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Post by 恕修The Doctor火花 on Feb 6, 2016 3:11:04 GMT
"Yep we do indeed work with digimon, you're rather observant I see, though it's a bit silly to apply for a place like this if you didn't know that. , he chuckled a bit, making it apparent he was only joking a bit before letting the man speak again.
"Your story? hmmm.. well go right ahead.", the human boy nodded, leaning back and putting his feet up on the metal table, his boots getting the tiniest bit of dirt on it as he leaned back a little more in his chair. He seemed surprisingly lax, considering what this man in front of him had been accused of.
Something didn't fit this horrible killer description though. His shakiness, his nerve. This wasn't some calculated killer this was a broken man. Tridori finished and for a moment the room was silent. Josh had even stopped rocking back and fourth in his chair. He let the chair fall forward with a hard thwack, feet now on the ground as he stood, turning to the side hand on his face in thought. Though the edge of his coat, the human could see something. Was that.. a badge? It would definitely look like one. Was this a police organization?! With digimon?! What was he thinking?
"I've made my decision on what to do with you!", he stated suddenly after a moment, slamming his hand down on the table hard.
He looked to the man slowly and.. he was smiling? "You're Hired"
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Feb 20, 2016 20:49:12 GMT
Takahiro quirks a brow. DATS certainly seems to have a strange policy, when it comes to hiring new agents. Adolescents in parks at night, criminals who waltz through the front door...is there anyone they won't take?
His cellphone beeps, and he quietly excuses himself from the room. Hup. Looks like Scout needs his help with something. Digimon emerging into the real world? He makes sure that he notes with the DATS people that he'll take care of it and sets off, moving from one disaster to another.
[Exit.]
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Post by tridoriyaku on Feb 25, 2016 18:48:01 GMT
Yaku was silent. The mood had shifted so intensely over the last few minutes, and now this man he'd just met was giving him a job. He'd spilled his guts all over the floor in front of these two, and instead of being thrown out for being a belligerent drunk he was being praised. He stared at the man who stood in front of him, waiting for something to happen to take this away, for him to wake up in the riverbed with a new concussion or for the man to suddenly start laughing cruelly. As Takahiro left, Yaku suddenly leapt at the doctor, hugging him weakly. He began sobbing and thanking him, forgetting about his stench and his manners. He'd finally gotten a step towards returning to normal. For one, brief moment the world gave him a kind, honest smile.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you."
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