srsly?)

XD I think it's okay?

[personal profile] wolfofmibu 2009-02-25 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm, more Japanese, the Mibu wolf thought, his oddly-sensitive ears picking up both of the boys' statements. With all of the bustle of a busy restaurant, Saitou was starting to really wonder just why he could pick up so many miniscule sounds. There had been that time, earlier, with the Shadow, too. He had even picked up that man's change in posture, which could barely even count as a sound at all. Saitou wasn't sure he liked this.

He wasn't sure on whether he wanted to mull on it anymore, either. He wasn't too keen on "abilities." Saitou prided himself on his power of observation, but that was really in definition his wolfish instinct and analysis of situations and the true intentions of characters. Is that what he'd acquired here? Super-hearing? ... The gods forbid Saitou run into a loud annoying brat. They would surely lose a limb-- no... he couldn't go around tearing off children's arms... ... he wouldn't care if he sent them away crying, however. Just as long as that crying went further and further away from Saitou's location.

Glancing back to the two boys, he raised an eyebrow at one's haircolor - blue. Odd, thought the former Shinsengumi. First Kyosuke here with... kind of a light blue, of sorts, and then this boy had a darker shade. Just what kind of genetics were going on these days? ... Though the Battousai had had red hair, which was an anomaly in Japan. Saitou had never found out why that was.

[identity profile] digikaiser.livejournal.com 2009-02-25 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Ken tapped his foot for a moment checking his watch as he waited for the carry-out order. He could feel Mibu's eyes on him but he chose not to say a word.

Ken smiled politely to Adam. "Arigato" he said in his native tongue before before reaching into his sweater pocket handing the man a $20 bill. "Eve says you can keep the change."

He then set the bag down on the counter sorting through the various containers of food before finding the cup of soup taking a sip of it to warm up. He then turned his head to Riku. "Hello there." he said in perfect Japanese. "Are you new in town?"

[identity profile] heavenlyorigin.livejournal.com 2009-02-25 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry!" he apologized, looking sheepish as he realized how busy the restaurant was suddenly getting. Richard was a strange name for someone who spoke such good Japanese, but Riku wasn't really one to judge. "Take your time. I can wait."

He took a moment to process that he was being spoken to, but not the language. It was so good to just hear plain old Japanese being spoken like the language he'd known and been used to hearing all his life, again, like being home. A little.

"Yes, I'm new," he nodded. "Ah, it's so weird to hear all this Japanese again. Familiar, but weird... does that make any sense?" he sighed a little at his own rambling.
satisfiedsigner: (Normal: default)

[personal profile] satisfiedsigner 2009-02-25 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Kiryu watched the two younger boys for a moment before gesturing for Saitou to follow him to an empty table.

So there were actually quite a few people who spoke Japanese. He wondered why he hadn't heard it more often over the comm, then. Although, if most of them were fairly young, he could understand it; being that young and in a place where few people spoke a familiar language had to be scary. If that had been Jack and Crow, he would have dragged them both over to their table with him.

And that one kid was new too. Kiryu sighed, briefly toucheing his birthmark in a nervous gesture. His big brother instincts were yelling at him to go help that kid, even though he was new here himself.
wolfofmibu: (whaaat)

Yeah no customers for a time and then 4 all at the same time? I know that feeling XD

[personal profile] wolfofmibu 2009-02-25 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
Saitou paused and stopped observing the two, getting Kyosuke's gist and following him over, setting his katana beside his chair and idly glancing down at the menu. They certainly had a detailed one. And he was still picking up the random Japanese conversations around the restaurant, and for some reason was getting an especially tuned-in one of some of the cooks in the back. The wolf paused to put his elbow on the table and cover one ear, a very subtle grimace on his face. If this happened frequently in public, he'd have to figure out how to control it.

--Ah, soba, there it was. Though the Mibu wolf wasn't sure if he wanted to look at the chilled variety for today; hot soba with tsuyu was his favorite, after all. The former Shinsengumi idly figured he'd go with that for now. Perhaps finally getting a taste of home again after so long would lift his spirits.

Slowly, a bit cautiously, Saitou removed his hand from covering his ear, and immediately began picking up conversations again. Damn, he thought irritated. This really was becoming an issue. What had that Iron Man done? Now he could probably be tortured with sound devices-- he'd just have to make do, that's all. A hitokiri would always be a hitokiri. Or so I had thought, Saitou mulled, drifting a bit while just staring at the kanji on his menu. The Battousai laying down his katana for a sakabatou had never sat well with Saitou, especially upon hearing that man's Answer for how to atone his sins.

Forget about him, Saitou chided himself. He's dead, and as much as you would like to kill him, you can't right now.

He supposed he could at least imagine the action and make do with that, for now. Yes, that would work.

[ooc: failed and hit the wrong reply button *smacks forehead*]
Edited 2009-02-25 10:23 (UTC)

[identity profile] digikaiser.livejournal.com 2009-02-26 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Ken continued to sip his war plastic cup of soup his eyes closing for a moment a shudder ran down his spine. He wasn't trying to use his powers so he wasn't exactly sure what Saitou was thinking, but something about the man made him uneasy.

He then placed his cup down continuing his friendly conversation with Riku before realizing that he had recognized the boy's voice from the coms.

"It's common for people who are far from home to band together." he said to his peer. "And everything is a little weird at first." He politely extended an arm for a handshake. "My name's is..." he hesitated for a split second, still uncomfortable with using an alias particularly his brother's name. "Osamu" he said.

"That's with an 'O'" he said to Riku, hoping the boy would catch onto the clue to his codename.
wolfofmibu: (hello thar creepy merchant guy)

Behold Saitou's CREEPY FAKE SMILES

[personal profile] wolfofmibu 2009-02-26 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Saitou somehow doubted his sentiments were true. No matter, he didn't care either way. But he was a bit irked that the Western waiter had noticed his predicament with his hearing. Oh well, if this man wanted to play a part, he could do the same, Saitou looking up to the man in a smile, of all things. "Kake soba would be fine, thank you." He said nothing on his hearing, however. Let the man take that as he wished, but mostly Saitou just wanted to relay That's not any of your concern.

The Mibu wolf watched the pathway from the kitchen for a bit and became a bit disconcerted that someone would walk too closely to his katana and trip over it-- not that he cared for them, but he knew in this day and age it was an old sword, probably very old, and most likely needed a new handle, among other things. Silently he moved it back to the holding spot on his belt, snapping it securely with a soft "click." He only hoped no one offered him sake, today. Otherwise this place might be filled with blood.
satisfiedsigner: (Normal: Determined)

[personal profile] satisfiedsigner 2009-02-26 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Tanaki soba and anago sushi, thanks," Kiryu said, handing his menu back to the waiter. His tone was fairly absent, though; he was paying far more attention to Saitou.

He wondered if Saitou knew how obvious he was being about whatever was bothering him. He seemed to, since he'd completely ignored Richard's question, but he also didn't seem like the type of person who kept being obvious after he knew he was. He wasn't the type to want help, and that would be begging for it.

Kiryu waited until Richard had gone to help the two kids and make up their orders. Then he leaned forward, hoping the expression on his face had come out as concern and not something else.

"You're not hiding it well. What's wrong?"
wolfofmibu: (poised for the kill)

[personal profile] wolfofmibu 2009-02-26 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
... Well if he wasn't hiding it well then that was already a problem itself. He didn't like the idea of powers in the first place. What, was he going to fly now, too? Now more than ever Saitou just wanted to return home, where none of this had ever happened.

The Mibu wolf wasn't sure on what to tell the younger man. That he could hear everything? That being in this close proximity with so many people he could pick up their chopsticks snapping, their busy kitchen activity, their whispers? And with every passing second he was drastically losing his patience with everything? More than ever Saitou just wanted something to vent it all, a spar, anything. Perhaps he'd just go out and find this "rhymes with orange" fellow and take care of the matter. It would at least keep all of these stormy thoughts at bay.

... After a moment he stared at Kyosuke blankly, voice lower than usual.

"From this proximity I can hear your heartbeat."
satisfiedsigner: (Normal: default)

[personal profile] satisfiedsigner 2009-02-26 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
Kiryu's eyes widened in shock before he looked away and scowled down at nothing. As if checking his own pulse hadn't been confirmation enough. He was tempted to grab his birthmark and pray again that he would get turned back to normal, but he didn't. It was weak enough to even be thinking of doing it.

"Sorry," he muttered after a moment, figuring that had probably been an odd reaction. "It's not you."

So Saitou's hearing was somehow much sharper than the average human's. And from the way he was acting, Kiryu guessed that it hadn't always been like that. Maybe this had something to do with the new powers they supposedly got when they came here?

"You can probably hear across the rom too, huh?" Kiryu said, looking back up at him. "Have you tried keeping it from being so bad?"
wolfofmibu: (sigh)

[personal profile] wolfofmibu 2009-02-26 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
That was a strange way to respond to his statement, Saitou raising an eyebrow at Kyosuke as he scowled - was he also showing resentment for his own powers? Or was he simply angry that his heart was still beating. The Mibu wolf noticed it had sped up when Saitou spoke about his hearing. ... Was he becoming like Usui the Blind Sword, that blind warrior of Shishio's who could hear everything, including the contraction of muscles? That man was probably laughing at him in the Afterlife, now. Perhaps Usui had cursed Saitou for killing him. No matter.

"It's fine," the wolf dismissed. He was still trying to wrap his mind around that he was fine-tuned to every conversation in the restaurant all at the same time. It made him want to cover his ear again, but decided against it. He'd just have to focus on the task at hand, just like when facing an opponent. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and sighed, trying to concentrate on the silence just at their table; vaguely he could hear the voices getting softer. That was a good sign. He concentrated a bit more, and found that the conversations who had sounded like they were right next to him, became unintelligible whispers, like they should have to the average human. Good.

He opened his eyes again, just staring at a spot on the table. Saitou resisted the urge to sigh in relief, though. He'd already appeared weaker than he would like. "Not anymore," he decided to say. He had only just discovered this power a few days ago, and had dismissed it then as adrenaline. It had gotten worse until today, though. But thank goodness he could get a grapple on it and control it.

[identity profile] heavenlyorigin.livejournal.com 2009-02-26 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alright!" he nodded to Adam. Riku may have been hungry, but he was a patient child by nature and didn't mind waiting a little longer for his food.

"I've noticed," he nodded. "I'm very thankful for that, too. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I was completely alone here... it doesn't help that I can't speak English very well."

Riku, however, was not quite clever enough to catch the reference, the mention of the O passing him right by. "It's nice to meet you, Osamu," he said with a warm smile, almost bowing to the other before pausing and reaching out his own hand to shake. "My name's Riku."

[identity profile] digikaiser.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Ken smiled warmly but rolled his eyes a bit wondering if his clue had been a little too subtle as he shook the other boy's hand. He paused for a moment before making an "O" sign with one hand before speaking again.

"I believe we've spoken once before...." Ken said. His attempts at remaining subtle however were being undermined. He could hear Wormmon's stomach growling through his backpack, prompting the boy to move a hand over his stomach. "Sorry I guess I should have had lunch sooner."

In a swift motion Ken quickly reached his free hand behind his back into takeout bag with one hand retrieving a smaller bag with the An-Dango before dropping it inside of his backpack. He hoped his movement was quick and quiet enough that non-one would notice.

[identity profile] heavenlyorigin.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
That, thankfully, got Riku thinking. "... Ah! Ah, I'm sorry!" he apologized in embarrassment, realizing what he'd overlooked before. "It's good to meet you," the boy continued, a wide smile spreading over his face as he realized that it was his friend - or so he considered him already - from the comm. "In person, I mean."

Putting the an-dango bag in his backpack, though, gave Riku cause to blink, tilting his head slightly to the side in curiosity. He must have just been seeing things, though, he shook it off.

"Oh!" he nodded at Adam. "Do you serve gyuudon here?" he asked. It was a relatively common dish, but he still was unsure enough about the entire city that he had to ask first.
satisfiedsigner: (Normal: default)

[personal profile] satisfiedsigner 2009-02-27 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Kiryu smiled a bit and leaned back in his seat. Saitou had done what he was going to suggest he do; after all, concentrating on doing whatever it was he wanted to do-switch his appearence, make his birthmark react or not react-had worked for him while he still had power. It should work for everyone.

His hand found its way to his birthmark on its own; he was clenching his forearm before he realized he was doing it. Kiryu's mood shifted immediately back to annoyance. If Rudger were here, the man would laugh at him for being so weak. He was alive again when he hadn't wanted to die in the first place; he should have been thankful this had happened. But all he could think about was how much he missed his old existance.

Which was really neither here nor there now. If he couldn't change back, he was stuck like this and he'd have to deal with it. Fretting about it at a very public table in a very public place with someone around was not something he should be doing.

"You said before that you didn't have any powers before coming here," Kiryu said after a moment. "Have you noticed anything odd since then? Other than super-hearing, anyway."
wolfofmibu: (... these were my favorite pants)

[personal profile] wolfofmibu 2009-02-27 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
For a few seconds the Mibu wolf could feel that waiter's eyes on him, though refrained from raising an eyebrow at the man. It could wait. He glanced back over to Kyosuke who looked a bit smug, and instead gave him a raised eyebrow, of sorts, along with a slight tilt of the head. He couldn't quite tell yet what that man was thinking, but he'd noticed Kyosuke clutching his arm a few times. Perhaps his power lay there.

And he appeared very dissatisfied with something, which made Saitou curious. There was probably some history there that Saitou could inquire about; should Kyosuke want to divulge. If not, Saitou still had plenty time to ponder over exactly what it could be. And just why Kyosuke reminded him of someone from his time. He still couldn't make an exact comparison.

He'd made a valid point, though. "No, this is completely new. I'd mentioned before what I had... couldn't really be defined as 'powers,' really. More a power of observation than anything else." And he'd been observing Kyosuke for some time, now, watching his every expression. Mostly because Saitou found him an enigma he wanted to solve. He thought a moment on Kyosuke's other question, recalling the past few days. "... Nothing else right now, no."
Edited 2009-02-27 05:00 (UTC)
satisfiedsigner: (Normal: smirk)

[personal profile] satisfiedsigner 2009-02-27 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Kiryu nodded, his grip tightening on his arm. "Sounds like it's just an enhanced version of your own skills, then..."

Wouldn't that be a nice thing to have happen?

"If that's the case, you probably won't have anything stereotypical like flight or invisiblity or anything. Unless you have a whole lot you'll be able to do." He laughed a little. "Gods, flight would be fun. Although, now that I've said that, I doubt that'll be mine."

He knew what he would like his to be but, well, he'd already tried it.

[identity profile] digikaiser.livejournal.com 2009-02-27 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
Ken smiled back, though his grin was not quite as wide. A small part of him still believed he didn't deserve the friends he had back home, much less the few he had found here. He shifted his shoulders a bit as the boy blinked.

"It's very nice to meet you in person as well." He said nodding a bit. He remained silent as he let Riku place his order. Though he wasn't trying to use his powers he sensed something about the waiter seemed... off. Ken resumed sipping his cup of soup. Silently hoping that no one else heard the extremely quiet "Om-nom-nom" munching sound coming from his backpack.
wolfofmibu: (observing ahead)

[personal profile] wolfofmibu 2009-02-27 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmph," replied Saitou, wanting to roll his eyes at that. "Flying would be too troublesome. And I've seen an invisible man already, but that's all he has; no other skills to note for. Perhaps he could be a spy but not much else unless he masters a weapon." Besides, most hitokiri could mimic flight, anyway. He'd done it before, and couldn't really see the fascination with it. Perhaps because he was just a grounded man altogether.

"I suppose I'll have to look into it more," he added, also wondering if he had any more powers. They either hadn't manifested yet, or he hadn't triggered them in the correct activity. Well, he would be going to spar with that Melee woman soon, he could see if there was any differences when they fought. Vaguely he pondered if she would bring a sword; somehow he doubted it. She seemed confident in her abilities... it would be refreshing to have a worthy fight again. Saitou supposed he'd have to wait and see.

... Was that blue-haired boy's bag making noises? .... ... Strange.
satisfiedsigner: (Normal: happy/excited)

[personal profile] satisfiedsigner 2009-02-27 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
Kiryu grinned and shook his head. "Are you kidding? Flying would be awesome. It'd be like having a D-Wheel again. Which reminds me, I need to look into getting a motorcycle...don't think I could just steal one though...damn, having to pay for stuff sucks...

"Now being invisible...If you did that during a fight, you'd win it easy. That's kind of cheap, though. I guess you could also use it to steal supplies...As long it you didn't turn visible again in the middle of the store. And if you had a marker, I guess it wouldn't do any good anyway..."
wolfofmibu: (raised eyebrow)

[personal profile] wolfofmibu 2009-02-27 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"D-Wheel?" Must be some sort of device from Kyosuke's time, the wolf tried to piece together. And "motorcycle" wasn't really something he was familiar with, either. He was used to walking everywhere; he'd gotten to the point where a 6-day journey for one person could be a 2-3 day journey for himself.

He had to grin at Kyosuke's other point. "Not if you were to fight me. I could hear your every move; wouldn't be very useful then, hm?" ... From the sound of things a 'marker' was exactly that, a way to keep track of people guilty of crimes. Again Saitou raised an eyebrow at the other man. Just what had he done?

And just what was this Western man so fascinated with? Saitou couldn't wrap his head around it at the current time. He shook his head though at his question. "That will be all, thanks," he said a bit blankly; he was just now realizing how hungry he really was. Until today he had just been raiding his room of whatever was stored there... some of the packaging had been very strange, and he had wished that some of them had had directions in Japanese... a lot of those ended up not tasting very well.

Wait a minute. "Richard" here had been looking at his katana. The way his eyes were angled down could only mean he was looking at Saitou's sword. And though Saitou had searched the man's ki, he found this Western man wasn't afraid of it. ... Interesting. The Mibu wolf turned his eyes towards the man, wondering if he was a swordsman. That would certainly be a surprise.

"This isn't the first time you've seen one of these, has it."
Edited 2009-02-27 18:32 (UTC)
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[personal profile] satisfiedsigner 2009-02-27 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Kiryu stares at him for a moment before remembering that, oh yeah, this really wasn't Yuusei, and oh yeah, he was from 150 years ago. Well, then.

"You know what a bike is, right? I think those were around when you're from...anyway, D-Wheels and motorcycles are like bikes, only made out of a lot more metal and able to move around under their own power. D-Wheels are modified motorbikes we use in riding duels. For a card game, not for duels with swords or anything."

He probably would have pulled out his deck to show Saitou exactly what he meant if their food hadn't arrived. He murmured his thanks to the waiter, staring at it.

It looked...really, really good. He'd had these particualar dishes before, along with a few others, but as great as Martha's cooking was, and no matter how great the find in the black market, it was all still Satellite food. This...this was not Satellite food. This smelled amazing.

He almost didn't catch Saitou's inquiry to "Richard", but he wasn't quite in awe enough to space out that much. He tried to make it not too obvious that he was listening in in interest.
wolfofmibu: (*glares*)

[personal profile] wolfofmibu 2009-02-27 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"... Card games?" ... Saitou would definitely need a more in-depth explanation of that. Was Kyosuke's era ruled by gambling? And... gambling on "motorbikes"? Whatever those were. He could probably research those at the library as well. At least the Japanese-translated books.

Upon hearing Richard's reply, Saitou turned his head directly to the man, narrowing his eyes a bit and searching his ki. So, he was hiding something, Saitou could at least gather that much. It would take more effort than that to fool a wolf of Mibu.

"Is that so," he replied, a bit monotone but imagined their waiter could pick up his skepticism. Though right now the wolf's mind was racing to find a way to prove if this was actually a lie. "Do you have a sword with you? I'd like to see it for myself. Then you could take a look at mine, should you like." Maybe with that hook he could lure this man in. He could actually give multiple reasons for that inquiry. One, Saitou still hadn't met another swordsman in the City. Also he was curious just what kind of weapon this man had. Wakizashi, maybe? Or a katana, like himself?

... There was also another way, the wolf mulled, which was the same way that Sagara man had figured out Saitou was a swordsman. His hands were very calloused from holding a sword for long periods of time; one reason that Saitou wore his gloves constantly. Idly he glanced down at one of the Western man's hands, then went back to staring the man down. I will figure you out soon enough.
Edited 2009-02-27 23:12 (UTC)

[identity profile] cartoholic.livejournal.com 2009-02-28 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Milo was worse than lost.

He had been in the City for a week, and already started three fires in his apartment, almost found himself in five fist fights on the street, and was rejected from every job he applied for. The future was not as easy as everyone made it out to be.

And don't get him started on the super hero business. Milo was not going to take up crime fighting soon as his power was pretty useless from an offensive and defensive standpoint. Also, he was a chicken.

He sniffed, walking down the street in second-hand clothes and a notebook in his arms (the binders! the crispness of the paper!). The young man had been practically starving and living off cold canned food for the past few days. Milo was going to give up on finding money and resort to living as a homeless person until he was given thirty bucks one day for simply filling out a survey.

First order of business? Decent food. So, he walked, asked for directions, got punched, and found himself in Chinatown or something of the sort. There was a quaint, clean looking restaurant, and Milo peered through the window to check it out. Inside, he recognized one of the men dining from the main message board.

Milo's face lit up.

He entered the restaurant and walked straight to Kiryu's table. Milo was still not quite up to date on restaurant manners.

"Oh my gosh!" He exclaimed in rapid, fluent Japanese. "Isn't this a coincidence?"

[identity profile] heavenlyorigin.livejournal.com 2009-02-28 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh," Riku said with a content sigh at the affirmative on the gyuudon, "good!" Almost like home. He was slipping into nostalgia so easily in the City, now that it had stirred up memories he thought he'd made peace with long ago. And the frustrating part was that he had, too. "Thank you."

Milo's appearance caused another round of Riku's quiet, blank staring face in utter bafflement. There seemed to be quite a few foreigners who spoke Japanese here all of a sudden, which was strange because he hadn't met any others here as far as he knew. Not a bad thing, though. But he wrenched his attention away, staring was beyond impolite.

He turned back to Ken, opening his mouth and then stopping whatever he was saying. Was his backpack... chewing? Quiet it may have been, but it was still there. Hearing things and seeing things was something Riku was used to. He had to be, as a former toujinshi - he would always wonder if glances over shoulders were innocent or indicative of a presence he could no longer notice.

"Ah." Riku leaned over confidentially. "Do you hear that?"
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[personal profile] satisfiedsigner 2009-02-28 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
Kiryu nodded, definitely planning to show Saitou his deck once "Richard" left again, since while he was here, Saitou would definitely be more interested in him. That, and he was far too interested in eating this really good looking food to talk about Duel Monsters.

And was it good. Kiryu decided this was going to be the slowest meal he'd ever eaten, although part of the reason might have been that he only had enough money for a couple meals at the moment. And even that he wasn't sure about. And he was interested in the conversation going on between Saitou and the waiter. there was something about him...

Kiryu started and looked up in surprise at Milo's sudden appearence. He didn't recognize him...but maybe they had spoken before? He'd spoken to a couple people he had yet to meet in person.

"Er, is it? Have we talked before?"

[identity profile] digikaiser.livejournal.com 2009-03-01 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Ken was also somewhat baffled by Milo's sudden appearance his blue-eyes blinking in confusion. He decided not to say anything to or about the oddly dressed foreigner.

His brow suddenly dripped with sweat almost doing a spit-take with his soup as Riku inquired about the chewing sound. He shook his head, trying to remain calm.

"No..." he said "I don't hear anything." He grinned waving his hands. "Riku it was very nice to meet you. I have to deliver this food before it gets cold but... perhaps soon I could show you something." He slowly stepped back towards the doorway.
wolfofmibu: (*GRRRR*)

<3 to Milo XD It's never too late to slip in

[personal profile] wolfofmibu 2009-03-01 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Well that was the opposite reaction of what Saitou wanted... he scowled inwardly, though didn't have to time to think on another way to get Richard to talk; because another Western man had just run up to their table. A fluent one, too. Interesting. Saitou certainly had never met him before, so perhaps Kyosuke knew this guy. Otherwise he was annoying and Saitou was just irked that his tactics weren't working.

There was still the concern about their waiter's hands, though. If they looked like they had held a sword before, Saitou could still see if this man had a swordsman's reflexes. He'd have to figure out what a taser, is, though. He hadn't heard of that weapon before. Were they like tonfas? ... Saitou supposed he could mull on that later. So much was going on here at once.

Though he could just resume enjoying his soba in the meantime. He'd have to visit this place again, some time in the future.

[identity profile] heavenlyorigin.livejournal.com 2009-03-01 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Show me something?" he asked in confusion, putting a hand up to scratch at his cheek. A very bad habit of his, that, and it seemed all his bad habits were returning full force in the City. "Alright... I don't mind, whatever it is."

But there was his gyuudon! Riku looked between the gyuudon and Ken. Ken had to leave now, but... well. He'd ask. "Just a second," he said to Ken, and then scooted off quickly.

"May I have a to-go bowl for the gyuudon? Something came up," he asked Adam in embarrassment, half-approaching the man as he went to tape up the sign.