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Post by RICHARD YEO on Aug 23, 2016 1:34:08 GMT -6
richard sees her and knows he struck gold by coming by hq today. he only has seconds to make his choice before he calls out, “oi, damon. spare a sec for your fave bloke this side of anytown?”
adjacent and down the hallway, the agent playing tour guide nearly suppresses the groan. smart oxford shoes come to a halt and the man holds up a hand to the woman behind him. richard is already approaching quick. the dried and caked mud on his hiking boots crumbles against the immaculate flooring. who kept the secret quarters of abandoned warehouses so clean.
“agent–” a gruff acknowledgement from his coworker and richard’ll take it. he’s already pulling out a manilla folder from its safe spot tucked beneath his bicep. holding the envelope out it sags in the air under the weight of whatever’s inside it.
“need someone to drop this by– well, you know where,” richard drops it unceremoniously in the man’s hands with a wink. his attention moves behind the agent. eyebrows furrow with interest as if he’s only just noticed–
“well, hello hello hello,” repetition smears the words together. the letter h becomes a victim of richard’s accent as it is cruelly ignored
richard doesn’t let the agent he’s brushed off interrupt. he holds out a hand to sector three’s newest addition, “who’s this then?”
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Post by KIYO IKEDA on Aug 23, 2016 18:00:02 GMT -6
kiyo's memories are foggy, and the tape recorder of her mind has just started to record now.
she's in a building. sector three, she's told, where she's now an agent. there's been hours of debriefing, education, things like that. thank god there's a japanese translator, or she probably wouldn't have understood a lick of it. at least, not how they probably wanted her to. this all seemed like important stuff.
normally, a person would've retaliated, probably? waking up in a strange place with not very many memories besides your own name. but kiyo was adaptable, she accepted things quickly. all throughout the briefings she was thinking. even now, as a man named damon gave her a tour of the facility, she was thinking.
everything was bright and blinking and high-tech. kiyo didn't know how any of this stuff worked, but then again, she didn't remember much. that much she knew. she knew she didn't know, and that was a strange feeling to have. still, she kept going on, and she kept thinking. maybe working with these people, these agents interested in mysteries and secrets, could help her figure out her own past.
but those thoughts were interrupted when a sharp voice cut through the monotony of damon's tour.
she looks up sharply, eyes settling on a bespectacled man with a mess of brown hair. she doesn't know who he is, and she can barely understand what he's saying. he cut in behind damon and damon...well, he didn't look too pleased, but the other man didn't give him much time to react.
kiyo looked at him silently for a moment, trying to work out just what he had said. she gave up.
"sumimasen? nani datte?" she asked, spitting out the japanese quickly, and without thinking. it was natural to her. "ah...what did you say?"
her accent is probably just as difficult to understand as his.
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Post by RICHARD YEO on Aug 25, 2016 16:10:20 GMT -6
the blank look across her face isn’t what richard is going for. his hand remains extended in the air, hovering in the break of silence, and he wonders whether he should take it back. the reply he gets isn’t what he was going for either and he almost doesn’t catch what she says. almost.
richard takes his hand back, brushing hair behind his ear. his fingers brush against the frame of his glasses. this time he speaks only a touch slower and with a little less of a twang. it's a mixed effort.
“sorry, love. i’ll try that again but with less estuary this time, eh?” richard grins to her but it’s a smile that breaks when he fells the swat of the heavy manilla folder against his back. agent damon joins them along the side. he has to sidle past richard’s other arm cocked at his hip in the narrow hallway.
『apologies, ikeda. we may need to retrace our steps』 damon speaks absent-mindedly but his fluency in japanese is clear. he’s fixated on the scrawl of address in the envelope. damon pauses, casting a look to richard there’s a pause before adding in english, with a voice clear and concise despite a tinge of reluctance, “this is one of the agents in sector three’s roster.”
richard has had the itch to cut in and takes that as a signal. he asks simply, “what’s your name?”
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Post by KIYO IKEDA on Aug 25, 2016 16:32:30 GMT -6
richard's outstretched hand was foreign to her, as foreign as he was. she didn't even notice it in fact, but why would she? an air of awkward tenseness fell between them, a pause in time as she (and he, probably) tried to process what was going on.
when the man spoke again, she still didn't understand half of what he had said, but kiyo didn't speak up to ask for clarification again. her incompetency with english was starting to grate at her, and she asked the gods what she did to deserve being here, in a place she didn't know with people she didn't understand, and why she couldn't remember any of it.
damon's japanese jolted kiyo from her thoughts, however, and she looked over at him. was damon the only person here who knew japanese? perhaps he could translate for her, though he didn't seem to be too...thrilled. about this, or anything. that might be his default state; kiyo didn't know.
「who is this man?」 she responded in japanese, glancing back at richard. 「i can't understand anything he says, he talks too fast and uses...strange words.」
and then richard spoke up again, but she could thankfully understand what he was saying. kiyo bowed to him, returning his forgotten and unknowingly. "you can call me ikeda."
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Post by RICHARD YEO on Aug 30, 2016 7:39:54 GMT -6
they’re talking about him, richard thinks. he’ll take it. his chest puffs a little, his chin raised high as damon exchanges looks between the two of them. damon hesitates as his eyes flicker several times – richard, back to the woman, richard again, then resting finally on her – but he responds to her question with, 『he’s british.』
『agent yeo’s from overseas – much like you in that regard,』damon adds but he picks his words carefully and his tone is mix of sympathetic but cautious. he says little else. he doesn’t need to. richard eyes watches carefully, preening at the mention of his name. it’s that itch to cut in again. ikeda’s introduction easily provides that.
“ikeda,” he repeats it. her introduction is brief and as curt as her bow. richard watches it, the side of his mouth crinkling with amusement, “is that your first or last name? do i only get one?” there he goes again. the questions are already a mile a minute.
“you can call me richard yeo. richard, yeo, i don’t give a toss. your choice.”
“excuse me, yeo,” damon clears his throat, “we need to head back to–”
“and finish the tour early?” oh no, richard won’t have that, “nah, we can’t have that. i’ll take a bullet for you on this one, guv.”
“even if, what, i can only speak english. et je parle plutôt bien le français, à mon avis,” his accent still lingers in his french but it’s passable, “we can make-do-and-mend. right ikeda?”
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Post by KIYO IKEDA on Sept 1, 2016 20:16:05 GMT -6
british. she hadn't met any british people, not that she could remember anyway. and she was a bit glad for it, as british people seemed to talk quite fast, and it was more than just a little difficult to understand him. or perhaps it was only this man, this richard yeo, who was like this...she had a distinct feeling (from damon's tone) that was the case.
"just ikeda for now," she said in reply, a bit taken aback by how...forward he was. this must be something else attributed to british people...or maybe, again, it was just him? kiyo didn't quite know, and before she could ask damon any more questions, richard was cutting in, they were chattering in english too quick for her to pick up the entire meaning.
but then he was speaking in another language, a language she knew...french? that sounded vaguely familiar, and she could understand him, much better than when they were speaking english.
"je parle francais aussi," she said, the words a bit shaky in her accent, but there nonetheless. "un peu, mais je comprends mieux francais que l'anglais."
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