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Post by Frankie Bennson on Apr 28, 2012 18:44:10 GMT -5
Frankie opened the door to his appartment, leaving it open for Tekka. It was pretty small, perfect size for one person if he said so himself. In the living room there was a tv, couch, and a coffee table. The Ookami sat everything but the soda down on it and went off to get some glasses and ice for the two of them. "Make yourself at home," he told her from the tiny kitchen. "Not the nicest of places, but I try to keep it tidy." Well, aside from the desk with the various letters between him and his brother through out the years, but he always found himself looking through them, it helped kill time.
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Post by Tekka King on Apr 28, 2012 18:57:06 GMT -5
Tekka gave a small salute as Frankie bid her to get comfortable and promptly began poking through the apartment. She was fairly curious about Frankie, and immensely curious about Greg. Frankie MUST have more information on the guy... She gave a quick scan of the rooms before heading back towards the couch. After all, she didn't want Frankie to think she only came over to snoop... And she might as well try a little recruiting and informing while she was here. "'S better than the HQ rooms." She commented with a shrug as she flopped onto the couch.
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Post by Frankie Bennson on Apr 28, 2012 19:31:06 GMT -5
Frankie laughed at the comment, coming back into the living room with two glasses of soda. He handed one to Tekka before sitting on the couch. He opened the bag of chips and salsa he had left on the table, starting on his favorite snack while looking back at Tekka. "So what were ya gonna tell me?" he asked her.
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Post by Tekka King on Apr 28, 2012 19:58:19 GMT -5
Tekka blinked and then recalled what she had mentioned about Hotaru back in the store and snagged a chip. "Well, it's about Hotaru, your brother's redheaded friend." She munched the chip. "She's in some trouble, pretty deep too. Nothing to do with the gang or anything, just... there are some real psychos out there..." Her hand crept to her side, a scar was fresh on her side from the knife wound she had taken at the graveyard.
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Post by Frankie Bennson on Apr 28, 2012 20:07:17 GMT -5
Frankie listened to Tekka calmly, dipping a chip into the hot sauce and eating it before he spoke. "Well any friend of Greg's is a friend of mine, so what's goin' on exactly? And how can I help?" he really was wanting to anything to help, especially if it meant getting to learn more about his brother in the end.
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Post by Tekka King on Apr 28, 2012 20:13:54 GMT -5
Tekka leaned back in her spot on the couch. "Well, there are these three nutjobs who kidnapped her. We think they're making their own twisted little family... Me and her other friends and family, that is." Another chip was eaten. "We're planning an attack to get her back, get in, kick some ass, get out with her intact." A shrug was given. "Which all sort of hinges on how tomorrow goes, I'm going to gather information at the manor, which is the most likely area that they're keeping her." She broke open the bag of chocolate bars and began to munch on those instead.
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Post by Frankie Bennson on Apr 28, 2012 20:28:00 GMT -5
Frankie's eyes widen with the blond's explanation. That... Was certainly not good. "Wow," he said, trying to take that in. He had never really been part of anything before, his life was dull and boring, but this. "But, what can I do? I wanna help."
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Post by Tekka King on Apr 28, 2012 20:32:57 GMT -5
Tekka washed a mouthful of candy down with some of the soda before speaking again. "You'd have to talk to either my brother or Matsuda or Eva or Cross." She said, rattling off the list of people who probably were going to be playing the most important roles in the whole damn assault. "But theses guys are dangerous, Frankie." She warned, lifting her shirt up just enough to reveal the fading cuts and her scar. "One of them we think is a cannibal, another can't feel pain, and the third is an unknown who's capable of just about anything..."
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Post by Frankie Bennson on Apr 28, 2012 20:42:09 GMT -5
The Ookami looked down at the cut at Tekka's side in shock. He quickly regained his composure and looked back at her. "I don't care how dangerous they are." he told her. "If she meant a lot to my brother then I wanna do everything I can to help save her." he wasn't the strongest, or the smartest, or the 'est' at anything, but he couldn't help it.
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Post by Tekka King on Apr 28, 2012 20:50:33 GMT -5
Tekka grinned and dropped the fabric back over the cuts. "That's the spirit." She said, unwrapping another bar of chocolate. "I'll get Matsu to drop by soon, he's Ruru's brother and he's the most levelheaded..." She would have gotten Jack to do it... but he wasn't himself lately. It was pretty obvious he was blaming himself for letting Ruru get taken. He had been throwing himself wholeheartedly into training with Aiden and Eva to get stronger for the potential fight, though. Tekka had a feeling sending him to talk to Frankie would be a bad idea.
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Post by Frankie Bennson on Apr 28, 2012 21:10:37 GMT -5
Frankie nodded. "Works for me." he said, taking a drink. He took a moment to think about everything. What on earth was he getting into? This was crazy, he didn't even know anyone, would they even WANT his help?
He shook that thought out of his mind, he was gonna find some way to help, whether they liked it or not. "Is there anything in particular I should know or is that about it for now?" he wanted to make sure he got every detail he needed down.
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Post by Tekka King on Apr 28, 2012 21:18:21 GMT -5
Tekka scratched her cheek. "I think that's about it..." She said, not entirely sure herself if there was anything else vitally important to tell him. "If you come up with any more questions, though, Matsu should be happy to help you. And he'll give you more in-depth information than me." Not to mention that by the time Matsuda came around they'd have done surveillance, too. "Truth be told, you don't look like much of a fighter..." She glanced him over. Looked much more like an average Joe than the others. Even Minori had had muscle on him, if he was a potter or sculptor or whatever Jack had told her then that made sense.
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Post by Frankie Bennson on Apr 28, 2012 21:30:27 GMT -5
Frankie sighed. "I know, I never really had the need to learn to fight, and my dad never really approved of that sorta stuff." he explained. "After my parents split I was kinda sheltered." His dad didn't even approve of the whole tattoo artist thing he was shooting for pretty soon, but oh well, parents these days.
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Post by Tekka King on Apr 28, 2012 22:00:25 GMT -5
Tekka hrmed and hawed for a bit, then snapped her fingers. "Ah! Yeah, I've got an idea then." She grinned. "If you can't fight you'd wind up being cannon fodder, but we have a nurse who might need some help. Her name's Keisko and I'll see if Matsu'll bring her with him to meetcha." It was always better to have multiple people capable of helping the injured.
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Post by Frankie Bennson on Apr 28, 2012 22:12:10 GMT -5
Frankie nodded, smiling a little more. "Alright, yeah I can do that!" he agreed happily. He could do that, no problem at all, he'd be perfectly fine with that job. He took another chip and dipped, munching on it after dipping it in the salsa once again.
"So now that we've got it figured out for the moment," he started. "I guess it'd be fair if you had any questions for me." he was, after all, a random stranger to her no matter which way you looked at it.
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