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Jun'ko walked home from school bobbing to the music coming from her headphones. She had barely managed to pay any attention at school and was glad now that it was over. She had kept falling asleep and having really freaky dreams where she was older with long hair and did horrible things for a man with long blonde hair.
Jun'ko walked into her house and found a note from her mother on the table. She read through it quickly, not believing a word. Her mom was going to make her go to some modeling thing. Great.

::Never a fan of anyhting that was smoked, unless it was smoldering from destruction via his power, a small sphere of similar energy to that which they had been using kept the smoke from directly reaching him, but did cause the loss of visibility for a time::

::Kigen sat back into the relatively comfortable seat::

"A simple question to ask...and equally as difficult to answer..."

::He paused for amoment, eyeing him, and then had a stroke of genius, a new way to try::

"I guess...You could say I am searching for people with exceptional abilities...a talent scout if you will..."

::An ominous tone lingered in his voice, perhaps identifiable, perhaps not...it wasn't meant to be heard...but he was anxious to gather his power back and every time he encountered a new "theif" it was always an experience.::

"And you have Precisely what I am looking for..."

Hata was seated at a little table by the window. He flipped through a menu, first deciding that a caffeinated beverage was in order, and then selecting a tofu burger and cheese fries. The waitress took his order, and promptly left Hata to stare out the window until his food was ready. He glanced around the room. Just normal people eating food. Nothing odd, nothing unusual. So why the hell did he feel like something was strange was going on? He began fidgeting with the salt shaker as his thoughts fell back to the weird guy had met earlier. No, the feeling he was getting now was not quite the same. Now he was not feeling angry or frightened or creeped out. He just felt anxious. It was not the kind of anxious he felt right before he got into a fight. No, it was more like the anxiousness he felt as a child when his parents watched him practice kendo. He felt like he had someone to impress, someone who he respected greatly.

"Right," he whispered to himself, "Like anyone here cares about you."

"So what's in it for me?" Kenjiro asked, folding his hands behind his head as the cigarette balanced in his lips. "I'm not getting into anything for no good reason."

(I'll do something with him.)

"Why should I believe you? For all I know you cold be one of those bad guys." Kenjiro didn't like this guy. He was too pushy.

::Leanig back again, Kigen felt this taking a down turn..'NO!..Not another failure...'[?] he thought to himslelf.::

"A healthy dose of skepticism can keep you alive longer...so I take no offense to you not trusting me. I think...in time, you will come to realize the connection between us. I feel it as clearly as I feel my own self..." ::touching his hands together for emphasis::

"Of course...that is not somehting I can share with you...or force upon you. So I will leave you to make your own decision...but do not dally long. That could be danhgerous."

::He scooted out now and stood up as if to leave, the world around them beginning to move..ever so slowly, merging of time redy to take place::

::Leaning over and extending a hand:: "By the way..I don;t belive I caught your name..."

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::As the sound eneded, Kage paused. He felt fine...as if he had not gone to any party, and gotten drunk for the first time in his life...he felt...good. That in and of itsself had the potential to dirve him mad...because now he wanted to know..what..where...how....::

::He continued to follow the lingering sensation...towards thecollege...he only hoped that no one would see him. Not likeley...he was one of the few people who wore a suit every day. He was normally a good student, dedicated...but he had no great excuse for this missing of class. Not that it was the end of the world, but reputations get influenced/altered by such things. He came around a corner, and the "trail" seemed to go cold. He looked around curiously::

::Inside, this incensed Kigen, as this was an indication that this encounter...just as all the others, had not gone nearly as well as planned, but outwardly, he continued his farce of cordiallity, wondering whether or not he should just attack and kill the next one he came upon, indstead of trying to get an in...nothing seemed to be working...::

"Kenryoku...Kigen Kenryoku I'm used to First name, Last name ^_^;...and I believe we will meet again.

::Relatively angered that the boy had refused his hand, he barely managed to contain himself to simply pull it back, and try not to look "hurt" by the gesture. He turned and began walking towards the door, time itsself speeding back to catch up with them, so that byt the time everything hit normal time...he was in the same spot he had been, only turned around. Anyone watching would simply thinki they blinked and misxed him turning around. He then took a few more steps to the door, and turned to glance back at the boy, one more time, hand on the door, ready to open it::

::Kigen had seen that gesture before...and it had not been on good terms. Inwardly, he struggled not to break, outwardly he did his best to follow through with his farce...simply frowning, trying to look hurt, and nodding hishead, almost dissaprovingly. His hand however...no longer resting on the door handle, was squeezing tightly, on the very edge of breaking the handle, almost shaking. The way he was standing, this was hidden from view, and he turned and headed out taking a DEEP breath.::

::Outside, he turned his attentions to the new sensation he had felt earlier....Not the same as the others. Perhaps there wa simportance to this...he began to walk...slowly, letting his banger abate as he went::