Aug 30 12:02:02 105 PA

From Chronicles

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The samurai from another land has come to the park to practice again. He is under a tree, and just standing there, waiting for something. His eyes are closed, and his senses heightened. Or at least his hearing, becuase everyone's hearing is when their eyes are closed.The day is a bit sunny, and the time is near after sunrise, in the morning, but not too early. not many people are in the park at this time.

Caliopa is here to run, in jogging pants and a t-shirt, her hair tied up into a ponytail. She begins to stretch, near the gates, before starting to run along a path. The ponytail bounces, glinting red in the sunlight, as she runs. She glances around at the people in the park as she runs.

Oradro is off to one side of one of the usual park paths, presently speaking with some younger man in low tones. While Oradro seems perfectly calm about what ever is going on, the other man seems a little nervous, glancing around time to time as if he were worried he'd get scolded or caught doing something he wasnt supposed to. "Sure, I can hook you up no problem. Long as you got the cred I can get what your looking for. Small stuff I can do now.. bigger orders.. well that takes longer."

A single leaf falls near him enough so that his eyes open, quickly, his eyes fixate on the leaf and he draws his sword and tries to slice it neatly in half. HOwever, he only nicks it slightly and it continues to fall. "I do need more practice." He says in a thick japanese accent and he then bends over to pick up the leaf and rises, holding it in his hand and fingers.

Caliopa's steps keep the pace as she nears where Hamamoto stands, and as the sword is drawn, she stops, staring openly, curiousity in her face, in her honest brown eyes. She shoves her hands into her pockets before drawing a little closer, out of sword's swing, having learnt that lesson well. "You killin' leaves?" She calls, with a sunny smile.

"Well.. I dunno.. my folks might not agree.." the younger man says softly "Well then what the hell are you standing around wasting my time for?" Oradro asks, not angrily, but more matter of factly. "Your a grown kid. Make your own damn decisions or get outta my face and go back to kindie. Not like you'd be the only person in this town who likes to take a few favours to a rage hey? So either we can nut out or you can take a hike. Your call."

Desmond comes from deeper into the park, casually carrying his sketchpad in hand as he walks. There is a sense of unhurried ease about the big male, his relaxed gaze rolling across this and that as he walks. As he comes near enough to be seen by those in this area, he pauses and his gaze lingers off to his left for a few moments. But whatever did hold his attention briefly loses it after a few moments and he continues on steadily. He comes upon Oradro and his 'customer' first along his steady walk. The nature of their discussion catches the big male's attention, his brow furrowed slightly as his gaze lingers towards them for a few moments at least.

The smaller man then looks to the woman addressing him so casually, he then frowns slightly, but tilts his head slightly. "I do not kill leaves, for leaves, once they fall, are dead. What I am doing is becoming one with nature. Becoming one with the world. If you close your eyes, and listen, you can hear the wind, feel the sun, and listen as a single leaf falls down to the ground. Its hard to do, and takes many years of practice."

Caliopa moves forward, listening to his words, returning the tilt of the head with a bow of her own. "Becomin' one with nature?" She repeats, doubt written on her face before she closes her eyes, listening. She shifts restlessly, hearing the voices of Oradro and his customer, but shakes her head, opening her eyes again. "Guess I can't do it."

"Well.. I mean I guess. My friends uhh.." The young man mutters, seemingly growing even more nervous now that even more people are showing up. "Yeah. I get it, your friend expect you to bring a few things make the rage bit more of a rage and all that. But my point is I got better things to do than stand around all day while your indecisive with yourself just cuase of what your oldies may or may not say about what you do with -your- life." Oradro retorts "So you want the stuff or not? Yes or no mate, I dont really care either way." the whole wihle Oradro's tone is supprisingly nonchalant and at least a little civil, though it's clear he's getting a little exasperated with the fellow. But eventually the other man relents "Yeah.. umm yeah ok." the trade off is quick and easy after that point with the young man taking off as soon as he can right after, leaving Oradro to pocket a small handful of credits. At which point he notices Desmond's gaze "What you wanting something too mate? Maybe little something to spice up the life." a brief gaze over the massive feline "Or maybe help you in a fight hey? Give you that little added edge?"

His interest casually perked, Desmond comes to a rolling pause as his general forward path comes to the nearest point he will reach with Oradro, short of actively adjusting his direction. Though what interest he has doesn't show clearly in expression, the straight, neutral set of his expression remaining. "One wonders what you might mean by such an offer," he rumbles, his deep voice rolling at a 'just enough' level as he considers the man with a slow, casual sweep of his eyes.

"And that is the hardest part, focusing the mind to disreagrd all distractions. To be everywhere of everything, and yet, nothing. It is the essence of the void." He then smiles slightly, and bows. "My name is Family Name: Hamamoto, personal name: Kiriji. So, Hamamoto Kiriji, a samurai form the New Empire." He then looks around. "To disregard distractions allows one to focus solely on the task in front of you."

Calipa returns the bow slowly, not entirely correctly but the willingness is there. "Cali. Well, Caliopa actually but only my pa calls me that." She hesitates, utterly truthful, "And some girl whose bike I fixed." She frowns slightly, glancing around. "Uh, are you that bloke Ordo spoke to? Over his thing?"

"Wonder? At what?" Oradro asks of Desmond as he at least nets a response. The man quick to hook into it further, to lure in perhaps another customer for the day. Or not. Time will tell but you never know unless you try. "Words is what I speak my man. Some folk look for a little something extra to help them unwind.. others look forsomething extra to instead wind them up. Like lot of the neer do wells in the dregs. Pop combat stims and the like, lotta mercs round here seem to like em too."

Desmond grunts lowly then and shakes his head slightly. "I have looked into such things as combat drugs," he states in a steady rumble, latching on to the part of that which he understands clearly. "I have been told they will not give me appreciable enhancement to make a difference. And many are.. troublesome to deal with, by the look of them." He turns then, casually approaching the man, seeming to warm somewhat to the topic, even if such isn't betrayed by his steady voice and expression.

"Indeed, the warrior Ordo found himself confronted by inner turmoil. I helped him work through the inner turmoil with training. He worked through his problems with the inner fire?" He then nods his head softly. "Do you now Ordo-san then?" He then looks aroudn at the cat and then man talking and frowns slightly, then looks back to the woman.

Caliopa moves a little closer, tilting her head slightly to look at him. "I know him, he is kinda datin' a friend of mine." She glances over her shoulder, following his gaze, her smile warming her face again. "That is Desmond, friend of ours." She comments, a wrinkle creasing her forehead. "Ain't sure who that bloke is." She turns back, business on her mind. "You any good with other psi stuff? That ain't fire..."

Oradro ahhhs "A dicerning customer then you would be my fine feline chummer." he responds to Desmond's statement. Taking the approach as a potentially good sign. Like a used car salesman he warms up tot he topic slowly and with a subtle pitch "Now giant mountain of a fellow like you likely doesnt need such things terribly much, but I'm sure you'll find there are at least a few thinsg out there that can still give you a tiny edge. And it's true. Some of the heavy hitters can be pretty nasty stuff. To be honest I tend not to recomend them to most folk, but a few want em anyway and I'm certainly not going to deny them their own pleasures so long as they got the cred to pay. There are however a few friendlier things out there, they dont give you much of a boost perhaps but they still give you an edge. Faster reflexes for example. Why there's even one that for a short time hypes you up just like a juicer without all the nasty side effects of kicking the bucket in four years."

Desmond listens to the spiel with a thoughtful lean to his expression, mutely taking in the words right up to the last, which encourages an upward hike to his brows. In just as steady a tone, the big cat states, "I am told I already match them in speed and power. Which, perhaps, is why it was said I gain no benefit," he muses aloud. He doesn't sound boastful, despite the obvious lean of those words. "You think you have something that will augment me with minimal side effects? I am not one to have will enslaved by chemicals or to have my senses impaired." The ball batted back toward Oradro.

"I am afraid you are mistaken, Cali-san. I am not a trainer of this...psionics. I do not know the first thing about it." He then tilts his head slightly more. "I am a trainer of people. I bring out the potential of people. In whatever they wish. Ordo-san feared his inner fire. I helped him overcome that fear, to use his abilities to the fullest. I can help you train touse your abilities as well. But I will have to speak at length with you and consider the best approach to do so." Hamamoto then looks to the two. "I know of Desmond-san. I met him once before. I do not think he thought much of me. Or perhaps my perceptions were in error."

"Cali-san?" She repeats with a slightly confused air before shaking her head, dismissing the odd naming. "Desmond ain't got a bad bone in him." She comments softly before turning back to business. "You reckon you can help? Seems like it grows, like Ordo's, 'n' someone told me..." She hesitates, her gaze skittering across, away. "Someone said you can get lost in the machines, doin' what I do. I ain't fond of that idea."

Oradro mmmms considering Desmonds words for a few moments before he thoughtfully rummages through one of his pockets, comming out with a small bottle of pills. Ones that much look like standard painkillers through the fogged plastic container. The man giving the bottle a light little shake. "These here might do the trick. Lotta folk seem to like em. Doesnt last too long but clears your head, gives you a good buzz and makes you lighter on your feet. Jazzed up version of cocaine really." he says looking sideways at the bottle "Without all the nasty side effects of the real stuff. Synthetic see, I dont understand the whole deal on it though. You'd need to ask some one who actually makes the stuff I guess. Still, lotta folk swear by it and it's bout as light as it gets while still giving you abit of edge over the competition."

Desmond shifts his eyes towards the bottle when it is drawn out. He considers it briefly before his eyes return to Oradro himself. "I see. By your words it sounds favorable, but you will understand if I am not so quick to accept your words by their own merit alone. What is this substance called?" His head tipping towards the bottle casually as he asks after the name. "If your recommendation proves fruitful, I may desire a measure of it."

"Sadly, Cali-san, everyone has their dark side. Everyone is mean, and everyone is kind. Everyone is everything. And yet, nothing, much like the situation. It depends on one's choices in life." Hamamoto then looks at her. "I can help, if you wish for me to help. As for machines, I do not know, I do not care for them." He then looks around the park.

Caliopa lifts her shoulders in a shrug, the movement odd with her hands deep into her pockets. "Kid says stuff like that but I reckon deep down, most folks are nice." She returns the look steadily, considering, before nodding. "I got to get back to the shop, but mebbe meet up 'n' figure a piece out?" She smiles then, her face lighting up. "I love machines. They talk to me, see."

"Well this here be called 'snapcoke' mate. Stuffs not too strong, maybe you get the odd bum pill too I guess. But it's not too likely to mess you up any time soon you know?" Oradro says considering the bottle a few moments longer before reaching into another pocket and pulling out a small dime bag. "If your really that currious about it I suppos I could spot you a sampler or two. Let you try the goods as it were if you were so inclined."

Desmond mutely commits the name to memory, following Oradro's movements casually with his eyes. Gaze lingering only briefly on the small bag drawn out before his eyes lift towards the man's once more. He's silent for a few moments, his thoughts ending with a rumbled, "Very well. I would favor a sample to investigate," he agrees readily enough. Of course, taking such a thing requires being closer, thus the imposing feline will advance, moving towards an easier arm's length. "I will see if it meets my needs,"

It is the sworn duty of New Empire to avoid any and all technology, and to not use any personally." He then shrugs a little. "Circumstances not withstanding, it is impossible to do here. However, I do manage quite a bit. I, personally, have no bias to tech. I think its the pride that technology can produce in some. To think that technology is better than people. It is people we should be concerned with, and not the gizmos. For instance, technology made people before the cataclysm fat and lazy, and made them quite weak."

Caliopa's smile fades and a frown appears on her face, wrinkling her forehead. "Ain't sure we see eye to eye on that one. The machines, they ain't the same as folks. Jus' different." She shakes her head, moving away from that minefield. "Where can I likely find you? I got to get back, got customer's waitin'."

Oradro hummfs softly "WEll then." he says not having quite expected such a decent reaction as he'd gotten to be honest, he pops the lid off the bottle and taps out two of the pills into the little bag before sealing both up and holding out the smaller bag to Desmond "There you go chummer. Just keep in mind, like I said it's light stuff. Wont do much but then wont cause you harm neither. There's better stuff but they tend to saddle you with a headache or similar crap. This stuff just gives you a good buzz and clears your head real good like."

Desmond waits patiently for the sample to be given, casually observing the man's movements without a hint of suspicion. When the bag is extended, he extends one hand, open palm up to receive it. Once given, he shifts it, casually slipping the bag into his jacket pocket. "I will investigate it. Assuming I am satisfied that it will be worth my use, I may contact you again." A pause before he adds, "There is an easy means of this?"

"Of course, Cali-san, you can find me at my farm, in the farming district outside the city a ways. It is an easy ride. If necessary, I can come and meet you in the city to escort you." He then bows slightly. "We are not in the New Empire, Cali-san. You must follow as you wish. If you like the machines, you like them. I can tell you why I do not. But then, I don't dislike them either." He then looks to the two others and frowns slightly.

Caliopa's frown vanishes at the easing of the topic and she returns the bow. "I'll come find you then." She nods in confirmation of her words, turning away to jog towards the gates, giving Desmond a yelled greeting and a wave as she passes the two men.

"WEll.. I suppose so. You could allways ring me up I guess or leave word round the dregs. Some one will find me eventually. I work mostly word of mouth and all that you know? Just a small bit of extra scratch on the side when work is scarce or the bounty just aint worth going after." Oradro says after a few moments, putting the pill bottle back away into one of his pockets. "I trust however, you'll find your not going to be dissapointed with the results so long as your expectations are on the level."

Desmond looks up when Cali calls out to him in passing, dipping his head toward her, rumbling his norm in greeting, "Cali." His eyes catch upon Hamamoto in the process and vague recognition hits. He dips his head towards the man as well. But Oradro's response draws his attention again, the big male nodding slightly. "I will evaluate it," he promises simply. "I am Desmond. You are?"

Hamamoto then sheathes his sword in a fluid practiced motions and then looks to the two, and when the cat nods his head, he returns the nod, rbiefly. He then starts to walk out of the park, frowning in thought.

"You can call me Oradro. Though you may find I go by any number of names depending on who I'm dealing with. Name of the game so to speak. Keeps the prey on their toes if you know what I mean." He says "I'll leave you to figgure out what name is the real one hey?"

Desmond's brow furrows slightly at the response he gets, considering Oradro thoughtfully for a few moments before he rumbles, "As long as uttering the name draws your attention to me, what it is matters little to me." His rumbling voice betraying only a simple matter of factness. After another flicker of pause, he wonders, "You spoke of bounties and the like? You are a mercenary, then?" His furrow easing, expression shifting back into steady neutral.

"Mercenary, bounty hunter, fighter, soundrel. What ever you care to call it. I specialize in hunting people though. I've yet to run into prey I couldnt eventually run down." Oradro admits "But in a town full of such folk, you seem oddly supprised at my stated profession."

"Not surprised, merely curious," Desmond replies. "It is true, those who fight for money are not so rare. I do so myself from time to time, though I do not walk the path of battle so often as I have in the past. Even so, one must ever be prepared." He considers the human quietly for a moment after before asking, "Such as you do now, when not hunting, is likely an inconsistent source of money. Have you ever considered a more stable means of employment?" A potentially leading question, but one that is given with that same straight line tone, lacking audible guile.

Oradro shrugs, and looks around the park in a noncommital manner "Eh, dont see no reason to. What else would I do? Fighting keeps me well fed, desk jobs just make me starve so seems to me doing what I do keeps a good balance. Allways some iddiot thinking they can tak eme out in the dregs so they can score some free dope. And when it's not them it's the bounties or maybe the odd critter out in the wilds. Like those dinosaur things I've been hearing bout."

Desmond shakes his head slightly. "No.. I did not mean that aspect of your work. I understand quite well how much a proper job of that sort can provide," he rumbles. "I more mean this selling." A casual gesture made towards Oradro himself. "I suppose that you find that lucrative as well? It must be, if you are attacked for what you provide." Mused thoughtfully, that last.

"Oh well yeah I suppose it can be. And if it aint me doing the selling it'll be some one else so I figgured when the chance came up.. why not it be me?" the man says, shifting back to lean agianst a nearby tree as he continues his conversation wiht Desmond. Oradro crosses his arms then before continuing "Helps pay the rent anyway and it's something to do when there's no better work to be had. And sometimes you score a big hit."

"I suppose so," Desmond rumbles thoughtfully. "I find it preferable to have something more steady. But if you are pleased with your path, that is what matters most." He pauses for a moment, then launches another of those thoughtful questions. "What do you see in your future?" Given with little indication of just what he's up to. But he seems to have interest in the potential answers he might receive.

Oradro cocks his head to the side as he's sideswiped by that particular question. "What do you mean what do I see in my future?" he asks seeming slightly confused by the question, not to mention his tone is slightly defensive. Not certain what brought that particular thing out.

"Do you plan to do that which you do today for the rest of your days?" Desmond returning question with question, but he elaborates on this one, his deep voice remaining steady on. "It is something I have considered much. It makes me curious what another would think of such thought to the future. I do not do today just what I did before.. my view of what lies before changed. If you have not considered such things, you should." Again, his tone remains steady on, the words that could be seen as chiding not given that precise tone.

Oradro shrugs "I dont bother thinking that far ahead to be honest. No point. I'm not like most people you see, I dont get to have the fairytale ending of a white picket fence home where I can just kick up my feet and relax for the rest of my days when I get old. Doubt that sort of thing is possible for some one like me really."

Desmond cants his head slightly at the response he gets, gaze fixed on the human as he visibly considers his words. "I know not why you speak of fences, but I understand the core of your thoughts. You walk a dangerous path and such a thing is never certain, especially on the field of battle. Even so, you might give thought to such things." The big male will lift a hand, resting it on Oradro's shoulder as he states in no uncertain terms, "Much have I gathered which I thought impossible. There is no promise in it, but never is a word I have since ceased using." His hand will slip away then, if it hasn't been shaken off already. "I should go, but I will seek you again if I have need of your services," he states.

Oradro gives a currious glance at that hand, but seems a little too unwilling to say anything about it and it slips away before he can really get uncomfortable about it all. "There's nothing to consider about it. Some people get their white picket fence houses, but not folk like me... Desmond. There's things going on here you just dont understand and I'm honestly, not about to tell you when I dont even know you."

Desmond dips his head once and rumbles, "As you say. Perhaps in time we shall share more, if that is what shall be. Until such time, farewell." His head dipped along with those words of parting, lingering briefly for any response before he turns to continue on the path he was walking before.

Oradro shrugs and gives a half hearted wave "Right well.. take care or what ever. Lemmie know if you want more of the snapcoke.. or even want to try something a little heavier duty."

Desmond nods his head once more to the words given before he turns, continuing his slow, steady walk through the park, headed for the entrance as he goes on about his way with the same slow, languid air. Location:Kingsdale - The park Tags:caliopa, desmond, hamamoto, oradro