capeandcowllogs | Reacquainted

WHO: Lamont Cranston and Saitou Hajime
WHERE: Coffee Shop which Saitou chose
WHEN: Tuesday, January 5
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Cranston is finding out a man going by his name has been here before, and is meeting a former acquaintance.
FORMAT: Started in paragraph, continue in either Quicklog or paragraph. Whichever works.

The taxi pulled up in front of the small shop, The Shadow paying the driver, and tipping him a bit generously for the extensive ride. He would need to watch the rest of his money for the time being.

He strolled naturally up to the door, a black coat slung over one arm as he entered, looking for the face that was cemented in his memory, the face that claimed to have met Lamont Cranston. Had the device that brought him to the City truly wiped his memory of things here, he may find himself in a perilous situation, even in something as simple as having a cup of coffee with this unknown member.

He would take his chances; the information gained may outweigh any risks associated with the meeting. Should trouble arise, the automatics concealed beneath the tailored suit may need to come into play, but if he could, he would prefer to prevent a situation that would draw negative attention to his arrival.

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Saitou had had to think for a moment on just how long it had been since he'd conversed with this man. Though he found it oddly ironic that this Shadow person was the new person ported-in and he was the one who'd be showing him around this time.

Ten months, he thought suddenly. It had been ten months since they'd last spoken. Though in reality Saitou supposed that, since the other man didn't remember his previous time here, it'd just be the first time they spoke all over again.

Though he wasn't given much more time to mull that over, as the person in question had just strolled inside. He nodded in the other man's direction in greeting.

"So."

Though alert and wary, The Shadow at least gave a slightly amiable smile as he sat down, folding the coat across a knee.

"So, as redundant it may seem to you, I never did get your name." Steely blue eyes study the man before them closely, now that they are face to face.

He smirked just slightly at that, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one with a match, not particularly caring if it bothered the other patrons. He was in full police uniform, after all, and his katana was resting in its usual hilt on his belt. He found most people didn't bother him with a weapon on him at all times; which was the way he preferred things.

"Lt. Saitou, City police. I trust you found your way here easily enough."

The katana was well-noted, along with the uniform, and the title helped bring some association to light at least. Apart from the apparently Japanese origin of his name, there was little to explain why an officer of the law would carry around a katana, as opposed to a gun, however.

"Lieutenant. I did. The streets are familiar enough, and the driver was efficient." He leaned back in the chair slightly, his arms crossed.

Saitou mimicked the other man's actions, taking a drag from his cigarette before continuing.

"I suppose you have questions?"

"Of course. Many should be self-evident." He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. "Such as prior residences, occupations, relations, the usual." He gives a quick smile as he uses a match to light the cigarette. "Depending on how long it's been, I might be able to step back into things, if a bit awkwardly."

He silently took into account that his companion was fond of cigarettes as well, which might have just made him a bit more amiable to his questions. Saitou nodded slightly in response, pulling out his comm from his pocket.

"Residence I have no information for, though you did report in to the City police as a dispatcher, if I recall correctly." He paused a second, tilting his head. "Did anyone else on the Network appear to recognize you?"

A dispatcher? This earns a curious glance toward Saitou, but it quickly fades back into Cranston's genearlly laid back expression.

"Only you, Lieutenant." He exhales, looking off to the side as he takes another glance around the room, checking it. "Though I imagine you won't be the last."

Saitou gives a shrug at that, not knowing much else. They hadn't really conversed a fair amount when he was here, before, but he remembered Cranston checking in when McClane had gathered everyone together. He does become a bit curious however at who else he might have been recognized by.

"I see."

"Is there anyone I should be particularly aware of, from past experiences? Other officers, or persons in the force?" He's not about to ask in detail who friends or enemies might be. There's only so much anyone here could know about the other inhabitants. At the very least, he might be able to reopen connections that had been set up previously.

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dfuaisojflj I am /so/ sorry I didn't get to this tag sooner real life kind of stampeded all over me

No worries :-D