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Post by thecurtain on Oct 8, 2011 2:17:46 GMT -5
Nathan's patient, waiting for Kotetsu to figure out the phone number transfer, but he accepts it readily, his own system already prepared to do the same. Their numbers cross the space between their two phones faster than they can think about it.
Once they're done, he accesses it with a skilled thumb, making sure Kotetsu's name is attached to the number.
His own name should show up on Kotetsu's phone, revealing his surname, which, if Kotetsu pays any attention to economics, should sound at least vaguely familiar, thanks to Nathan's parents.
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Post by gryfeathr on Oct 8, 2011 2:36:56 GMT -5
Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, says the added tag. Nothing else has been filled in--no birthdates, nothing. Perhaps he didn't do that by habit, but evidence seems to suggest Kotetsu just isn't the sort all that adept with electronics.
The man in question tilts the phone, leaning his forehead against his hand, and repeats the name to himself a few times. His memory is generally horrible, otherwise. Seymour.
See-mooor.
....Nope. Nothing. There's no flicker of recognition or building awe. No impression of being impressed, nor shift in expression. Kotetsu shuts his phone with a flick of his wrist and tucks it back inside his jacket, grinning a little. "Well, Mr. Seymour," he says to try it out, and set it into his mind, "Yoroshiku."
He salutes him, a bit impudent, more than a little cocky.
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Post by thecurtain on Oct 8, 2011 16:50:12 GMT -5
Nathan smiles, amused all over again at this man's quirky style, his cockiness when the situation doesn't seem to call for it, the silly way he seems to do everything just fine without looking like he's going to manage to.
He closes his phone slowly, slipping it back into the pocket from which it had come. And inclines his head, somewhere between a bow and a nod. "Yoroshiku, Mr. Kaburagi." He'd had the name down in an instant. The entire name really does feel at home on his tongue. It's delightful.
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Post by gryfeathr on Oct 9, 2011 13:45:16 GMT -5
For a day when he's late for work, its not too bad. The guy's a little formal or something, but seems to mean well. For a guy in a fancy suit, he's not really all that terrible. He's had worse company before.
He scratches at the edge of his jaw, the grin still there. "So, I'm gonna get off after you do, but you should be able to see the Pheonix from the street." He leans back, peering up at the stops map. "Just gotta go up the, uh. West exit, yeah. There'll be this weird store with a lot of creepy mannequins."
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Post by thecurtain on Oct 9, 2011 14:12:29 GMT -5
Creepy mannequins...? Kotetsu's ways of explaining things keep getting more and more abstruse, and yet more and more endearing.
Unfortunately, it's getting close to the point when he'll actually need to admit that he understands these silly directions and be on his way. He glances up at the line of stops on the map posted on the wall of the train. "Is it the next stop, then...?" he asks, mostly to confirm. He's pretty sure it is.
It's too bad this interview is so important, and that Kotetsu eventually has to get on his way. He should have liked to spend more time with him, listening to his strange way of expressing himself.
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Post by gryfeathr on Oct 9, 2011 14:29:23 GMT -5
"Yeah, next stop," he confirms, settling on his feet as he glances back to Nathan. The train is slowing down, several stuffy busness people picking up bags or preparing to get off. Its a major stop. Wherever Kotetsu seems to be going must be something a bit further outside the main hub on this side of the city.
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Post by thecurtain on Oct 9, 2011 14:44:58 GMT -5
The train slows, and it seems to wipe a sad smile across his face. "It appears this is where we part ways then, Kotetsu T. Kaburagi." His grip tightens just slightly on the hand straps, to help equalize his balance as the speed of the train decreases. "I'd like to be able to repay you for your kindness someday." Someday soon, his eyes say, intent on the older man's face.
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Post by gryfeathr on Oct 9, 2011 14:56:24 GMT -5
Chuffed, Kotetsu leans back on his heels, confident in his ability to counter the momentum of the train. Its just like a traditional hero good deed, those stories that rarely truly comes true but he kind likes to believe in, and that makes the morning's diversion a lot better than paperwork. He tilts back the brim of his hat, meeting Nathan's eyes with what he likes to believe is heroic charisma. "Not a problem, Nathan Seymour."
Then the train breaks hit a little hard.
"Wuagh!" He stumbled, grabbed at the nearest bar and his hat.
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Post by thecurtain on Oct 9, 2011 15:05:10 GMT -5
Eyes wide, he reaches out with perhaps surprising reflexes, catching Kotetsu by the shoulders to keep him from losing his footing--as if he doesn't trust the bar to do it properly.
"That doesn't count," he murmurs, amused, in Kotetsu's ear, before stepping away, adjusting the envelope tucked under one arm. "Well, then." He gives a smile, and a wave, and begins to disappear into the crowd heading off the train.
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Post by gryfeathr on Oct 9, 2011 15:41:14 GMT -5
Kotetsu's attention sharpens in that split-second between CRAP and what? as Nathan's warm touch catches at his shoulders. The reflexes are sharp; they're something he recognizes, instinctively, like a struck note unexpectedly harmonizing.
Before he can say anything else--not that he's sure what he'd say-- Nathan's leaving, and he lifts his hand in an automatic response, preoccupied.
Huh, that was a little weird.
He watches Nathan cut through the crowd, head and shoulders above most of the other people around him, and walking with a certain confidence that draws attention without even trying. Elegant and smooth, and strangely keen.
He leans back, dismissing it as he rubbed at his jaw. Maybe he worked out a lot? Some kinda... engineer guy? Heh, guess even business guys could be quick... it leaves his mind as he gets to the stop for Top Mag, the crowd mostly emptied out of the train, and he walks with an easy stride up out of the train, onto the sidewalk... ...sees a bank clock...
Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaap! He takes off, all thoughts of Nathan dismissed into the panic of being nearly a half hour late. He forgets about it entirely.
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Post by thecurtain on Oct 10, 2011 2:08:56 GMT -5
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Post by gryfeathr on Oct 10, 2011 14:18:06 GMT -5
For most people, this would have been fine timing. The work day wound down, most getting ready--or already--on their way home from a long day behind a desk.
For HeroTV, it was almost prime time.
Which meant that Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, leader of the lost, was currently rubbing at the back of his neck with the hood of his suit pulled back while Ben, who was a patient man, was explaining that the statue of the city founder that he'd used as a bat to fend off a NEXT that could make things levitate and shoot them at high velocity was worth more than Kotetsu generally made in a month. Traffic was terrible that afternoon because of it, even though it had taken place down a level, and the event would be broadcast as a special instead of the usual local news.
Over in his bags, his phone vibrated, and Kotetsu bowed and felt kinda bad about it until Ben told him to go home for the day. The text was only a few minutes old as Kotetsu, still in his uniform, leaned near his locker and pulled it up.
Who?
...oh!
that was quik howd u do that?!?
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Post by thecurtain on Oct 10, 2011 17:57:26 GMT -5
The answer takes several minutes to arrive at Kotetsu's phone:
By hoping for too much, I think.
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Post by gryfeathr on Oct 10, 2011 17:59:54 GMT -5
This didn't....what.
That was odd enough to evoke his sympathy, and Kotetsu's replies were a little slow but it could be assumed it wasn't necessarily from distraction. Now he was curious.
what?
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Post by thecurtain on Oct 10, 2011 18:11:06 GMT -5
Maybe ten more minutes pass before he answers again.
It seems like Firebird Energy isn't ready for me.
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