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Characters: Hajime Saitou (thrusts) & you!

Location: Around Death City

Rating: PG-13

Time: Jan. 27th

Description: Saitou needs to find a good Japanese sword.





[for saitou, not having his own sword meant that he was naked. sure he could easily punch someone out in the face, gatotsu was a technique that was more versatile than people gave him credit for.

despite the fact that the people who once thought that were now dead.

so there he was, exploring town trying to find a good blacksmith that could craft a good japanese sword for him. though japan had been moving towards opening its borders to the outside world, saitou was perfectly content with their old traditions.]

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[shihandai]

[So Kaoru was quietly walking down the street, looking a lot more clear. With purpose for lack of a better word. She's been focusing on Ling's notes, but she still has some gaps she needs filled that only someone who--as much as she hates, can fill for her.

Now if only she could find him---

Speak of the devil he was right there--near that stall.

Sucking in a breath, Kaoru squared her shoulders and walked over. She stared up at the taller man with a stoic expression on her face.]

I need to talk to you.

[thrusts]

[Were he a lesser man, he would have seriously considered throwing himself off of a cliff to avoid her. Yet, here he was, holding his cigarette in prime eye poking out position. Luckily for her (and unknown to know one) he actually had a heart and instead threw it on the ground and stomped it out.]

I can't imagine what about. [deadpan as usual, but the sharp inhale meant that he was more annoyed and was forcing himself to stay and talk to her.]

[shihandai]

[she lowers her eyes, bites on the inside of her cheek and shuffles her feet before she looks the Wolf of the Shinsengumi straight in the eye. at 5"1. what even. ]

My death, of course. You're the only one who really knows what happened at least, you have the most information right now and I need to know whatever I can so I can stop it.

So..details--I need to hear all of it. I know you won't sugarcoat for me.

[thrusts]

[He's got to admire her, she's kind of got guts. He lets out as small 'tch' as he mentally compares her to Tokio, but in the end he shrugs lightly and starts walking away- not to get away from the subject, but the fact that it's his favorite stall to get lunch from (thank heavens it was still there).]

Are you going to dwaddle behind or can you keep up? [that's all the indication anyone needs when Saitou's actually being direct.]

[shihandai]

If I did I wouldn't be here. [she retorts back, but the knot in her chest loosens just slightly. she's going to be walking behind him, the sound of sandals clopping the constant that she's there. ]

[thrusts]

[It's hard to miss, much to his chagrin. He ducks inside a westernized Japanese restaurant, stealing a booth in the back so that they can talk.]

If you start crying, I'm leaving you here. [it's a stark warning, he's not a man that comforts those who are grieving, having been the reason that they are - usually.]

[shihandai]

I don't doubt that for a minute. [ she seats herself down, a harsh half snort escaping her lips as she stares at him expectantly ]
Tears aren't going to save my life.

[thrusts]

Your life is hardly in danger.

[A snort back.]

Current suspicion is that it's a fake.

[shihandai]

So it really could be a fake. [she sucks in a breath, but keeps her cool.]
What was going on exactly? And what makes you so sure it's a fake?

[thrusts]

It's too clean to be the sight of a murder. Besides, you died too quietly.

[heh, he amuses himself.]

[shihandai]

Too quietly? [she makes a face at that, totally caught that before she sobers]
My body--fake or not--how did I..[she trails off]

[thrusts]

Whatever it is, it's the Battousai's - and your- problem. I'm only investigating reports of a huge organized crime syndicate moving in from Shanghai.

[he huffs, hating being the one that has to give advice.]

I'll tell you what I told Battousai, and maybe you can drill it into his skull. What I've told you is yours to do with; either you can accept something that you can't possibly change at the moment or you can let it consume you.

[shihandai]

A crime syndicate in Shanghai? [pardon her eyes sort of bugging out a little.]
So then they're..after Kenshin for something. [she grimly stares at the table]
Well I'm not accepting it. But I'm certainly not going to go 'quietly' like you say. If you of all people say it's probably a fake then I can only move forwards.

[forbearanced]

[Kojuro, of course, was on patrol in the Shopping District, his Zone. He also had the pair of swords that Motochika had forged for him at his waist.

He nodded towards Saitou the moment he saw him approaching. It was only courteous.]

[thrusts]

[A nod for his fellow Watch member, his eye catching the Japanese swords. Raising an eyebrow, he raises his hand to hail him.]

On patrol?

[forbearanced]

[Slowing down, and nodding in return.]

That is correct. I do not believe we have met before.

[thrusts]

Fujita Goro, I used to be a policeman. [he tilts his head at the swords.] I'm in need of a katana, where did you get yours?

[forbearanced]

The Watch has a smith in its employ. One Chosokabe Motochika, a Zone Leader like myself. [A beat.] I know how to reach him on the network.

[thrusts]

Is that so? Other sorts of swords are inferior, there's nothing that can beat a good Japanese one.

[forbearanced]

I must agree with there. [Ah, so good to be talking to a countryman...] You can contact Motochika on the network. Do you have your communicator on you?

[thrusts]

No, not at the moment. I like to patrol without disturbances. [that and have no way to communicate with him should they need to.] The information, however, will be handy.

[forbearanced]

I am glad to be of service to another member of the Watch, then. [Eyeing the other a moment.] How long have you been in Death City? I admit, you are not a completely familiar face to me.

[thrusts]

I don't really like to show my face. [there are some people that would prefer to talk off his ear rather than let him do anything.] Did we meet the last time I was here?

[forbearanced]

I do not believe so. ['Last time'. Hum.] So BREW saw it fit to return you to your world once?

[thrusts]

I suppose so. [he sounds so, so, so, pleased about this.]