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Post by Owen Trager on Jul 6, 2011 2:35:19 GMT
Owen was in Japan. He didn't like Japan; he really didn't. He didn't speak the language, he didn't understand much... All he had for himself was his Morpher, which could help with translating, but that wasn't very effective, but it would have to do. He just didn't like using it; it stood out.
He ran into someone who started babbling in Japanese to him. He shook his head, "I'm sorry, I don't understand," he said, edging around the man, "I'm really very sorry," he said, doubting the man could understand him. He was usually so careful when he walked; these streets were filled.
He hated Japan...
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jul 6, 2011 8:18:12 GMT
A quiet day, and Kakeru had decided to come back to his homeland of Japan for a short visit, as well as pick up supplies and pay a visit to some important sites. First and foremost was to visit Kurotsu, and give his report on the situations he'd been in around the world. But, as he had already done just that, it was time for him to relax.
So, Kakeru rode Lady Luck through the town, eventually noticing a clearly foreign man who seemed to be very confused. He parked the motorcycle alongside a popular cafe he frequented whenever he was in town, and walked over to the man. "My my, seems like you're having a touch of trouble here. Allow me." He said, before turning his attention to the native gentleman. "Sumimasen ga, koko de ore no yûjin wa nihongo o hanasu koto wa arimasen. Kimi wa, osoraku kare ga mo no nokoshite ita dakemasen ka? (Excuse me sir, but my friend here doesn't speak Japanese. Would you mind possibly leaving him be?)"
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Post by Owen Trager on Jul 6, 2011 13:44:44 GMT
Owen was curious as to why this man would help him, but a Japanese man who spoke English would certainly help him out in the end. Still, why help him? Out of kindness? Sure, he decided to chalk it up to that.
"Thanks," Owen said, giving him a nod, "Really, thanks for the help."
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jul 6, 2011 23:16:31 GMT
"Not a problem. I was like that when I first started traveling, so I can relate to how you felt." Kakeru chuckled, before pointing to the foreigner's wrist. "Also, that has piqued my interest. It seems alot like objects I see in my line of work, but I've never seen one wrist-mounted, always belts."
A sparkle in his eye, as Kakeru stared at the device. He was always rather curious about unknown technology, so he wanted dearly to see how it works. However, rather quickly, Kakeru's eyes went from crimson to black, and suddenly it was Atalm in control. "Hmph, I don't know, this guy has a wacked out aura." Just as suddenly, the black turned to white, and Azo was in charge. "Hrmph, his scent is strange, too. Smells kinda like a Yummy, but kinda different too." Yet again, a change. This time, to the silver-eyed Jink. "Calm down, you two. No need to be hostile to someone we've just met."
After a few moments of the Priiiide being dominant, Kakeru wrestled back control, and spoke again. "Sorry about that. It, erm, pertains to the work I mentioned before. Perhaps it would be better to speak in a less public location.
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Post by Owen Trager on Jul 7, 2011 0:12:21 GMT
"Yeah...let's do that," Owen said, wary of this man, after seeing that display. He wondered if this man had anything to do with the Precious or the Dark Spirits. It certainly seemed possible, with those eye changes and voice changes.
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