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 Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 3:48 pm
A place full of bustling life, emotions rising and falling like the tides, and full of people. People walking, people talking, people sleeping, people gift shopping, people eating, people drinking. The AR was almost invasively persistent, showing advertisement upon travel guide upon hotel information upon advertisement, and there was a heavy beat of music blaring from all the speakers. Gift shops, refreshment stands, and information booths lined all the walls, except in the waiting areas, and service 'bots constantly whizzed from one place to another.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 5:08 pm
There were times when James genuinely hated people. Now, now was one of those times. The hustle and bustle of people was so intense getting off the plane that he'd barely breathing room. As he made his way into the airport proper, alongside that strange girl from first class, he set his comm to hidden mode. He didn't want to get blinded and deafened by the AR.
"Obviously, you know my name..." he said simply to her. "So what might be yours?" Never a moment without being calm.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 5:25 pm
When I woke up, the plane was landing. once the plane had landed, I got up and exited the plane, planning to go get my luggage, when Dnrag, who had been beside me as I got up and exited the plane, asked me what my name was. I replied, saying: "Stella. Stella Holmes. And sorry, I actually DON'T remember your name. I was half-asleep and had been shot three times when it was explained it was a test, and although I remember the lead goon calling you by name, I don't recall what your name is. So, mind telling me YOUR name?" After saying this, I started walking towards the baggage claim section, assuming that if Dnrag bothered enough to ask my name, he would bother enough to follow me to baggage claim. After all, no sense in wasting time, is there? And he probably had luggage of his own to claim, judging from the fact that he carried nothing except a small daypack.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 6:29 pm
"Ah, Miss Holmes... The Stella Holmes, I take? I admire your work." He gave a small benign smile. "I am James Fujiyama." A small adjustment to his black hair, pulling the ponytail out. His hair was remarkably straight. He retrieved his sword case and armour crate efficiently and quickly. "Do take care." he said to her, as he made his way to the front entrance to hail a taxi.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 6:56 pm
I said: "Always nice to meet a fan, James. And you take care as well." Then, I headed towards the front entrance, where I was accosted by a person wearing a nicely tailored suit who said: "Madam Holmes, if you would be so kind as to follow me, your ride is awaiting you outside." "Very well, lead on," I said, and followed the person to a parked limousine. The person opened the door for me, when I stopped him, and said: "Wait" "Of course, madam" he said. "James, I have a free ride here, want me to give you a lift?" I asked. The person who I assumed to be my driver looked a bit surprised at my suggestion, but did not offer any objections.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 7:56 pm
An arched brow. A free ride from a stranger? In the business Mr. Fujiyama was in, nice people don't exist. Everyone wants something, so what did Stella want? All the same, it would be extremely rude to say no... He nodded. "Certainly, as long as you do not mind sharing the seat with some of my things... I doubt the trunk is large enough for this." He tapped the crate lightly.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 10:10 pm
"Meh, it looks to me to be a limousine, so I am not thinking space will be lacking."Once we had all our stuff in the vehicle and seated ourselves, the driver said: "Where to, madam?" So I said, "Wherever James wishes to go, seeing as I have the rest of today free." After James had specified his location and the limousine had started it's journey, I said: " James, as you have probably guessed, I did not simply wish to offer you a lift to wherever you wished to go. I want to offer you something much, much more. A job. I run a Dojo, teaching martial arts. I watched the way you moved in that plane, the way you handled the pistol I gave you, and the way you reacted to those terrorists, including how you stayed perfectly calm the whole time. I have decided that I wish to expand what my Dojo teaches, from simply teaching unarmed combat, to also teach all other forms of combat. To do so, I need teachers. I will offer you a very special deal, because I can use someone who is as cool under stress as you. A 10,000Y signing bonus and 20 hours a week, with twenty days sick leave and and twenty vacation days a year, a wage equal to 15% total profits, a 15% stock option, and a complete healthcare package while you work for me, with a 10-year contract. What do you say?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 10:25 pm
James blinked. That was... Unexpected. "Your offer honours me, Stella-san. That said, I have other obligations, other employments. You might have guessed from the little altercation aboard our flight. Your offer is tempting, I assure you, but I will need time to consider it."
He paused a moment, lightly touching the crate beside him. He was Ronin for a reason, to be employed for something as mundane as teaching what he knew... Well, the offer was tempting as he said, but his heart still loved the thrill and power of true combat, to the death.
"If you leave me your commcode, Stella-san, I assure you I will get back to you soon with a more appropriate response."
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 10:31 pm
Upon hearing this, I said: "But of course, I would expect nothing less from you." I then gave him my commcode, and made small talk about inconsequential things until we arrived at the location James had specified.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 10:43 pm
The Regent hotel. James had received a message on the plane that he'd accommodations there under his alias, Saijin Yotori. The limo pulled up, and James smiled his thanks. Small talk was nice, he supposed, but he was a man that disliked speaking without saying anything. "It has been a lovely ride, Stella-san. We shall be in touch." With that, he hauled up his crate and day bag, and got out of the car. The trunk popped, and he retrieved the long ebon case with his daisho.
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