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Six Months Later (Evans/Open to DATS Members)
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jan 25, 2016 2:19:37 GMT
A cold, hard winter had fallen, not just one of ice and snow, but one of sadness. Tridori Yaku was once a no-named cog in society. He sat in a desk, he didn't bother anyone, he had a wife and a decent home, and he just wanted to have a son as well. He and his wife loved each other, very much. Even as days turned to weeks, into months, into even years, Yaku continued his endless cycle. Home, work, home, work, the cycle continued until one fateful day. One day Yaku learned of a new world, a world of sight, sound, and mind. The Digital World confused and astounded the man, but life conspired against him. Yaku spent a year in the digital world. It was a harsh, cruel year, and by the time Yaku had returned, he was missing and presumed dead... except by a few.
In the Digital World Yaku had performed deeds to get home. Terrible, unlawful, lethal deeds. Blood had fallen on his hands, and his actions had made him a very, very public figure amongst a few. And now Yaku stood at the edge of a bridge overlooking the Shibuya River, staring at the frozen water beneath him. The time was 12:30 AM, in his hand was a half-drunken bottle of sake, and before him was a drop long enough to kill him. Suicide is a common problem in Japan, especially among salarymen. But Yaku wasn't a salaryman anymore, he'd lost his job, what with the "vanishing for a year" negatively impacting his career. For the longest time he had slept in a motel, and searched for his wife in the day.
He never found her.
Yaku vaguely remembered the river, how it lead to the Digital World. In his sake-muddled mind it seemed like a good idea: let god decide if he should die in the human world or return to the digital. He paused, staring at the icy drink below, then turned to look at the only remaining photo he had of her: a photo he'd kept in his grip for that entire year, a photo that he'd have fought and died for had fate allowed it. He wasn't sure if anyone knew he was here, but if they did he didn't care.
Yaku put his best foot forward, dropping the bottle into the river to confirm the water was, in fact, running. Just as the man let go, a piece of paper flew into his chest. Pausing and picking up the piece of paper, between the tears, liquor, darkness, snow, and poor condition of the page he could make out a few key words: "Wanted", "Man", "Suit", "Report", "Duty!", and enough parts of an address to make a rough estimate of where it was located. Gasping, Yaku's mind went to the most helpful idea it could muster: "A job!" Scrambling to get off the ledge, Yaku laughed happily as the heavens seemed to have answered his prayers.
It took three hours for the drunken man to find the building, and four more for him to wake up from the nap he'd taken. An additional 2 to beat his hang-over and change into the remaining pieces of clean clothing he owned, and Yaku looked... well, not presentable, but he looked a lot better than he did dangling over that edge. Smiling, Yaku entered the building and immediately a foul aroma hit the air surrounding him. Approaching the front desk, Yaku slammed the paper in front of the secretary, smiled brightly, and cockily shouted.
"I'm your man!"
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 25, 2016 2:45:02 GMT
A young, short teen in a DATS uniform had been talking to the secretary, and blinks. He's...used to being talked over, and interrupted. After all, he was a shy retiring nerd. The quiet type. Still, the...stench of this man drew his attention. He almost gags, in fact! He exchanges a look with the secretary, and looks over the paper.
Takahiro frowns, adjusting his glasses. He then reaches down to his hip and pulls out his own Digivice IC, just...so he's ready if any trouble starts here. Right. Logically the first thing to do is to take him to a holding area while he sorts out some admin stuff, and informs a higher up.
“Sir? H-hello. Would you mind, uh, would you mind coming with me, please?” His plan is to take him to an interview room and contain him in there. Leave Petermon outside to guard him. It's not a bad plan.
He's only been here a few weeks, so he's not exactly sure of all the procedures yet, but he's pretty sure this is a case where airing on the side of caution is a good idea. Better they put a potentially innocent man in a room for a few hours, than let a criminal wander freely around DATS HQ.
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jan 25, 2016 4:05:04 GMT
Yaku nods, following Takahiro into the next room. "Uh, sorry about the smell, my shower's on the fritz." That was a boldfaced lie, Yaku hadn't showered in weeks since he was tossed out of his motel. The businessman's demeanor wasn't that of a hardened criminal mafiosi like the poster claimed he was though. A bad liar? Yes. Smelly as a roadkilled skunk? Yes. A terrorist who killed thousands on a whim? Very unlikely. As Yaku was lead to the holding cell he blinked at the boy. He seemed a bit young for a job here... then he noticed the digivice. "Wait." He said, slightly surprised.
His mind ran through the options. Maybe he was seeing things? Maybe it's a tamagotchi he was using to pass his time? But the more he thought on the situation, about a child with a digivice in an office building in the middle of the day. "What're you holding there?" He asked, trying to sound casually curious but instead sounding like a massive creep trying to talk a kid away from his parents. Given the scent of liquor, the stench, the unkempt beard, he certainly fit the description. Pity it was too late, the moment he stepped out of the main lobby was the moment he entered a government building and anything incriminating was being recorded and he was a second away from being pummeled by government paid digimon.
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 25, 2016 23:28:06 GMT
Takahiro offers him a diplomatic smile, “Just this way sir,” He gestures towards an interview room. It doesn't look like a cell, so maybe it'll keep the man calm? It's also better than trying to drag the man through the entire building. Not only is Takahiro young, small, and physically weak...but he really doesn't want to touch someone who smells like that. Ever. Maybe 'stench' is at the top of his list of crimes?
He glances at his Digivice IC. At least it isn't quite as conspicuous as his old D3. “It's just a, uh. It's just a walky-talky,” Well, it is a big building. Maybe they need to be able to communicate for...urgent...paperwork? Nope. “If you'll just take a seat in the, uh. Take a seat in the interview room, please, s-sir. I'll get someone to come and see you shortly,” His voice. Is he always so nervous? No, nervous isn't the right word. He's stumbling over words, as though he's struggling to settle on them.
Oh right. Takahiro's always like that.
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jan 25, 2016 23:52:18 GMT
"A walkie talkie huh? I just ask because it looks a bit familiar." Yaku was hoping the boy would catch what he meant by that. "So, you're a bit young. Are you one of the worker's kids or...?" Yaku trailed off, looking at the cell he was lead to. As he entered the room and turned to look at the boy he got a better look at the digivice. Although it confirmed his suspicions, he didn't think anything of it. He'd met plenty of children in the digital world (that's not as creepy as it sounds, I swear) and they held a variety of these devices. He was, however, curious as to why the boy was holding it so readily? Did he look like a threat? Yaku looked around the rather normal looking room. There didn't appear to be any TVs or magazines around.
He took a chair and sat down, not wishing to be a bother. "Well, I was um, I was hoping that I'd look better than this for when this finally happened... do you think it'll effect my chances?" Yaku asked, unaware of the true weight of the situation. "W-wait, I should probably introduce myself!" He stood up again and gave a polite bow. "I'm sorry, my name is Tridori Yaku. I've been waiting for something like this to happen for a long time, b-but don't tell anyone I said that. C-could I have something to read? If it's not too much trouble, I mean." Yaku regretted not checking if there was a bowl of candy on the front desk, because now he felt a bit faint.
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 26, 2016 2:09:06 GMT
“Oh, no, th-this is work experience. With school, uh. With school, you know?” Takahiro gestures to a chair on one side of the table. This man doesn't seem dangerous, but that doesn't really mean much. His brother doesn't seem dangerous either, but he turns into a ridiculous golden ballerina that can destroy things by shouting at them. What is life, anyway?
He gives a small bow as the man introduces himself, “Takahiro Evans. I'll see what we have, sir. And I'll have someone bring you some water, as well. Excuse me,” He steps out of the room, and closes the door. Once out in the corridor, he releases Petermon from the Digivice. The humanoid fairy-man nods, and takes a position next to the door, casually leaning against the wall. Guard duty! Or a displaced cosplayer. In the meantime, Takahiro hurries off to find out what exactly he's supposed to do in this situation. Call the boss, surely!
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Post by 恕修The Doctor火花 on Jan 27, 2016 1:07:21 GMT
D.A.T.S has quite the lovely campus in central Shibuya. IT stuck out against the city, with fields and fences and trees, almost like a university of sorts. The tree cover also helped keep out prying eyes from above, and though it felt open that was simply a ruse as well. Thin fences along the outside seemed to infer easy entrance and egress to the land, making very few people wonder about what was inside when in fact there were almost no gaps in the fence, and the tree cover and bushes grew too thick to see though just a few meters past the fence. It was a type of hiding in plain sight, don't act suspicious and people don't go poking.
That wasn't the focus now however, it seemed they had a visitor, D.A.T.S Main building being along the street allowing easy access without entering the grounds, the man would have no trouble getting in, getting out however may be a different story.
The large young adult walked along the corridors, fiddling with a key-chain in his pocket and humming some old tune as he headed toward the front desk, he'd apparently been paged on some issue? The secretary didn't really go into detail. She didn't usually though, she was a more to the point say as little as she could kinda gal, she spent more time filing her nails and thinking up quips about visitors than answering phones and such but he liked her character. "Hey Beth I got paged what's up?", he asked leaning on the counter as he approached.
She just shrugged without really looking up at him, "How am I supposed to know, some kid and a hobo, I unno,"she trailed off into a mumble at the end just making Josh chuckle.
"Alright, I'll do some investigating! Thanks, keep up the good work!", he patted the table and headed off down the opposite corridor.
"Tch"
He was only a few steps in when he saw one of his officers speeding down the hallway in his direction. "Oh? Takahiro?"
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 27, 2016 4:41:35 GMT
“Ah! Sir!” Takahiro hurries over to Josh, green and black Digivice still in hand, “There's a man called Tridori Yaku i-in an interview room just through there. He, um. He's w-wanted for a number of, um. Wanted for a number of crimes. I've left my partner, Petermon, to guard him,”
He's a little out of breath. Poor kid. Still, this is above his pay grade. It's still his first couple of weeks after all, and...well, Josh is basically 'the boss', so taking the issue to him seems to be the best idea here...
“I, uh. It might be best if I, um, if I hand it off to you here, s-sir. I think this is...out of my area of expertise,”
He's admitting there's something he isn't good at! Oh my! How unusual! Really, there should probably more of a rush, but Takahiro is confident in Petermon's ability to keep the man in the room, if he even considers leaving. Hopefully Josh will be in there and dealing with the situation before Yaku is even suspicious, though.
Eheh. Yeaaaaah. Good luck with that.
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jan 27, 2016 5:18:51 GMT
And so began Yaku's difficult time of waiting. He didn't mind, really. This was a big chance for him, he thought. A big chance to become a productive member of society once more! He'd be able to get a new home, with new possessions, and a new car to help him look for his wife. Who knows, maybe, just maybe, if he was lucky, he'd be able to find his wife before any of those. But he looked over himself. He stunk to high heaven, he'd not shaved in far too long, his toupee was hardly a toupee anymore, he sold his suitcase for sake money, if he had any more business cards they'd have been too crumpled to use or read, the last time he slept in a bed was during the holidays when he visited Vetina. In short: He REALLY needed this job. Standing up, Yaku approached the door and tried to pull it open.
"Ah!" He said, a bit shocked to see Petermon on the other side. "Oh, I-uh, I'm sorry, I was hoping to use the bathroom and... um... I... I-I'll hold it, yeah?" He stammered and closed the door on the mon before it could react.
For the last year and a half, Yaku had plenty of doubts. He doubted the world, he doubted himself, he doubted God, he doubted the sky above and the oceans below, he even doubted forces such as justice, love, and fate, but this... he had no doubt in this. "That was a digimon." He whispered to himself, realizing he'd just crawled out of the rabbit hole only for it to start pulling him back.
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Post by 恕修The Doctor火花 on Jan 29, 2016 5:28:38 GMT
"What?! Out of your area of- nahhh", he waved a hand to dismiss that claim, patting the kid on the back probably pushing him forward a bit with all his strength. "Now come on, I wouldn't've let you in if I didn't think you could handle anything that came your way! You gotta have more confidence than that!", he'd look down to the boy with that signature grin of his, the light always seeming to catch it just right to give it a sheen just at the correct moment.
It was a bit cheezy but it was just so hard to feel down at all with such a cheery Boss around. "Though I am interested if you came to me... Arrow!", he said taking out an iC digivice from his pocket, a bit odd since he had his other normal digivice clipped to his belt. Two digivices? "What do we know about Tridori Yaku".
After a second the device replied. "Not much is known, Wanted mainly in whitewater over rumors of terrorism. From the level of destruction in the dark area it's presumed his digimon is ultimate to mega level. Civilian records show he presumably disappeared some time ago but before that had no outstanding acts to report.".
"Hmmm, what do you think Taka, should we have a little chat with him?", he smirked a bit, lighthearted given the interesting report. "See exactly what he has to say about all these rumors.
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As if to add to his stress and precariously teetering sanity, his whisper would be met with a simple electronic reply. "Indeed". The reply seeming to come from the air around him. Of course he could have just imagined it? What exactly was going on here.
The door pushed open suddenly, possibly shoving the man back if he hadn't moved from behind it. The imposing boy stepping in and then letting the other officer come in as well before closing the door. "Mister Tridori... tell us what brings you here today?"
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 30, 2016 20:58:38 GMT
Takahiro stares at Joshua as his teeth catch the light and literally shine. Is his boss even real? Maybe he's some kind of governmental cyborg sent to secretly destroy the Digital World? Meh. Sounds like more paperwork than its worth, though. “I, um. O-okay,” He allows himself to be led around by the older teen.
Guh, what has he gotten himself into with this job? Terrorists and madmen? Hadn't he signed up to stop violent Digimon from attacking people? To find unregistered Digimon and either have them register or send them back home? He's still not sure this is something he should be involved in. No doubt his parents will have something meaningful to offer, later...
The boy follows his superior officer back into the interview room after giving Petermon (who was still standing outside the door) a brief nod, and then returning him to the Digivice. Handy feature. He eyes Tridori with a little more suspicion than before, trying to work him out. Neh. Pointless. He calls up the man's file on his tablet and starts to read it over, letting Josh steer the conversation for the moment.
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Post by tridoriyaku on Jan 31, 2016 3:39:49 GMT
Yaku backed away from the door as it opened, Joshua's appearance calming the man ever so slightly. The man shook very slightly, looking over the new man and trying to see if he too had a digivice. "Uh, hello." Yaku bowed, his toupee barely clinging to his scalp. "I'm pleased to meet you." He carefully backs up into the room and takes a seat. "I'd um... I assume you've seen my papers, given how quickly you were willing to let me in." Yaku paused, trying to identify which company this was. Had he sent in a resume to this one? He must have if they knew his name and were so willing to interview him. "I'd give you a business card, but I'm afraid I left them at home... I hope this doesn't upset you, I've been going through a rough patch as of late."
Yaku took out a handkerchief and wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, taking off his broken glasses and cleaning them as well, letting the two see his eyes. "But It's best not to let our personal lives interfere with our professional ones, right?" He reached into his jacket, unwisely.
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Post by 恕修The Doctor火花 on Feb 2, 2016 0:08:57 GMT
"Take a seat", he said friendly enough pointing to the chair on the other side of the table, closest to the back wall. From the way the entered you couldn't get a good enough view of his waist to actually see if he had a digivice or not just yet.
He seemed much more nervous than expected. Did he know why he was here. "Pleased to meet you too, and you could say that.", he nodded observing the mannerisms of their captive. "I've read up on you a bit, mostly in the hallway just now actually. Quite the repertoire you've built up for yourself.". He'd lean back in his chair a bit, giving you view of the D-Tector digivice on his belt.
"Business card? Oh don't worry about that, so what's this rough patch exactly, I'm more of a fan of mixing business and personal myself. ", he seemed curious now. Something wasn't adding up, he was far to nervous to just be in trouble. Especially for someone described in those documents. It may be that rumors spread further than the truth... did this guy even know where he was?
Josh noted the man reaching into his jacket as well but didn't react, watching closely however. Even with criminals he was an over-trusting person.
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Feb 4, 2016 2:50:34 GMT
Takahiro decides to leave the majority of this to Joshua. He can use it as an opportunity to learn, and gain an insight into how DATS deals with humans. ...How had he thought they dealt with humans? ...Maybe he thought they were meant to attack them like Digimon, and try to revert them into a Digitama!
...Wait, no. That's not how humans work.
He stands near the door, keeping and eye on proceedings as he continues to look things over on his tablet. He makes sure to take notes as well, of course. Crazy, crazy proceedings.
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Post by tridoriyaku on Feb 4, 2016 18:03:41 GMT
Yaku spotted the D-Tector, hoping his potential new boss hadn't thought he was staring at something else. He took out the photo of him and his wife, taking a deep breath as he looked it over for strength. He carefully put it back, not sure if the two men would have seen it. "You gentlemen have heard of... digimon, yes?" He asked, taking a deep breath. "Because there was one just outside the room, a few moments ago." He really hoped he wasn't hallucinating the digivices, the last thing he needed was a trip to the mad house. "I'm not 100% sure what this company does, honestly. I've been living a long, shabby life for the last year and a half." He took off his mostly broken glasses and set them on the table. "I'm going to tell you two my story, and I will let you judge if I have the experience needed to be here or just return to the streets."
"I have been lying since I walked into this room." Yaku began. "My name IS Tridori Yaku, and I might have sent a resume to your company during my past years, but I do not have an apartment. I do not have a home, I drink, I tried to kill myself just five hours earlier. You may be thinking I am not worth anything, but I am. Gentlemen, I have worked in fifteen different companies in every department from finances to janitorial. A year and a half ago I met a woman, a kind woman, an odd woman. A digimon." He took a deep breath again. "Two weeks later she brought me to the Digital World, and I got lost. I am going to tell you two something that will probably shock you, but I do not have a partner, I do not have a spirit, I don't even have a digivice. I had to survive in the Digital World for a year on luck and intuition."
"I have worked for many different creatures in my time there, met more than you know, fought lunatics and escaped madmen, I have gone to every corner of that continent, including several of the islands. I have more experience with the Digital nature than I do the real one. I've eaten meat apples, I've slept in Tentomon nests, I've sailed the blood sea, clawed my way out of dungeons, been broasted alive and not one person helped me get home. This clothing I'm wearing CAME FROM the digital world, and I still have the receipt. If this job has anything to do with Digimon, then my glasses are more qualified than most men you've seen." He pushed his shattered, missing lenses, and rusted glasses to them to emphasize his point.
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