4/24/2003

04:03 PM

Logfile from Chase.

 

The Berkley Apartments - 302

Clearly, apartment 302 is a bachelor's land that knows no womanly touch. While the apartment is clean, even immaculate, it's hard to mistake the gender preferences of the decor. The main room is painted a neutral creme color with a tan border that displays many different kinds of fish around the world; On the walls, glass-windowed storage cabinets hold poles, tack and bridle for horses, nets, ropes, and any number of bestiary-related clutter, most of which can't possibly be of any use in the city. Tools hang on a cork board on the far wall, ranging from different gauges of wire to a welding torch. Contrastingly, the kitchen is decked out in warm shades of red and white, with an expansive spice set and expensive cutlery visible among the otherwise immaculate countertops. Stranger yet is the complete absence of electronics; No clock, TV, radio, or telephone grace the entire apartment, and both the table and the massive bed that sits in the bedroom seem handmade, if awkwardly so.

Namame is here.

Obvious exits:

Exit

 

Travis is here. He's been here for a while, because he's wanted to make sure that Inami's ankle wasn't more than just a bit sprained. He won't be easily seen, because he has other motives for being around this time as well. He'll just hide here in the shadows and wait for Tomite to show.

 

And in Chase comes, blowing through the door with backpack in hand, and slamming it behind him. Humming some tune or another under his breath, school pack is dropped negligently into a chair and he is calling out, "Kenny, you here?" Not getting any immediate response, he continues on into the kitchen to see if they actually have anything in the fridge, and it isn't too outdated.

 

Travis took the time to stand before Chase's entrance, his sword already in hand, and just ready to make some sort of impression on the boy.  Swinging, he manages to only tap the refrigerator door with the tip of his blade.  "Tomite, it's time we talked. You've done some stupid things, and I'm here to take care of that. You've given me reason to distrust you, and that's never a good thing." 

 

Chase startles at the tap, jumping back a pace before he can get his hands upon what looked to actually be apples in there. Real red apples. "Dammit, Travis! You scared the crap out of me. What're you doing lurking in corners around here?" He takes another step back at the sight of the sword, flickering a glance back at the man holding it, "Just talking, right?"

 

Travis shrugs, no emotion showing in his face, which might be a bit too familiar for this seishi.  "Talk? Maybe, that's up to you. You know where you stand with me right now, boy, and we both know that I won't spend much time mourning your life if it ends."  It's the old Namame again, with all of the edges that Hatsui's influence had taken away in this lifetime.  "I can either take care of you now or I can give you the chance to prove that you're really willing to be a seishi. It's up to you." 

 

Chase quietly listens to him, drawing back another pace for some more space between him and Namame. His eyes narrow though, a stiffness drawing along his back as the same argument is brought before him, "The fact that any of you should even have to question me... or have me prove myself to you is...." He shakes his head from side to side, belligerence showing once again. But curiosity ends up winning out, inevitable. "How do you mean?"

 

Travis waves off the arguments. "Nothing you can say will change my mind, Tomite. You're either ally or enemy, you have to take your pick because I can't let you be a liability. It's not personal at all, it's just what I do, ne?"  The sword is held in readiness to attack the seishi if he has to.  "You know this oni, Reese, ne? You were kind of friendly with her miko, and with her. You want to prove you're not in bed with the Yin? I want her dead, but it has to be done from a distance." 

 

"I haven't seen Reese at all since just before I found you, Travis. And I think you have a pretty good idea on how that went," Chase answers slowly, keeping a wary gaze on the other man. He frowns once again, but this time it is a little more different than before. More cautious than anything. His voice slowly eases, "Are you asking me to kill an oni?"

Travis grins, but it's a rather cold expression. "I want this oni dead, and I've promised that I won't go after her, I also need it done from a distance, and you'll have to hunt her down. This is something I could take care of on my own if it weren't for those things. I want you to kill this oni, yes." 

 

Chase simply watches the other man, a riot of emotions showing in his eyes as compared to the other man. Nobody ever said Tomite was good at keeping up dispassion. Curiosity, confusion, wonder, caution, and then possibly even a glimmer of hope. "If I do this, you won't question me? I'll have proved myself to the rest of you? I'll do it."

 

Travis nods once, sheathing the sword and leaning back against the wall.  "Hai, you do this and I won't question your loyalty again. You'll have proved yourself as one of us, and I won't have to kill you. Don't think that I'd have any trouble getting rid of you as a problem, Tomite, we both know I don't work that way." 

 

Chase's gaze drifts up from the man's sheathed sword and back to him. Again, his voice comes slowly, "I know." He takes a moment though, peering across to Travis as warily as ever before adding, "I already know where she lives and were she goes to work, but other than that... when?"

 

Travis shrugs, pushing himself away from the wall.  "You decide when, but I want it done as soon as possible. If she's not dead within the next two weeks, Tomite, I'm going to visit you again for an explanation. Tch.. damned pup."  With that, he heads toward the door. "Jya." 

 

Namame walks out of the apartment.