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The New Guy

Who: Shannon and Roze.
What: Meeting the new roomie and a date.
When: Backdated to December 6th.
Where: Apt F3-09 and on the town.

Finishing up with her shower, Roze poured herself into a slinky green dress and her trademark thigh-high stilettos. Piles of long pink hair too wet to be troubled with were whipped into a quick braid and a few rose-shapped twists, then pinned atop her head.

Shannon might not be able to appreciate the effort, but Roze never went out into public with anything less than her best face - normally. And the dress was more conservative than usual - she hoped it might aid in her not making an ass of herself and inspire a little more modesty for the evening.

Probably not, but at least she was trying.

When she exited the bathroom, the inordinately tall girl felt fairly good about her plans, even if they were more spontaneous than usual. She'd be lying if she said she weren't nervous or excited. She loved sudden plans, after all.

"Hey, anyone out there?" she called around the corner into the room.

If Shannon had already left, she'd just kick back on the couch to wait. Otherwise, she strolled out, looming at 6'4" in her heels with legs that didn't quit, hips for grip and a rack capable of hosting a clearance sale. Cranberry-colored nails tapped idly on the scabbard of a long blade as she hummed to herself, finishing the song she'd been singing as she smiled and waited politely for new companions to familiarize themselves with equally new surroundings.

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"Nah, I just know the suffering that is not having a wardrobe. I showed up here in my boots and a kimono top. The top ended up torn up as a tourniquet and sling when Dante broke his arm. Most of what I've got now I either stole from him or bought piecemeal. I spend most of my money on everyone else," she admitted with a bashful chuckle.

"I bought a couple of my friends new coats, because theirs got really messed up, and before that I spent everything I had on this huge party to help everyone in town get to know each other and recover from one of the attacks on the city. I couldn't afford anything like that this time, and I don't think anyone would go, anyways. Last thing I bought was a dress for myself that I was gonna wear on my birthday. I thought someone would at least take me out."

She shrugged, clucking her tongue softly and heading for the door and out into the hall, keeping a casual pace.

"You know how that went."

Shannon had no problem following her through. With a quick command, Lacey understood they were to follow Roze and her pace, and the guide dog trotted along happily. Kera kept along behind them and on the same side as Lacey; it kept Shannon from getting boxed in between them, some sort of natural rhythm they had found after only knowing each other for a few hours.

"Well, you could always consider this a belated birthday present," Shannon offered. "Hot guy, hot date. Cute dog. Getting a good walk across town. What better way to celebrate, huh?" Yeah, okay, maybe that was a bit sarcastic. Not like Shannon could help it; he very rarely employed those filter things people were always telling him about.

"There's only one thing better, and I'll save that for at least the second date," she drawled with returned sarcasm, cocking a brow and smirking. Her stilettos clicked on the hard floor as she walked, the leather of the boots well worn and whispering softly.

"True though - hot guy, hot date, cute dog trifecta with a bonus snarky Digimon. I must have hit the lottery," the green-eyed girl drawled, clasping her hands behind her back and tossing her hair.

"You want me to tell you things that are on the way as we pass so you can map it out or you gonna go walking out on your own some time? I'm sure you'll be pointing things out too," she remarked, addressing Kera.

"Hey, if you want to save me the breath," Kera said in an equal drawl to before. He had obviously not warmed up to her at all, but as long as she was treating Shannon with the respect he deserved, he would let her continue to play. Kera wasn't so far gone that he didn't see the value in keeping plenty of toys around for entertainment.

"Why don't we start with general districts," Shannon suggested. He had caught onto something of the tone in Kera's voice, but couldn't identify it. The lack of exact recognition bothered him, though not quite the end result it came out to. "We'll work our way down to specifics later on. Like... where are we now in the city? Where's this building?"

She could do no more than flat-eye the Digimon, though flipping him the bird suited her as well, particularly since she didn't have to discreet about it. So she doubled it up, flipping the bird, sticking her tongue out and tugging her lowered eyelid down in a full on gesture of war.

For Shannon, of course, she maintained her casual tone. Shannon wasn't a snotty little shit. If she knew sign-language and knew Kera could understand it she might have carried on an entire shadow conversation. Roze did not do well when challenged in any manner. Anyone could tell her latest friend that she was hyper-aggressive when provoked.

"Districts. Right. Okay..." she turned a few times, orienting herself and trying to remember everywhere she'd been against her internal map, holding her fingers up and pointing for her own purposes. As they walked she told him the particular areas, leaving fine detail for another time. She was through, but easy to follow, focusing on key buildings and districts more than anything. All she could really do was give Shannon the means to get from the apartments to Palette Town, but that was good enough, considering he'd have Kera and Lacey the rest of the time.

It wasn't long at all before she announced they were within a few blocks of the enormous entertainment and shopping center that straddled the main river. Not that he couldn't hear and smell it.

Kera sniffed in superiority. After a moment, he pulled both eyes down and let his long tongue drape out of his mouth and waggle around in the air. He was sorely tempted to add some sort of noise for it, but refrained for much the same reason as Roze. This was a private war, fought in the dead of night.

Shannon merely listened, enraptured and obviously concentrating on some level to lay out a mental map of the area as they traveled. He asked a few clarifying questions here and there, but managed to soak most of it up wordlessly. Just enjoying the walk was enough for him. Kera had been suspiciously quiet as well, letting Shannon's contentedness seep through to him.

"Oh God," Shannon said as the smells finally hit him. "Didn't realize how hungry I was until just now. That smells great."

When Kera responded with such an exaggerated expression Roze had to stifle laughter, clapping a hand over her mouth and waving at him. If they were going to fight, best not do it anywhere around Shannon. She gestured a slicing motion across her neck to signal the fight was postponed, then focused the rest of the trip on Shannon.

"Well, lets grab something quick then yeah?" she laughed, rolling her eyes and sliding her arm in to loop with the man's, nodding for Kera to come as well. She'd buy for everyone, play-enemies included. "We'll order a sit down meal here, go easy, and we'll grab take-out to carry to the apartment on the way out after grabbing some clothes. Sound good?"

Kera only conceded because he could tell Roze had little control over laughing at his war-face. Pathetic, but of course, what did he expect? There would be more time for taunting later, and so he settled down.

Shannon stumbled a bit at her arm, then recovered quickly and continued on like normal. Never let it be said that Shannon Vaughn could not go with the flow. Hell, his entire life was practically going with the flow when the flow wasn't trying to knock him off a cliff. "Sounds perfect," he agreed. "We'll find something for Lacey while we look for clothes, too."

Going with the flow wasn't always Roze's strongest suit, but back home it could be deadly for her to do, so it made sense that she was moderately cautious. At the least she tried to enjoy herself in everything she did, and a date was one of the better places for as much.

"You sure you're not to tired for all this running around?" she asked as they made their way into the food court and towards the Japanese restaurant. "I mean...I'm pretty much always scooping people up into one thing or another, but you kinda threw yourself at this trip with a lot of gusto for someone just gettin' here. I don't wanna make you sick of me before you've even really got good reasons to be. -- We're here. want me to ask if they've got braille menus?" she asked, squinting at the specials board.

"They got specials on tempura udon, omakase and the seafood hibachi. If you want to go big, hibachi is nice but the fire might spook Lacey."

"Roze, I work with the police," Shannon said pointedly, brows raising and amusement tinting his voice heavily. "Sometimes, if I was good, they'd even let me out from behind my desk to come check out crime scenes. My stamina's doing fine, don't worry about it," he concluded.

Kera moved around them, finally pulling himself off the ground and floating like any proper Keramon usually did. He put a hand on Shannon's shoulder and used it to float even higher and look at the menu himself. Shannon wrinkled his nose, but said nothing to suddenly being some kind of ladder for his digimon. "I can ask about the menu, don't worry about it. Or we could just do hibachi — we've done it before. Hibachi is pretty expensive, though, even when it's on special."

"I'm not worried about it. Like I said, I haven't spent anything in a while," she murmured, reaching over and grabbing a sushi menu as well.

"I'll be ordering a few pieces a la carte, too, so just get whatever you guys want, okay? Meanwhile I'll just wait here and try and pretend you didn't mention you work with the police," she added with a snorted laugh.

Shannon managed to flag down one of the workers, giving a quiet request for a braille menu as well. He tilted his head toward Roze once the worker was gone (whether it had been human or digimon was impossible to tell from the momentary interaction and it was almost a relief), and grinned. "Uh-oh," he said, sotto voice. "Are the police a deal-breaker around these parts?"

"I want some of that," Kera said unceremoniously, pointing toward one of the sushi rolls on offer in the menu Roze held. He had switched shoulders and now loomed between them to inspect what else was on offer for dinner that night.

"Hey, not a bad choice!" Roze commended the digimon's taste, nodding approvingly. "You should try this one too, if you don't mind the spice," she added, pointing to another roll and checking things off on the order sheet.

"Ugh. Quail eggs. I always feel guilty. Ah, but they have fatty tuna..." she mumbled, more to herself than either of them.

"Huh? No I wouldn't call it a dealbreaker but uh....I spend a lot of time on the wrong side of the law," the girl confessed, clearing her throat and laughing weakly. "I don't know how much you know about Japanese culture. Suffice to say I'm in a gang. Well...lead a gang. Whatever."

Edited 2013-12-11 04:19 (UTC)

"Okay," Keramon said slowly as he considered the rest of the list. "And this one. For all of us. Shannon, do you like these... California rolls?"

Shannon gave a quick scoff of laughter. "Those are my favorites, but I didn't expect to find them in an authentic joint like this. Oh, thank you," he said aside as a menu was pressed against his arm. He tapped it against his chest while he replied, "Honestly? I'm not an officer. I just help catch the guys that catch their attention. And it's a good thing to put those people away, but there isn't anything I can do here about that. Unless you're planning to start a smuggling ring out of our apartment?"

"Uh, no. In fact to be realistic the kinda gang I'm in isn't known for much more than fights and being a nuisance. Though we tend to join the Yakuza as we get older, depending on things. Like standing records. I've got enough trouble staying in school as it is. Always gettin' ejected for fights. I can't help it though. people are asshole and asshole deserve a fuckin' wallop," she grumbled, adding the other roll and setting the paper aside.

"My mom, on the other hand? She's in and out of jail all the time."

"Your mom isn't you," Shannon said easily. "Some people might be dicks and hold you to their standards, but if people did the same thing with me they'd expect me to be stupidly wealthy and running a sporting goods business. Which... I'd go insane in the first week, let me tell you." He laughed good naturedly, not seeming at all bothered by the tilt of the conversation.

"But, if that was a deflection from talking about you and to start talking about your mom instead..." Shannon shrugged. He wasn't going to complain.

"No, it wasn't. Just a minor mention," she remarked, shrugging and waving the waiter over so she could order hot tea. No sake without being invited to drink.

"I only mentioned it because I inherited the gang from her and talking about her makes me look like saint," she added with a laugh, leaning back in her chair.

"I can talk about me all you like. You were supposed to grill me, officer."

"Ah, that was supposed to be this dinner?" asked Shannon teasingly. He added an order of iced water for himself before the waiter continued on his way, finally setting the menu down to start reading it quietly. "Well, now I have to think of questions. You mentioned some kind of boundary between magical and human before. What does that mean?"

"Oh what, back home? Hm. Well, there's no like, physical boundary or anything. Its kind of an overlap, really. People see what they want to see, so all the spooky, weird things in the world that existed long before mankind, its still there, living in the same cities as everyone else, just invisible to people who aren't really awake to that sort of thing," she explained, resting her hands on the table to weave her fingers together idly.

"Demons is a blanket term back home for anything not human. It covers everything from dragons and faeries to kappa and tengu. People like me come from loads of marriage into demon lines to breed the very best, most skilled and flexible warriors to police the territories and mediate interactions. Mostly just lots of fighting and jurisdictional bullshit. LOADS of racism and elitism."

"Just like any other border police operation," Shannon summarized. "Only with more political BS tying it up. Have you actually started doing any of that yet? You mentioned school and your gang and all that... Or are you actually part of that movement at all?"

It would stand to reason that just as people bred themselves for generations to become the perfect mix of genes and magic, that some people would be born into the lines who wanted nothing to do with it. Like Eli, compared to Javier, Matheus, Harvey... any of the others. (He himself had no idea where he fit on the spectrum, wasn't sure he even belonged in it without memories of what everyone else was on about.)

Maybe Shannon was reading into it too much.

"That was kinda the point with my birthday," she answered after a thoughtful silence. She waited to say more until she had her tea, pouring a cup and holding it for the warmth.

"There's a ritual when Guardians turn eighteen. We're neutral and untouchable until then. After that we're fair game to be hunted down, and we have to accept our role as Guardians and begin meting out justice and handling disputes, etcetra. Lots of Guardians don't make it to nineteen."

"Thus why you're so obsessed about people missing it," Shannon said bluntly. It was considering, too, but mostly blunt. He didn't really see a point to dancing around that particular topic. "Did that happen here? The ritual? Or are you still kinda... technically underaged?"

"There's nobody here to hunt her down anyway," Kera said. It sounded, like many of the things he said, as though he thought the concern Roze was putting into it was rather dumb. "So who cares?"

"Well, that's kinda the point right there. I was celebrating escaping it, you know? As long as I'm here I'm still alive and free to act as I see fit without the circle of elders looming over me or demons begging for help, or the church trying to roast me," she replied, shrugging at Kera.

"And I'm not technically underaged. Sheesh. I'm not underaged at all. I haven't been for years, since age of consent in my birth village is fourteen. I could be married with kids right now, y'know," the girl grumped, taking a swig of her tea and bristling.

"And you never know, someone here could be a hunter or part of the church." She sighed, looking off to the side before rolling her eyes and looking at them both. "My father is here. And if I join the demons instead of the humans, that means we could have to kill each other some day. So he's potentially an enemy, despite being a direct relation. Sort of. He isn't anymore, technically. Its a long story."

"People like you live for a thousand years, and you start having babies at fourteen?"

Shannon shook his head, trying to work the logic of that. Yes, a lot of them didn't make it to 19, apparently, but wouldn't that just engender some sort of natural selection response in the community? He probably shouldn't be analyzing something he didn't really understand, but he couldn't help it. It was part of what made him a good aide to the police, and definitely what made him a huge pain in the ass to people who weren't used to him spouting shit all the time.

"Wait," he said quickly. "Your father but not your father is here? And he's sided with the guys you're against?" Now why did that sound familiar? he thought a bit wryly.

"This is such an excellent first date," Kera commented. "Is our food coming soon or what?"

"Stuff it, bobble-head," she chirped with a saccharine sweet tone, smiling at Kera maliciously.

"And just to clarify, contrary to popular belief, Japanese people tend to have normal lifespans like any other human. The age of consent is different from one place to another in Japan and a lot of the mountain villages have pretty low ages. Once we moved to Shinjuku though the age went up. I was just making a point about it."

She sighed, tossing her hair and casting a look over at the chef's bar. Prepping sushi tended to be quick, but they had ordered a fair amount.

"My father died when I was an infant. He used his own abilities to possess an infant body and grew up alongside me so he wouldn't have to abandon his family or something. Didn't quite work like he wanted but whatever. So...spiritually we're related, but genetically we're not, anymore. Since his first body died. You follow?"

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