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exsiliumlogs2012-02-17 11:56 pm
digitalemperor) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-02-17 11:56 pm
New roommates
Date & Time: Shortly after Mikado's arrival
Location: Unit 210
Characters: Takegami Teijirou (onemoredeath) and Ryugamine Mikado (digitalemperor)
Summary: Mikado gets assigned to his house! He wants to meet his roomie!
Warnings: Two crazy Japanese guyswalk into a bar?
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The whole time-traveling situation would seem more like a dream if Mikado hadn't experienced it before. Being pulled from Ikebukuro to the Victorian era, and then from there to this strange, science fiction future... Mikado almost felt like it wasn't even shocking. It was definitely a huge adjustment, to get used to modern--no, future--technology, smells, noises... All over again. But it was a huge relief too. For one, the weapon he'd chosen--if you could call a pencil bag of school supplies a weapon--was it really sentient and evolving? It seemed pretty normal! But even more importantly, more normal and more wonderful was the netbook.
Oh how he had missed the internet. And online chat. It was a little sad that he wouldn't have the people from back home to chat with... And he already missed those friends he'd made in London. Actually, if anything, despite the slight giddiness at having the internet again, Mikado felt... Lonely. And lost. And alone. Kida had been in London when Mikado had arrived, just as Kida had been in Ikebukuro when Mikado moved to the big city... But now he was alone. He had to figure his way around without his best friend. And despite everything... That was... A little scary.
He hoped the people here were nice. That he could get along with them. That he and the other transports could also get along... Well. Adapting was what he hoped he could do again. He'd managed it in two extreme circumstances so far, a third ridiculous circumstance was nothing new, right?
He just hoped he got a nice roommate. He had the name (it seemed his roommate was Japanese, which was a relief in a way), and the address and key. So when he let himself into the unit, he announced himself by calling out.
"Um! Hello! I'm very sorry for intruding! I've been assigned here so, um, if you're home..." He slipped his shoes off at the entrance and stepped awkwardly into the house, clutching the strap of his bag nervously.
"Good evening..."
It felt so strange to intrude where someone else was living like this, even if he was supposed to live here too.
Location: Unit 210
Characters: Takegami Teijirou (
onemoredeath) and Ryugamine Mikado (digitalemperor)Summary: Mikado gets assigned to his house! He wants to meet his roomie!
Warnings: Two crazy Japanese guys
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The whole time-traveling situation would seem more like a dream if Mikado hadn't experienced it before. Being pulled from Ikebukuro to the Victorian era, and then from there to this strange, science fiction future... Mikado almost felt like it wasn't even shocking. It was definitely a huge adjustment, to get used to modern--no, future--technology, smells, noises... All over again. But it was a huge relief too. For one, the weapon he'd chosen--if you could call a pencil bag of school supplies a weapon--was it really sentient and evolving? It seemed pretty normal! But even more importantly, more normal and more wonderful was the netbook.
Oh how he had missed the internet. And online chat. It was a little sad that he wouldn't have the people from back home to chat with... And he already missed those friends he'd made in London. Actually, if anything, despite the slight giddiness at having the internet again, Mikado felt... Lonely. And lost. And alone. Kida had been in London when Mikado had arrived, just as Kida had been in Ikebukuro when Mikado moved to the big city... But now he was alone. He had to figure his way around without his best friend. And despite everything... That was... A little scary.
He hoped the people here were nice. That he could get along with them. That he and the other transports could also get along... Well. Adapting was what he hoped he could do again. He'd managed it in two extreme circumstances so far, a third ridiculous circumstance was nothing new, right?
He just hoped he got a nice roommate. He had the name (it seemed his roommate was Japanese, which was a relief in a way), and the address and key. So when he let himself into the unit, he announced himself by calling out.
"Um! Hello! I'm very sorry for intruding! I've been assigned here so, um, if you're home..." He slipped his shoes off at the entrance and stepped awkwardly into the house, clutching the strap of his bag nervously.
"Good evening..."
It felt so strange to intrude where someone else was living like this, even if he was supposed to live here too.
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He had to go back to Japan. It wasn't that he didn't like America, it was just there was simply too many people and not enough time. That a few FBI agents were starting to notice the higher kill rate in certain areas. Some people...
"You don't have to cook me anything. How about I cook the meals and you handle the clean up. Would that be okay? We can rotate the other chores."
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"That sounds really amazing. I've never really traveled much so... Was it, um, hard? To get used to living in a foreign country?" He has about a million questions he wants to ask but he doesn't want to pester his new roommate. That would be so rude! But he's also really curious. He's inquisitive by nature, and getting to know the person he's going to live with definitely has his interest.
"Um... Not to pry! I guess, I just would like to know more about you, Takegami-san. You sound like you've lived a really interesting life."
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"Not really. You just have to remember that no matter where you go, people will always be people," he replied,. This kid... He ran a hand through his hair,smiling a little at the questions. There was nothing wrong with curiosity, but from the way Mikado was acting, he never really gone beyond the borders of Japan save through the internet.
"It's okay, just don't get too carried away. You got to save up some questions for tomorrow, right?"
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"I just think it's really interesting. I guess in comparison to being brought to the future that seems weird..." He glanced down, hesited, than looked back up at Teijirou tilting his head with open curiosity.
"I guess it's really... A lot... So you don't have to answer!" He raised his hands to illustrate that he didn't expect Teijirou to say more than he was comfortable with, a sort of flustered gesture. "But... What do you make of... Um, all this?"
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Takegami tilted his head to the side, watching the teen as he talked. Cataloging, assessing, filing. It was a strange quirk, true, but his mind often worked that way. It was how he decided to like a person or not.
"I'll answer what I can," he said, nodding to himself. It might prove to be interesting, and keep things from getting boring.
"As for this... Well, it is a new adventure. For the rest, I will just have to wait and see, right?"
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"Ah, well I guess I'm really interested in your travel stories..." But the real issue right now was time travel, right? They were in a really weird situation. Much as Mikado wanted normal, he couldn't suppress the part of himself that thrilled at the abnormal. This whole situation was out of some kind of science fiction novel.
"I guess you're right about that though. They don't seem so bad here, at least."
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Maybe that was just him being a brat thinking that way.
"I've been all over the world, so if you want stories... I don't think I would run out of them."
He could feel the rings on his fingers, the absolute certainty that they wouldn't have just plucked him from his time without first knowing exactly what he was capable of. The way they had just ignored the bindings he had on at the time stuck in his mind the most, as did the grin on their face when he picked out the ring set from all those weapons.
"No, they don't seem bad at all."
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"I'd love to hear your stories as we get to know each other, Takegami-san." Also sincere. He was genuinely interested, after all.
He rubbed the back of his neck, not aware at all of Teijirou's musing on his memories.
"Though... Probably taking us out of time could be considered... Sinister. That they're already set up and equipped for all this has to mean it's been planned out for a while, right? So... Without even asking permission, I'm not sure I can agree with their methods, either..." Random thoughts about it, now that the just-arrived daze was wearing off a bit.
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But the idea of being able to pluck an army from various times and places, that was strange. It certainly wasn't exactly normal but he had heard of something called 'press ganged' during his wanderings. A kind of old term for forcing a person into service.
He took a seat on the arm of the couch, shrugging a little and somehow making it look like he was posing for a moment, but that could have been the lighting. It really was rather dim in the room, just perfect for studying computer screens all night long.
"It's some what common in times of trouble. Besides, if they are the losing side of this conflict and they can pull us from our times and worlds, what does that make the winning side like?"
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And unless his new roommate was secretly a ninja... Well, he wouldn't insult Teijirou! But the guy didn't look like he took on rebel causes--unless it was rebel fashion shows. Because, wow, way to pose artfully Teijirou.
"When you put it like that I really don't want to think about it." He walked over to join Teijirou on the couch, sitting properly on the other side from the man, though he slumped a bit to let his elbows rest on his knees, chin in hands. "It's all really strange to begin with. If this is the losing side, the winning side isn't paying attention, or doesn't find us a threat, or this side is stronger than they seem..." He frowned, than ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. It was speculation. Nothing more. Nothing could be gained by it without real information in the first place.
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Let's face it - Teijirou was a serial killer with a taste for human flesh. Mikado was a geek. What exactly would their captors need people with such a bizarre set of skills for an army? But if he thought about it a little more.
"I can read people, you can probably do more than look up information using a search engine. There are people who are doctors, people who can cast spells, people who are not even human, and more. There must be a pattern in all of us. Something they need in order to make their little rebellion stick."