Fall of Smith - Beginning of Great Wisdom - RPLOG

Participants

• Hajime
• Smith

Date

1/1/2015

Log

Further in to the city, Hajime had instead escorted Smith to her own place of residence, though she had to help him down the stairs to reach the access door. Her residence was actually under a building, protected by two padlocked doors... The outer of which was occasionally soaked in cum.

The inside, was... Relatively good a place to stay, having one.. two... three, rooms? One of which was a bathroom, and the other a room which is cluttered with lots and lots of books, and newspapers, and a laptop. The latter of which doesn't have internet, of course, but it's useful for digital file storage.

The muscled medics, though confused, don't argue. Dr. Finnick had told them to listen to Ms. Dachi, after all. They set the stretcher, with Smith attached, down on a relatively uncluttered space, turning the stretcher into a table/bed of sorts. With that, they step back, nodding to Hajime and leaving, shutting the doors behind them. Smith turns and moans, struggling weakly against the straps, provided for his safety.

Hajime, making sure to lock both doors, approaches a dangling cord in the middle of the room, tugging lightly on it. As she did so, the room illuminates properly with a couple interlocked hanging lightbulbs. Hajime proceeds to approach Smith, kneeling down under her stretcher to unfasten the straps keeping him down. He can't do much harm to anyone here, so she doesn't see them as being a necessary precaution. "Good morning, Smith..." she says up to the big guy, "Someone slept in," she jokes, referring to the current time - 2:40PM.

Smith mumbles, rolling off the stretcher and thumping onto the floor, head first.

Hajime jumps slightly, banging her head on the 'roof' of the stretcher. "Ow!" she yelps, before looking across to Smith. "E-erm... Sorry there, buddy..." she chuckles, crawling over to give him a light wakeup nudge. "Rise and shine, sleepy guy..." she coaxes, trying to awaken Smith and check on his condition. The floor may've also been dented slightly by Smith's impact, depending on how solid his head is.

Smith groans, mumbling something softly as he opens his eyes a bit, then shutting them again, the light hurting his eyes. He opens them again, slowly, looking around as he sits up, his green eyes flicking about the room before zeroing in on Hajime. "Ha...Hajime? Where... am I?" He looks around in confusion.

Hajime looks up, glancing around at their present location. She makes a mental note to clean the place up a bit before replying, "This is where I've taken up living, Smith. It was either that or the roof, and it's cold up there... And windy," she answers, shivering slightly at the memories. Huh. The fennec doesn't like the cold. Regardless, she smiles down at him. "Can you remember anything? If so, what was the last thing you remember?" she asks.

Smith looks at the Fennec blankly. "Foxes. I remember... foxes." He gets up slowly, groaning a bit as he looks around. "Rubber foxes... Then...fuzzy... and then..." He looks down at Hajime, pulling the Fennec up. "More foxes. Fighting..." He shakes his head and looks around. "Thirsty... Anything to drink? Not... not to be rude..."

Hajime blinks, ear twitching slightly as she hears the word 'fuzzy', seemingly unsure about just what exactly he was referring to with that adjective. Regardless, the fennec stands, adjusting her shiny new labcoat, which the people at the medical center were kind enough to loan her... Even if it is a tad too large. She nods, resuming her kind smile. "Indeed. I have the options of water, water, water, some questionable milk, and more water."

Smith nods. "Water... water works..." He blinks, then looks back at Hajime. "The books... why all the books?" He looks at some of them, reading the titles. "You look good in a... a lab coat," he says in passing, picking up one of the books and opening it to a random page.

Hajime wanders over to the bathroom, as the place seems to lack an actual kitchen. The sound of running water is heard as the fennec calls back, "Erm... Careful with those, please!" she calls back, seemingly overlooking the comment about the labcoat as she fetches him a glass of water. The book that Smith was now in possession of was titled, "Grammar for Illiterate Dummies," the author... Hajime Dachi.

Smith blinks, flipping through it. "You wrote a book?" He steps into the doorway and holds up the book. "Author /and/ scientist?" He picks up another book, looking at it. "And grammar..." He blinks, as though a thought had come to mind. "Grammatica." He grins, pleased with himself.

Hajime turns around, holding a now full glass of water. The fennec was standing on a stool to reach the higher cabinet that contains all of the glassware. She blushes slightly, stammering, "E-erm... Actually, I never was qualified to become a scientist... I was a journalist slash writer when P-Day hit... All those books and paper lying around are mine," she confesses, extending the water to the wolf. The truh has finally come out, it seems.

Smith peers at her for a moment, setting the book aside to take the water. "Interesting," he says, before gulping the water down and setting the glass aside, and continuing to look at her curiously for several moments. "So. What have you written about, topic-wise?" He winces slightly, rubbing his head a bit as he looks at another book. "Liber. Library. Book. Place of books." He hmms, looking around curiously before wandering towards the laptop.

Hajime hops down from her stool, scratching her head as she wanders back into the main room. She seems to have made pathways through the papers littering the floor. Perhaps the chaos was a little more organized than originally perceived. Hajime glances quickly to check up on Smith, replying, "Erm... A whole range of things, really, though I have taken a liking to writing about suspenseful stories involving creatures that were mutated through an intangible means, forced to live in a world populated almost entirely of creatures they're trying to rape the protagonist," she jokes.

Smith glances at Hajime. "You serious, or joking? If you're serious, I'm calling you Nostradamus." He picks up some papers, shuffling through them curiously, occasionally wincing, looking around, and then shaking his head. More frequently as time goes on. "Hrm..." He sets the papers down, looking around as he mumbles words, a few Latin words, a few German, Italian, Russian... though they're all rusty. And one word at a time. "Voces..." He shakes his head, rubbing an ear absentmindedly.

Hajime stops for a moment, frowning slightly at Smith's rambling. Trying to change the subject, Hajime approaches a dressing table of sorts, opening up the top drawer. Instead of clothes, it contains even more paper! Sifting through some of it, though, Hajime pulls out something very hard to get nowadays: A standard issue gun, pre P-Day, and a detective's badge. Sighing softly, the fennec says, "I was also told thst I had officially become a detective the day before P-Day hit. Some timing, huh?" she says, seemingly hiding a bit of something behind her words. The gun was, unfortunately, unusable, as it lacked any form of ammunition. It was purely a decoration and a memory, now.

Smith glances over. "Hm..." He steps over, taking the gun and looking it over, less like a feral and more like someone used to guns. "Hmmm... there's probably some in the armory at the police...station..." He looks up slowly, as though remembering something else. "...used to work there..." He looks down at Hajime, looking at her curiously. "Something about Satellites..."

Hajime falls silent, staring at Smith. "...I should probably explain what happened to you, should'nt I?" she rhetorically asks, prepping up two chairs, one for herself and one for Smith.

Smith looks over, setting the gun down. He pulls the chair over, spinning it around and sitting down, leaning forward, chest pressed against the back. "I remember... you. You were in trouble. Then... vague things. A rat... Rittz... a fennec... something green... something purple... something about hides...?" He looks at Hajime curiously. "And...Er..." He looks to the side, if there wasn't black fur covering his face, he'd probably be blushing."

Hajime pauses for a moment, the fennec nervously skipping over that part, "E-erm... Well... Uh, you succumbed to feraldom whilst rescuing me from some... Others. Regardless, that forced my hand... Paw, to lure you back to Zephyr, to have you checked out by the doctors... The rat was demoted, and another fennec took his place... We were given three options, though since I was the only one that knew you, and you weren't up to making any choices other than mumbling my species' name, I made the choice for you..."

Smith nods, waiting for her to continue, though looking at the floor. "Ferus..." He looks up, and says, "decisiones mutat vita. So... which choice did you make...?"

Hajime bites down slight on her lip, continuing. "Well... Uh, I chose to go with the one that gave you the best possible outcome... Though it comes with the side affect of... Restoring some, if not all, of your memories before your first inoculation... I wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing, because it would be the same as robbing you of the identity you had forged for yourself..."

The wolf nods. "Well... I don't mind." He glances up, looking her in the eye. "Thank you. I don't have it all here..." He taps his head, "yet... but it's coming back in bits and pieces. Little things trigger them... but still. Thank you." He flashes a grin, pure Smith, before reaching over and ruffling the Fennec's head, giving her a scritch before pulling back. "So, at least I'll remember things."

Hajime chuckles slightly, before glancing at the bedroom. Glancing back to Smith, she says, "It's a single bed, but you're the guest, and my patient, so you get priority."

Smith quirks an eyebrow. "Why not share? You're tiny enoug-" He blinks and looks away, "Er... you can stay there. You don't need to give it up..." He gets up, sliding the chair back where the fennec pulled it from. "I can just head...home..." More memories, and he shakes his head looking at Hajime and grinning. "No worries."

Hajime shakes her head, folding her arms. The doors were padlocked, and Smith certainly wouldn't break the locks and leave Hajime defenseless, would he? "Smith. You're staying at wherever I tell you to stay until I say that you're feeling better, now get back here and accept my generous offer."

Smith glances back, blinking. "I dun' want to impose on you... not after..." He trails off, trying to find a word for it, "Er, cleaning you off?" He scratches his head. Is Smith... nervous? This is new...

Hajime shakes her head, embracing Smith gently, "I cannot say it was the best of circumstances, however... I'm willing to let that incident slide... Provided that you ask next time," she scolds. Was Hajime... Not mad? Huh, well... It /was/ better than being fucked roughly by a hoard of barely-sentient dumbasses. Instead, she was only fucked by ONE barely-sentient dumbass!

Smith:chuckles softly, hugging back. "I'll even make you dinner... Hm. I owe you dinner, don't I?" He looks around, apparently there isn't a kitchen... but is there cooking utilities? He hasn't paid attention much, his focus on the fennec mostly. "Hrm..."

Cooking utilities were... Virtually nonexistent. How exactly does this Fennec eat? Sighing softly, the fennec replies, "Unless you brought something with you, I doubt there would be much dinner to cook. ...Though I do remember that there was a packet or three of potato chips of some description in the bedroom..." she murmurs.

Smith blinks. "I'm making you food someday." He walks over to the bedroom, looking at the doorknob a moment, before twisting it and opening the door. "'Eeeeey, doors." He looks inside the room, peering about.

Hajime's bedroom was... Actually incredibly clean. In it rests a bookcase, /another/ laptop, a kinetic generator, a bed, and a bedside table. On the table rests the booklight that Smith had gifted the fennec for her birthday, the notebook that Smith first met her with - now having "The First" written on the front cover - and five unopened packets of Potato Lisps(TM)!

Smith blinks, walking over and lifting the booklight. He turns to Hajime, grinning. "You still have this?" He chuckles softly and picking up "The First", looking it over, remembering the first time the two had met. "Heh."

Hajime pokes her head in the door, ears twitching cutely as she smiles at the sight. "Of course I did," she reasons, "It's practical."

Smith looks over again, then sets the book down and steps over, picking the Fennec up and hugging her. "Heh. Glad you like it, Hajime." He hmms. "Dachi." He pulls her back, still holding her in the air, and looks at her, curiously.

Hajime just hangs there, staring at Smith curiously. She seems to be almost... Blushing, a little. Perhaps it's because the labcoat she was wearing doesn't seem to button up probably, leaving her busts completely exposed, not to mention the rest of her... assets. "E-erm... Yes, what is it, Smith?" she asks nervously, still dangling there.

Smith peers at Hajime curiously. "Hajime Dachi. Beginning. Beginning of Great Wisdom, is it not?" He grins. "You've given me... a... a beginning. And it... it made me wiser." He grins, his eyes getting watery. "Thank...you." And, consequences be damned, he kisses the fennec. Just for a moment before he pulls away, but still, it's a kiss.