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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Dec 27, 2012 11:16:19 GMT -5
Kakeru grinned. "Yeah, the weapons are usually safer than anything made in Epsilon. Not entirely sure why we keep them around. Might be that we're the only ones who can keep them from blasting a city without just offing them. Anyway, Theta is the place to go for weapons, while Mu constructs the armors, and Zeta handles new "super-space-age foodstuffs." They're still working on stuff that doesn't taste like salted dog fur." He laughed, smiling a bit wider than usual. He knew he wasn't really supposed to talk about the internal structure to outsiders, but he felt comfortable that Noa wasn't going to cause any problems.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Dec 27, 2012 11:21:34 GMT -5
"And what is it that this organization technically does again?" she asked.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Dec 27, 2012 21:22:37 GMT -5
"Lots of things. Funding and organization of armored and costumed heroes, development of new equipment for heroes, and designing clothing with military-grade safety materials that still retain style and comfort." He explained, getting a bit plain-toned near the end. He didn't like reciting the cover purpose of Black Fang, but it was something they did and took rather seriously, so he always had to include it so Kurotsu wouldn't yell at him.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Dec 28, 2012 1:03:14 GMT -5
"Style and comfort, I like that," she said, "Or at least, since I'm into fashion, that sounds interesting to me."
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 11, 2013 17:24:15 GMT -5
Kakeru chuckled. "I can't really speak for the style of it, but the comfort's definitely A+. Black Fang's about all I wear. Hell, this coat here's taken bullets, blasts, blades, and a bunny, don't ask, and still only needed some minor fixes." He laughed, entirely serious.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jan 11, 2013 17:26:01 GMT -5
"It's all important, but to me, style is the most," she said.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 11, 2013 17:36:30 GMT -5
Kakeru grinned, pulling out his phone. "If you'd like, I could arrange a private tour for after we finish our coffees."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jan 11, 2013 17:37:09 GMT -5
"Sometime, but not necessarily today."
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 11, 2013 21:30:28 GMT -5
"That works for me." Kakeru smiled, as the barista rang a little bell to alert that the coffee was done. Kakeru reached for the tray of coffee drinks, lifting them all with ease, and keeping them perfectly balanced. With his free hand, he simply motioned for Noa to select a table.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jan 11, 2013 21:46:28 GMT -5
She walked over to one towards the window, sitting down with the window to her left.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 11, 2013 22:03:43 GMT -5
Kakeru followed and sat across from her, setting the tray on the table and taking hold of one of the hot cappuccinos.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jan 11, 2013 22:05:55 GMT -5
"It's going to be almost painful watching you drink all those," she said.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 11, 2013 22:20:46 GMT -5
Kakeru chuckled. "Eventually the body adapts. Mine adapted about two years ago. Plus Italians tend to be pretty good at handling coffee anyway."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Jan 11, 2013 22:23:17 GMT -5
"You're Italian, then?" she asked, "Or part, rather?"
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Jan 11, 2013 22:56:57 GMT -5
"Aye, on mi mama's side. Oyaji's Japanese, and a stickler for strict training." Kakeru sighed. He hadn't had a chance to visit his mother in a long while, so he'd need to arrange for a stint to do so. With another sigh, he sipped from his beverage, not even flinching from the heat.
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