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Post by Jomei Jodai on Oct 12, 2020 22:16:35 GMT
It was an idyllic autumn afternoon; not too hot, not too chilly. The sun shone bright in the sky, but the clouds in the sky would give everyone a break every so often. The park, an ever common place of activity, was steadily being populated by children and teens; school had ended for them a short while ago, and many took the chance to play before going home and dealing with homework. Jomei was no different, though he wasn't here just to have fun.
Considering that he still had his black schoolbag, it would be fairly obvious he hadn't even stopped home first. He avoided looking too conspicuous, as he wasn't the only kid doing the same, though he could still stand out under closer observation; he was walking around on his own, a plastic bag in his hand, and his head darting back and forth made it clear he was looking for someone.
So what was he up to? A delivery.
Sometimes, they were completely ordinary things that people just wanted delivered as soon as possible, or didn't want to deal with regular delivery places taking days to send a package a few kilometers. Other times, they were things that were pretty suspicious to carry around. Jomei had it drilled in his head that he shouldn't check or ask what he was delivering - it was safer for him that way. Plausible deniability, as it was called. It helped make sure he wouldn't get into too much trouble if he got caught with it, which he'd done a good job of avoiding so far.
And the pay was pretty nice. To him anyways. It wasn't actually that much money, but to a kid his age, it seemed like a lot.
He paused as he finally found the delivery point; a bench by a pair of trees. Fortunately, it was empty, which meant he wasn't late and wouldn't have to wait for people to get off it first. He took a seat, placing the bag to his side as he took out his phone. He'd been given a phrase to wait for, and just needed to review it real quick. Whoever this package was for, would be for the person that said that phrase. He had to be careful he didn't give it to the wrong person, after all.
In part because the person he was delivering it to was supposed to be the one paying him.
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Hel
Rookie
Your move, creep
Posts: 70 
OOC Name: Cinnamon
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Post by Hel on Oct 14, 2020 3:34:02 GMT
If there was something Hel had learned to appreciate, it was sunny days. From what little she could remember about living on the Dark Area, sunlight was usually a nonfactor, the thick black clouds covering the horizon making sure only shadows and rain fell from the sky. Here on Shibuya however? Sunlight was almost inescapable outside hiding under a bridge or in the shadow of a tree, yes, but it also helped her keep warm and dry, something that was particularly welcome when you didn't have a roof over your head.
Yet despite her perpetual lack of a home, now that she had figured out a way between both worlds she wasn't as lacking in money as before. She could afford something fancier than food from a dumpster, some better and bigger clothes to both keep herself warm at night and hide her rather conspicuously inhuman features and hell, even the odd book to read from time to time.
However it was still a matter of finding the right people to buy from...people that wouldn't ask many questions about her odd looks. It was looking for such a thing that she stumbled upon one of the better services she never had before: delivery service. People usually too busy having to deliver packages to worry about small talk. the kind that didn't care if you didn't had an apartment or house adress, just as long as you could give a time and place.
Having just placed an order the day before, the short Wizardmon was now making her way to the park, her odd looks hidden underneath a rather illfitting coat that would have been a lot less conspicuous had it been raining, or at least cloudy, while she carried her pointy witch hat under her arm, hoping the coat would be too distracting for people to focus too long on her even pointier ears.
You know on second thought, maybe she wasn't as big of a fan of the sun as she thought.
As she got close to the designated meeting spot she paused, blinking for a moment as she glanced rather blankly at the person sitting on the specific bench where the trade was to take place. The person she instantly was the one delivering her package. She wasn't exactly knowledgeable about the average human life cycle but even she could tell her messenger was far younger than the norm. Did they really just send out a kid to deliver her package? Either his employers were somehow related to him, or they had little to no shame in drafting a kid into working.
Perhaps both.
Ultimately that was of little concern to her. She wasn't here to question societal morals, she came here for whatever was inside that plastic bag. Her head hanging low she approached the bench, her eyes only looking straight ahead once she was in front of the kid.
"Hey, I'm here for the uhm...package." She said while pointing at the bag by the kid's side, knowing full well she was supposed to give him a specific phrase to actually receive her package, but wanting to make sure she was asking the right person first before they talked business.
Well that and she hoped they could skip the faux-spy thriller nonsense altogether. It was frankly kind of embarrasing having to do such a childish thing out in the open, but she figured saying that it in a secluded place defeated the purpose of having a password at all.
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Post by Jomei Jodai on Oct 14, 2020 18:10:18 GMT
While he did have to review that phrase again, he did make sure to keep an eye out for people that were passing by. He needed to make sure that there wasn't some odd person eyeing the delivery and thinking they could make off with it, or any authority-looking figure that might be catching on to how he wasn't just sitting here waiting for a friend. There was the chance that someone looking on was the person he was delivering to, but he wasn't given a description of what they looked like. Just the phrase.
Still, Jomei hadn't expected someone to approach him straight-on, only looking up at them for a brief moment before pretending he hadn't by looking back at his phone. That coat didn't look very fitting on them, not to mention completely inappropriate for the weather. And that hat they were holding was big, and looked kind of like something out of a cartoon. He didn't see much of their face (his hood and the brim of his own hat made it hard to see a lot), but he could've sworn their ears looked a little funny too. Everything about them drew attention - the exact opposite of how to receive a discrete delivery.
Maybe this was their first time getting a delivery like this.
"Um...What package?" he meekly responded, avoiding eye contact with this person, "I'm just waiting here for a friend." Maybe they just needed a reminder about how this was going to work. "They'll let me know when they get here." Hopefully, they'd get the hint. Or do something less conspicuous than what they were doing.
While he wasn't looking directly at this person, his eyes were looking around to see if they'd attracted any unwanted attention. And so far, a few people were taking a look, though thankfully nobody was approaching yet. It would still be a good idea if they didn't approach the child being confronted by someone in a weird coat. He glanced up again, though still wouldn't make eye contact with the person. "But...you can sit here too. If you want." He scooted the bag onto his lap, motioning over to the empty spot on the bench. Even if their clothes were conspicuous, sitting down would at least let them blend in. If only slightly.
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Hel
Rookie
Your move, creep
Posts: 70
OOC Name: Cinnamon
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Post by Hel on Oct 20, 2020 1:38:07 GMT
Fortunately for Hel, it was easy to determine she had the right person judging by his choice of words and slightly shifty air to them, clearly avoiding eye contact not out of any sort of fear or discomfort (hopefully), but to keep appearances.
Unfortunately for Hel, it seemed there was no way around using the code phrase if she wanted to get her hands on the order. She sighed a bit, but gave him an affirmative nod of the head.
"Thanks, don't mind if I do." She sat on the bench by his side, giving a quick look around as well. She had been drawing some looks but still considerably less so than what she usually got without that coat, so in her mind she still counted this as a win.
She then cleared her throat slightly, and said "The wind is sure cold this time of the year."
Hel kept quiet afterwards, letting those relatively inconspicuous but very specific words hang for a while, waiting for him to acknowledge the phrase...
For all of a couple of seconds before she let out a frustrated groan,
"Who even comes up with this stuff?"
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Post by Jomei Jodai on Oct 20, 2020 19:46:57 GMT
Jomei kept his hands on the package, a precaution in case this person (or someone else) just decided to grab it and run. He was still fairly certain this person was who he was supposed to deliver to, but that wasn't 100%, and he didn't want to look like an idiot and deliver to the wrong person. At least they took his offer and sat down next to him, which seemed to drive away the wandering eyes - or at least the ones that he saw.
The person spoke, and Jomei breathed a sigh of relief; they got the code phrase right. "Right. You'll want to keep warm." He took the bag off his lap, carefully laying it back down in the space between them - and gently pushing it over to the other person. "It's, uh, just what they want us to say. Nobody really says that out of nowhere."
A brief moment passed before he spoke again. "You can check it first if you want. To make sure everything's there." He was aware that giving the package first without request payment was a risk; they could just run off with it without paying. But it was a better outcome than an angry client yelling at him (or worse) for missing something, especially if this was something very important or expensive.
And it would give him a chance to see what exactly he was delivering; he knew he didn't need to know, as it wasn't his business to know, but he couldn't deny the little bit of curiosity was there. He was pretty sure whatever he was delivering wasn't too questionably legal if they were told to meet in such a public place.
His eyes were still focused on the package itself, still avoiding eye contact with the client. It felt more comfortable that way.
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