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Post by KIMIKO TOKISAKA on Feb 2, 2013 18:25:30 GMT -5
The answers were simple, but explained plenty, for the time being. Ringo's words also covered a few other issues, though he did ask another question that, frankly, Kimiko thought was unnecessary and nothing but an insult to the boy himself. Letting out a quiet sigh, she reminded herself that it was the time to get answers, not to insult the boy- and since he was already talking, insulting him could have only gotten in the way. It might have even made him stop giving the information the girl could so readily use.
“Yes. Threat management and assessment. I was presented with an unknown, and found myself greatly outmatched. That's all there was to it.” She calmly responded, eyes still focused on the boy. It was more than obvious that she was not quite done yet. “You say you've been doing this for two years. Is it a process that occurs only in this region? Furthermore, what caused it? Or what is continuing its presence, if you do not know the cause? Furthermore, is it safe to assume that only certain individuals experience this time? I saw coffins where people should have been. These would be the people?” She took a slightly forward approach, throwing questions, as well as her own conclusions at the boy. Her mind was picking up. The wheels were churning and spitting the dust of neglect away. It felt good.
“One at a time again. I'll remind you what I asked, if your answers get long. Don't worry.” She folded her arms, crossed her legs. She was about as comfortable as she would be sitting on a table, but she did not want to redirect her attention to shifting to another spot to sit. Maybe, after the next round of questions, she would have enough enlightenment that she could stop interrogating the boy.
And maybe, by then, the ice cream would have melted enough to be edible. |
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Post by RINGO SHIRO on Feb 3, 2013 1:32:47 GMT -5
[newclass=ooch]background-color: #eaeaea; margin: 5px; margin-top: 0px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #999999; padding: 3px; text-align: justify; [/newclass] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 110px; background-color: #dadada; border-top: 20px solid #181818; border-bottom: 20px solid #b22b2b;][style=width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px;] [/style][classy=ooch]music -- Alone from the Persona 4 OST[/classy] [classy=ooch]tags -- Kimiko[/classy] [classy=ooch]notes – Wanna skips to the dorms after this or…?[/classy] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-color: #eaeaea; border-bottom: 20px solid #181818; border-top: 20px solid #b22b2b;][style=background-color: #dadada; border: 1px dashed #c0c0c0; margin: 5px; padding: 5px; color: #7e7e7e; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]“Yes. Threat management and assessment. I was presented with an unknown, and found myself greatly outmatched. That's all there was to it.” That...was frighteningly mechanical. “You say you've been doing this for two years. Is it a process that occurs only in this region? Furthermore, what caused it? Or what is continuing its presence, if you do not know the cause? Furthermore, is it safe to assume that only certain individuals experience this time? I saw coffins where people should have been. These would be the people?” Ringo felt rather pressured by the questions. “One at a time again. I'll remind you what I asked, if your answers get long. Don't worry.” It wasn't exactly that, it's how he should answer them.
Ringo might have been a long time Assault member of SEES but he can't exactly spill out information to someone he just meet. He stood for a moment to think about how to answer the questions. He hoped Kaitou doesn't get mad at him. He at least wanted to give Kimiko the basics.
"It's world wide." Ringo began. "As for what caused it and how the process is continued I have no idea." That was a partial lie. Ringo didn't know the whole truth but he knew the Kirijou group had something to do with it. He can't exactly ask Kaitou for more details. However the last question he can ask. "Also yes...those coffins, they're people. Only a certain few can experience the dark hour."
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Post by KIMIKO TOKISAKA on Feb 3, 2013 10:14:41 GMT -5
And that was that, since it seemed that Kimiko had reached the edges of what Ringo knew. He was hiding something, but she was not entirely confident in her skills to get the information out. Chalk it up to being rusty. If it wasn't for the few months she had not been gathering information properly, then she probably would have been able to pry it out of him without being too suspicious, but that would just be a bore in the present. After a moment, she let her gaze shift away from the boy. That was enough for the time being, she decided. Anything else would have likely been too “important”. Confidential information probably had a tier that even that boy wasn't stupid enough to tell her so simply.
“I have a fairly decent idea of what's going on now. There are still holes, of course, but you've cleared up a lot. Thank you for that.” Cordiality was only proper, given that she could not just pull out a table with restraints and a few scalpels. Acting rude at that point also posed a problem if she needed to drag out more answers from him later. If he tried to keep her around, she could probably use the chance to do some investigation in the building. There had to be a room that functioned as their central database- everything they learned so far. Unless there was another location in the city that functioned in that manner. It was an equal possibility, though a dormitory did seem the least likely- and, by extent, the most likely- hiding place.
“So? What do you plan to do?” She asked simply. She was asking in regards to herself, but it could've easily been misinterpreted to mean in general- or both. While waiting for an answer, she finally opened the cup, noticing that the ice cream had a decent amount of liquid inside. Mixing the liquid with the solid, it seemed she was finally going to get around to eating the food. |
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Post by RINGO SHIRO on Feb 4, 2013 17:34:11 GMT -5
[newclass=ooch]background-color: #eaeaea; margin: 5px; margin-top: 0px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #999999; padding: 3px; text-align: justify; [/newclass] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 110px; background-color: #dadada; border-top: 20px solid #181818; border-bottom: 20px solid #b22b2b;][style=width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px;][/style][classy=ooch]music -- Alone from the Persona 4 OST[/classy] [classy=ooch]tags -- Kimiko[/classy] [classy=ooch]notes –annnnd I gave you barely anything[/classy] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-color: #eaeaea; border-bottom: 20px solid #181818; border-top: 20px solid #b22b2b;][style=background-color: #dadada; border: 1px dashed #c0c0c0; margin: 5px; padding: 5px; color: #7e7e7e; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]“I have a fairly decent idea of what's going on now. There are still holes, of course, but you've cleared up a lot. Thank you for that.” That was a bullet barely dodged for now. She was no doubt going to ask more questions but Ringo thought she satisfied her curiosity for now. He's just going to have to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't wander the dorm. “So? What do you plan to do?” Kimiko asked.
"The Dark Hour is going to end not too long from now." Ringo began. "After it's over, I'll guide you on back home." After the dark hour is 12:00:01 AM after all. "Once the next Dark Hour hits, I suggest you head over here for safety." Ringo suggested over to Kimiko.
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Post by KIMIKO TOKISAKA on Feb 4, 2013 19:40:41 GMT -5
And there the boy went on, going into protector mode again. Kimiko would not just walk on over, every night, for the sake of Ringo's peace of mind. She had a rather important schedule of self-derision and moping around, along with occasional bouts of sleep where possible. Tonight was special in that she stepped out. That was probably the only reason she really noticed it- or experienced the dangers of the Dark Hour. The boy would not be infringing upon her lifestyle, even though she doubted she'd be sitting down for too much longer.
If she came, it would be for information. Not for protection. She'd make due with her own skills where necessary.
“Not too shabby, boy. That's ballsy of you to suggest to a girl that she should come to a dorm filled with strangers in the dead of night, every night. Quite risque. That'd raise a number of flags around the area. Rumors'd be born at the rate of rabbits. My reputation would likely shrink at the same rate. You'd take responsibility for such and occurrence, wouldn't you, Ringo? Hero?” The dragon princess turned her gaze on the boy. Her lips curled. Her eyes sparkled. She was amused. No need to be serious anymore. He already threw the doors wide open for her future endeavors. She could find her way to and from the dorm, no doubt, with a day or two of research in regards to the surroundings.
. . . really, Ringo had already given her everything she needed to learn all she wanted. All she needed was the time and chances to learn.
“You did think that far ahead, right?” She giggled. |
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Post by RINGO SHIRO on Feb 4, 2013 21:27:42 GMT -5
[newclass=ooch]background-color: #eaeaea; margin: 5px; margin-top: 0px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #999999; padding: 3px; text-align: justify; [/newclass] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 110px; background-color: #dadada; border-top: 20px solid #181818; border-bottom: 20px solid #b22b2b;][style=width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px;][/style][classy=ooch]music -- Alone from the Persona 4 OST[/classy] [classy=ooch]tags -- Kimiko[/classy] [classy=ooch]notes –annnnd I gave you barely anything[/classy] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-color: #eaeaea; border-bottom: 20px solid #181818; border-top: 20px solid #b22b2b;][style=background-color: #dadada; border: 1px dashed #c0c0c0; margin: 5px; padding: 5px; color: #7e7e7e; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]“Not too shabby, boy." Ringo arched an eyebrow at Kimiko's words. Her lips curled into another one of her unnerving smiles. "That's ballsy of you to suggest to a girl that she should come to a dorm filled with strangers in the dead of night, every night. Quite risque. That'd raise a number of flags around the area. Rumors'd be born at the rate of rabbits. My reputation would likely shrink at the same rate. You'd take responsibility for such and occurrence, wouldn't you, Ringo? Hero?” Ringo felt a chill down his spine as numerous realizations start to hit him. “You did think that far ahead, right?” Kimiko's giggles did not help Ringo at all. He cleared his throat and tried to recompose himself.
"W-well...th-that's going to be a problem." Ringo said as he started to ponder what possible solutions to the problem there might be. He thought and thought but his head isn't coming up with any solutions. Ringo then realized an idea. "Seeing a friend? No that's not good." Ringo started to walk back and forth thinking of ideas. "Ah ha ha...s-sorry..." Ringo said, not being able to produce any solutions. "I guess I really didn't think that far ahead..." Ringo said, lamenting the situation.
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Post by KIMIKO TOKISAKA on Feb 4, 2013 21:53:56 GMT -5
Kimiko just watched as Ringo began to break down. Quietly, she turned her attention to the ice cream, quickly and completely consuming it without regard for the potential of regurgitation or brain-freeze. Closing her eyes, she set the empty container down, crossed her arms again, and rolled her head around her shoulders, working the stiffness out of it. She slid off the table and stretched her body out, sucking in her lungs' worth of air. Then, sighing, she turned her gaze towards the wannabe hero, eyes and expression relaxed. The back of her right wrist rested against her hip, her hand curling away from it.
“I suppose next you'd want to try inviting me to move in here, wouldn't you? Luckily for you, I am a student at Gekkoukan, but I doubt you and your friends have the pull to change the boarding arrangements of a student.” She planted the seed. It was more fun with chaos. It was doubtful that her goading the boy like that would change anything, but if it did, the potential to gain the information she now wanted was easily worth the discomfort a change in living conditions would present.
“And, no, I don't intend to invite you, or strangers, into my home.” She cut off that line of thought before it came to exist. Not that it would matter. Anybody that entered her home without her blessing was very likely to be offed by traps. Sharpened piano wire was amazing for that. |
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Post by RINGO SHIRO on Feb 11, 2013 11:17:08 GMT -5
[newclass=ooch]background-color: #eaeaea; margin: 5px; margin-top: 0px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #999999; padding: 3px; text-align: justify; [/newclass] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 110px; background-color: #dadada; border-top: 20px solid #181818; border-bottom: 20px solid #b22b2b;][style=width: 100px; height: 100px; margin: 5px;][/style][classy=ooch]music -- Alone from the Persona 4 OST[/classy] [classy=ooch]tags -- Kimiko[/classy] [classy=ooch]notes –annnnd wow all that wait and I give you nothing ; ^ ; you can blame school =shot=[/classy] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-color: #eaeaea; border-bottom: 20px solid #181818; border-top: 20px solid #b22b2b;][style=background-color: #dadada; border: 1px dashed #c0c0c0; margin: 5px; padding: 5px; color: #7e7e7e; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]“I suppose next you'd want to try inviting me to move in here, wouldn't you?" That was one possible solution to the problem. " Luckily for you, I am a student at Gekkoukan, but I doubt you and your friends have the pull to change the boarding arrangements of a student.” Ringo started to map out solutions and wondering how that would even work. Maybe Kaitou can help arrange it? No, that's stepping on too big a land mine....but it wouldn't hurt to ask. “And, no, I don't intend to invite you, or strangers, into my home." Welp that was another solution shot down.
"Very well then. I guess I'm just going to have to be your escort every night until we come up with a solution then." Ringo said. "I hope you don't mind." He started to look outside. The dark hour should be close to ending soon. "Are you ready to go?" She was finished with the ice cream after all.
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