nocure (nocure) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-05-17 10:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-14, nikita |
And they say Bio-Terrorists don't make house calls anymore...
Who: Katsuo and Nikita
Where: Nikita's office over at Cherryblossom Place
When: Around mid-day
Why: To discuss the fruits of habitation and weapons dealing
Katsuo had been traveling all night but he'd finally reached his destination as the trail Kumiko left had ended in this little town. He was irritated from being out in the day, but he had to set exactly where he was going to live first before he could rest. The hotel at the airport was fine for a few nights, but it would not nearly be fit enough for habitation once he'd re-acquired what he showed up here for. After a little bit of research he'd picked out the place with the highest rents and decided that was a good place to look for a home away from home. These sleepy little American towns had none of the charms of his native country, but this was where Kumiko had ended up so this was where he would stay until he found her.
As usual, his suit was impeccably pressed and his countenance indescribably cold as his white eyes washed over the outside of Cherryblossom Place. Approaching the doorman to the building he didn't cast even a second glance as the man's face turned almost stark white. He simply headed to where the main office was as the man ran off to, Katsuo assumed, the location of the nearest lavatory or potted plant. While in the elevator he made a quick call on his cellphone to the number the doorman gave him, and made an appointment with the landlady's assistant for the rather oddly specific time of 12:37. Stepping out of the elevator and approaching Nikita's office at roughly 12:35, he apologized to her assistant and stated that he would politely wait for his proper time. If all went well, he would have a new residence within the hour and he could resume his search for his lost lotus blossom.