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Satoru and Eden's story will never get written. Fail.
I'm trying out another starting point for the story.
And the dialogue will probably get reworked some, because I'm not 100% sure on the sequence of events for this part yet.
Satoru was thoroughly unhappy with the entire venture, this was a conclusion that hadn't taken him very long at all to reach. Orders, however, were orders and so he was stuck with the whole mess, even if he didn't like the way it smelled. Unfortunately, he could assert that particular point literally as well as figuratively. The building that had been chosen to house their communications base was settled beside an alley that seemingly had been converted to a sizable trash dump by the locals. Oh, the slums were certainly charming.
Satoru examined the building with an impatient eye, as if trying to test its weaknesses by sheer willpower alone. As he watched a breeze picked up, tossing his jet black hair about and making the windows rattle ominously. He frowned, the twisting of his mouth emphasizing the scar which cut his lips in half. He didn't like the look of the building at all.
He nearly winced as someone slammed the door to their plain, grey van a little too hard. A quick glance behind affirmed his first suspicion-it was Damien, and the man had a smile that was way too bright for the current situation. He watched as Damien flashed him a thumbs up sign before he turned away sharply. Another slam accompanied the first as the other member of their rag-tag team climbed out of the van.
Satoru sighed, walking up to and into the brick building to give it a quick assessment. Reports said that it would hold up well enough for their purposes, but he wasn't entirely sure he trusted the look of the building from the outside. It had certainly seen better days. Though it didn't really matter, so long as the foundation and the walls were sound he couldn't care less. He wasn't going to be the one staying here anyway. Fifteen minutes later he judged it sound enough and walked back out.
“So what's the verdict, boss?” Damien called out, his brown eyes glinting merrily. Clearly he was aware enough of Satoru's opinion of the building.
“It'll do well enough,” Satoru finally said. “It's not going to fall in on us at the least.”
Damien nodded and turned to grin at the other member of their team, “So Matty, how do you feel about your new real estate?”
“I'm going to kill Arman,” Matthew muttered, sweeping aside some of the woolly curls from his face. “This is a dump.”
“Yes, yes it is,” Damien said gleefully. Damien knew he wasn't going to be staying here either so of course he could afford to be all smug about it.
Matthew rolled his eyes and tugged on Damien's braid in retaliation-hard. Elementary school vengeance somehow always felt right, at least once you were old enough you didn't get lectured for it. He was more than satisfied with Damien's answering squawk of pain.
Damien winced and held up his arms, “What gives? What did I ever do that merited, that, Matty? How cold, you hair abuser! I think you may have even pulled some of it loose.” Damien ran his fingers through his hair, tugging a few loose strands of brown away. “See. Look what you did.”
Matthew did not look at all repentant, so Damien gave up his farce with a grin. “Seriously though, it's not exactly a place anyone's going to stumble upon by accident. Looks like they've mostly been using it as a landfill of sorts. It's perfect for the privacy we need.”
“This does not make me feel better,” Matthew muttered.
“If you two are finished,” Satoru cut in dryly, “get to work unpacking the van. We don't have all day.”
“Yessir,” Damien said, giving him a mock salute.
Matthew shook his head, glancing at Satoru. “He's certainly in high spirits.”
“He's just overjoyed the Commissioner actually approved of his harebrained plan,” Satoru muttered.
“Oh, I dunno,” Matthew said. “I had it figured he was excited you guys got to hang out with a girl.”
“And he gets to flirt with a girl,” Satoru agreed. “She's going to be more trouble than its worth.”
I'm trying out another starting point for the story.
And the dialogue will probably get reworked some, because I'm not 100% sure on the sequence of events for this part yet.
Satoru was thoroughly unhappy with the entire venture, this was a conclusion that hadn't taken him very long at all to reach. Orders, however, were orders and so he was stuck with the whole mess, even if he didn't like the way it smelled. Unfortunately, he could assert that particular point literally as well as figuratively. The building that had been chosen to house their communications base was settled beside an alley that seemingly had been converted to a sizable trash dump by the locals. Oh, the slums were certainly charming.
Satoru examined the building with an impatient eye, as if trying to test its weaknesses by sheer willpower alone. As he watched a breeze picked up, tossing his jet black hair about and making the windows rattle ominously. He frowned, the twisting of his mouth emphasizing the scar which cut his lips in half. He didn't like the look of the building at all.
He nearly winced as someone slammed the door to their plain, grey van a little too hard. A quick glance behind affirmed his first suspicion-it was Damien, and the man had a smile that was way too bright for the current situation. He watched as Damien flashed him a thumbs up sign before he turned away sharply. Another slam accompanied the first as the other member of their rag-tag team climbed out of the van.
Satoru sighed, walking up to and into the brick building to give it a quick assessment. Reports said that it would hold up well enough for their purposes, but he wasn't entirely sure he trusted the look of the building from the outside. It had certainly seen better days. Though it didn't really matter, so long as the foundation and the walls were sound he couldn't care less. He wasn't going to be the one staying here anyway. Fifteen minutes later he judged it sound enough and walked back out.
“So what's the verdict, boss?” Damien called out, his brown eyes glinting merrily. Clearly he was aware enough of Satoru's opinion of the building.
“It'll do well enough,” Satoru finally said. “It's not going to fall in on us at the least.”
Damien nodded and turned to grin at the other member of their team, “So Matty, how do you feel about your new real estate?”
“I'm going to kill Arman,” Matthew muttered, sweeping aside some of the woolly curls from his face. “This is a dump.”
“Yes, yes it is,” Damien said gleefully. Damien knew he wasn't going to be staying here either so of course he could afford to be all smug about it.
Matthew rolled his eyes and tugged on Damien's braid in retaliation-hard. Elementary school vengeance somehow always felt right, at least once you were old enough you didn't get lectured for it. He was more than satisfied with Damien's answering squawk of pain.
Damien winced and held up his arms, “What gives? What did I ever do that merited, that, Matty? How cold, you hair abuser! I think you may have even pulled some of it loose.” Damien ran his fingers through his hair, tugging a few loose strands of brown away. “See. Look what you did.”
Matthew did not look at all repentant, so Damien gave up his farce with a grin. “Seriously though, it's not exactly a place anyone's going to stumble upon by accident. Looks like they've mostly been using it as a landfill of sorts. It's perfect for the privacy we need.”
“This does not make me feel better,” Matthew muttered.
“If you two are finished,” Satoru cut in dryly, “get to work unpacking the van. We don't have all day.”
“Yessir,” Damien said, giving him a mock salute.
Matthew shook his head, glancing at Satoru. “He's certainly in high spirits.”
“He's just overjoyed the Commissioner actually approved of his harebrained plan,” Satoru muttered.
“Oh, I dunno,” Matthew said. “I had it figured he was excited you guys got to hang out with a girl.”
“And he gets to flirt with a girl,” Satoru agreed. “She's going to be more trouble than its worth.”