[a mystery. at least it's less that he's meaning to be rude and more he doesn't understand how technology works 90% of the time... being old is a trial.]
Take your time, I'll make my way over there. It's partially about the Wasteland. I want to make sure we have some time.
[it's not hard to find her when he gets there - she's ostensibly reading on a bench, but in truth in high alert for whoever would approach her. there's a degree of caution she needs to use if someone's contacting her about the Wastelands - a dozen possibilities fly through her head. but, she's waiting.
it could be good. but years have taught her to expect the worst.]
[Thank goodness she's somewhere easy to spot. Considering his height, he can be picked out pretty easy, especially when he starts dispersing from the crowds with more intention to try and seek her out.
His spear is kept to the side, nodding at his approach. The Sutoku pin is kept visible at his collar, the distance fair and hopefully safe.]
Dyer-san. Sorry this is has to be how we meet in person... [The nod turns into a short bow, an acknowledgement of rank.] Otegine - please keep me in your care.
...Ah, is it fine to stay out here, or do you want to find somewhere else to talk?
Mn, you're too kind. Otegine is just fine, if you want.
[He'll settle to a seat next to her with a tired exhale, his weapon settling to lean against his shoulder from the front - close enough to be out of everyone's way within reason, and so that he can still keep an easy hand on it. It's a practiced stance, one he doesn't seem to struggle with.]
I, uh...
I'd like to at least start by saying I know you're looking for help in the wastelands. If there's any way I can assist, I'd prefer to be of use, especially for a combat scenario. I know I can show my worth in that much of a capacity. If you would have me, that is.
[A beat, letting it settle.]
However. I... just would rather you know of a couple things, before I officially ask for permission. Something's come up from a different faction that might affect some of us out on the wastelands, and I'd rather we be careful.
Do you know much about what the wastelands does to the youkai of the city, Dyer-san?
...I don't, I'll admit. That'll be another piece of information to research and add to the list of things to know for the wastelands. I assumed that they were left to be worn down, to lead an empty existence, but from your words, I assume that's not the case.
[she feels the ghost of a bird's taloned grip on her ribcage - Hibiki is listening in as well, in case they need to prepare for something to spiral out of control.]
Mn... Not so much that as just, ah... a little more context, I guess? I can't say I've learned anything too substantial, or I would have made it more public.
[As in, her base assumption is still correct, from what little he knows.]
Anyway...I was told that it's the lack of support overtime that brings those spirits to a breaking point out there. A... social support, I mean, something with structure. So long as a similar being goes out there with others that they can rely on and trust to keep them... uh, "themselves"... then apparently it shouldn't be a problem.
[slowly, Emily nods, considering that in the larger picture.]
You say it's not substantial, but to me, that's terribly important. Thank you, Otegine, for now I know that no one should be going out alone. No one will lack the support they need during this excursion - even if they're new in this city, that doesn't mean they're alone.
[she smiles at him to punctuate it. it had been part of what she'd meant at that meeting, that the Alliance chose to work together, that people aren't going to simply be left like so much dust.]
[His smile back is hesitant and a little awkward, but genuine nonetheless. He wasn't expecting the thanks.]
It has a couple of us worried for those in the Lost Souls that aren't entirely human, especially if they're new to the city. How I found out was kind of from a friend of a friend, anyway, so I don't know if it's public knowledge.
But, still...! If it keeps us prepared for a worst-case scenario, it's all for the better, right?
[A beat, and his body language tenses up. This is normally such a taboo, one he shouldn't even TRY to think about discussing, but... the alternative would be so much worse, if things did go wrong.]
It's... why I didn't, uh.... why I didn't want to fully offer myself for assistance without your awareness.
[understanding passes over her, and she reaches to gently touch his arm. he's uncomfortable, she knows, and she wants to impart that she won't tell - this is his own to hold, to disclose if needed. she'll be aware, but nothing will change in how she treats him.]
I'd be honored to have your help with this. Frankly, I'm not much of a fighter at all, so if it comes to that, I'll need those I can rely on. My strength lies in healing - so whatever occurs, I'll make sure to take care of you.
[It's not as though he was expecting disgust or anything... but to not be considered a liability up front, to have a touch of something that makes his chest tighten in a way he can't really put words towards... it leaves him dumbfounded for a few seconds.]
If... i-if you're sure, then I--! [He lights up with excitement fresh in his eyes, only to bite it back down almost as fast as he thinks better of it. Okay, okay, tone it down a bit.]
I... uh... Thank you. Thank you, ma'am. [He clears his throat.] I... don't know if normal healing will work, but... I'll try to source things on my own for that. Maybe it'll be a little easier if I explain?
[...]
This... needs to stay between us, okay? Ryouma knows already, but...
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I think there's something we really need to talk about. But if this is interrupting your work or anything, there's no pressure.
Just message me back when you can?
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Hello, I am currently finishing up my shift, but if you'd like to talk, I'm happy to meet you nearby.
[she'll send a location - it's a small park not too far off from the clinic location.]
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Take your time, I'll make my way over there. It's partially about the Wasteland. I want to make sure we have some time.
Thanks.
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it could be good. but years have taught her to expect the worst.]
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His spear is kept to the side, nodding at his approach. The Sutoku pin is kept visible at his collar, the distance fair and hopefully safe.]
Dyer-san. Sorry this is has to be how we meet in person... [The nod turns into a short bow, an acknowledgement of rank.] Otegine - please keep me in your care.
...Ah, is it fine to stay out here, or do you want to find somewhere else to talk?
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Please, sit, Mr. Otegine. The weather's fine, and you've nothing to apologize for.
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[He'll settle to a seat next to her with a tired exhale, his weapon settling to lean against his shoulder from the front - close enough to be out of everyone's way within reason, and so that he can still keep an easy hand on it. It's a practiced stance, one he doesn't seem to struggle with.]
I, uh...
I'd like to at least start by saying I know you're looking for help in the wastelands. If there's any way I can assist, I'd prefer to be of use, especially for a combat scenario. I know I can show my worth in that much of a capacity. If you would have me, that is.
[A beat, letting it settle.]
However. I... just would rather you know of a couple things, before I officially ask for permission. Something's come up from a different faction that might affect some of us out on the wastelands, and I'd rather we be careful.
Do you know much about what the wastelands does to the youkai of the city, Dyer-san?
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[she feels the ghost of a bird's taloned grip on her ribcage - Hibiki is listening in as well, in case they need to prepare for something to spiral out of control.]
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[As in, her base assumption is still correct, from what little he knows.]
Anyway...I was told that it's the lack of support overtime that brings those spirits to a breaking point out there. A... social support, I mean, something with structure. So long as a similar being goes out there with others that they can rely on and trust to keep them... uh, "themselves"... then apparently it shouldn't be a problem.
[...]
I don't know how set in stone that is, though.
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You say it's not substantial, but to me, that's terribly important. Thank you, Otegine, for now I know that no one should be going out alone. No one will lack the support they need during this excursion - even if they're new in this city, that doesn't mean they're alone.
[she smiles at him to punctuate it. it had been part of what she'd meant at that meeting, that the Alliance chose to work together, that people aren't going to simply be left like so much dust.]
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[His smile back is hesitant and a little awkward, but genuine nonetheless. He wasn't expecting the thanks.]
It has a couple of us worried for those in the Lost Souls that aren't entirely human, especially if they're new to the city. How I found out was kind of from a friend of a friend, anyway, so I don't know if it's public knowledge.
But, still...! If it keeps us prepared for a worst-case scenario, it's all for the better, right?
[A beat, and his body language tenses up. This is normally such a taboo, one he shouldn't even TRY to think about discussing, but... the alternative would be so much worse, if things did go wrong.]
It's... why I didn't, uh.... why I didn't want to fully offer myself for assistance without your awareness.
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I'd be honored to have your help with this. Frankly, I'm not much of a fighter at all, so if it comes to that, I'll need those I can rely on. My strength lies in healing - so whatever occurs, I'll make sure to take care of you.
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[It's not as though he was expecting disgust or anything... but to not be considered a liability up front, to have a touch of something that makes his chest tighten in a way he can't really put words towards... it leaves him dumbfounded for a few seconds.]
If... i-if you're sure, then I--! [He lights up with excitement fresh in his eyes, only to bite it back down almost as fast as he thinks better of it. Okay, okay, tone it down a bit.]
I... uh... Thank you. Thank you, ma'am. [He clears his throat.] I... don't know if normal healing will work, but... I'll try to source things on my own for that. Maybe it'll be a little easier if I explain?
[...]
This... needs to stay between us, okay? Ryouma knows already, but...
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[she's used to privacy for medical reasons, anyway.]