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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Sept 26, 2012 12:19:22 GMT -5
Kakeru sighed, pulling out his phone and snapping a quick picture of the woman, before reading some information on the phone screen a few seconds later. "Noa Clarke, age twenty-three, British, born in Blackpool, aiming to become a fashion designer. Owner/user of the Kabuto Zecter, making her Kamen Rider Kabuto. Not particularly skilled in combat. C-class threat level." He said rather plainly. He wasn't too fond of reading the field intel files gathered about people, but it was the quickest way to prove his point.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Sept 26, 2012 12:21:50 GMT -5
That got her to shut up.
"Um...ok, I guess. Point taken..."
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Sept 26, 2012 12:37:54 GMT -5
Kakeru chuckled a bit. "And that was just a sample. I could find out a lot more about nearly anyone. With a few exceptions, of course. Though, now I don't really need to ask you for information any more, since the file explained what that little one is. So instead, how about a different bargain? I'll answer any questions you might have, and you join me for a cup of coffee?" He smiled, flirting a bit.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Sept 26, 2012 12:42:08 GMT -5
"I don't have any questions," she told him. The Zecter flew around, so she tried to grab it again, but couldn't.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Sept 26, 2012 12:48:53 GMT -5
Kakeru frowned a little, but quickly perked back up. "Well then, how about just the coffee, then? I know of a pretty good old cafe around here. My treat."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Sept 26, 2012 12:55:36 GMT -5
"If you buy," she told him, grabbing at it, but it landed on her head instead when she missed.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Sept 26, 2012 23:59:30 GMT -5
Kakeru chuckled. "Then it's a date. This way please, it's right around the corner." He gestured, smiling gently.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Sept 27, 2012 0:01:16 GMT -5
"Not a date," she said, "Not in that way, anyway," she told him, grabbing at the Zecter, but it flew off her head before she could, throwing her off and sending her stumbling a little as it buzzed around her.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Sept 27, 2012 21:26:20 GMT -5
"If you say so." Kakeru chuckled, turning to walk, before speaking once more. "But I have a feeling that view may just change by the end of the day."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Sept 28, 2012 11:50:55 GMT -5
"Yeah, no," she said, "I have a boyfriend, and you're not the first in the last few days to try something like this."
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Oct 2, 2012 9:38:28 GMT -5
Kakeru chuckled. "Ah, well that's too bad. Well, my offer's still good, date or no date. A gentleman never retracts his kindness. The cafe's just around this way." He said, giving a little bow before walking ahead a bit.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Oct 2, 2012 14:34:39 GMT -5
"If you buy," she said.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Oct 6, 2012 20:39:29 GMT -5
"Yes yes, we already established that I'm buying." He sighed, before pointing to a quaint little building. "That's it there."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Oct 6, 2012 20:40:06 GMT -5
"I wanted to be sure," she said, following him.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Oct 11, 2012 7:47:13 GMT -5
Kakeru sighed. "I'm a bit disheartened that you seem to doubt me this much." He said, a hint of playfulness hidden behind his words. Before them was a rather small cafe, surrounded by a quaint garden, the building being lined with deep mahogany planks to give it a nice rural cabin vibe. Inside, various devices for the brewing of coffee and the steeping of tea were arranged around the counters, and various comfy chairs and couches and small tables sat, simply waiting for customers to take a seat. The young man behind the counter, who looked to be in his early twenties at best, dressed rather nicely, with a nice scarf around his neck, noticed the duo and welcomed them. "Allo allo, wot can I get ya?" He spoke with a somewhat thick accent.
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