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san_fransokyo2014-11-27 08:28 pm
pushtheboundaries) wrote in san_fransokyo2014-11-27 08:28 pm
and i'm feeling like a ghost (openish?)
An overcast sunset. Perhaps not the best time to visit San Fransokyo's burial grounds, but it was a time when there were few if any visitors. Which meant it was at least a good time for someone still dead in a sense, even if his original 'death' had been revealed for the falsehood it was.
They hadn't yet removed his memorial, though. It was starting to run down from time, but it was fitting that it still remained in place.
He certainly didn't feel alive.
Robert Callaghan gazed down at the plaque with an unhappy expression. It wasn't so much the fact that it was present as how useless it all felt. Pointless. Abigail's, at least, had held some actual meaning...even if it, too, paid homage to a soul who wasn't actually lost.
And wasn't that a thought that brought mixed feelings. He shook his head and turned away, the few microbots with him pressing a bit deeper in to the back of his neck. He reached up to push away at them irritably, wholly unsurprising when their response was to skitter on to his hand and up his loose sleeve.
He was getting used to them, at least, and the thought necessary to keep the mass away.
They hadn't yet removed his memorial, though. It was starting to run down from time, but it was fitting that it still remained in place.
He certainly didn't feel alive.
Robert Callaghan gazed down at the plaque with an unhappy expression. It wasn't so much the fact that it was present as how useless it all felt. Pointless. Abigail's, at least, had held some actual meaning...even if it, too, paid homage to a soul who wasn't actually lost.
And wasn't that a thought that brought mixed feelings. He shook his head and turned away, the few microbots with him pressing a bit deeper in to the back of his neck. He reached up to push away at them irritably, wholly unsurprising when their response was to skitter on to his hand and up his loose sleeve.
He was getting used to them, at least, and the thought necessary to keep the mass away.
baymax-shaped dvd case yespls
Well, if he's going to use it...
"Cell phone," he finally says, reaching in to his jacket. "I have a 'burner', and while I can't say it's the most secure method, it's the only one I have right now."
Short of email, but there isn't exactly a yokai at underworld dot net address.
(Funny thing is, he wouldn't be surprised if that domain existed.)
we can hope
(After all the press he got and the nickname the papers gave him? Of course there's a yokai at underworld dot net address.)
"I'll be careful."
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And he did mention it's not secure.
He does have to glance down through the settings to remember the numbers, though, which he rattles off quickly enough before adding, "that may change. But I'll see what I can do to update you if it does."
A pause.
"I won't always be able to respond. You...understand this."
Possibly he doesn't, but if they're going to have this...arrangement...then this is the time to set the ground rules.
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Tadashi nods and tucks his phone away again.
"I understand." Or so he tells himself, anyway. He doesn't like it, but Callaghan's moving in dangerous circles now.
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He pauses, to make sure he has the boy's attention, then continues.
"I'm serious. Don't contact me unless you have something I can use, or if it's important."
He's- not sure if this is the right decision. There are many parts of him insisting it is a very bad decision, giving himself an opening like this, but-
If nothing else, maybe it'll stop Tadashi from trying to find him downtown, again. He clearly hasn't given up, and short of Yokai making another outright assault on his friends, there many not be many things that could force him to do so.
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"I understand, Professor. Really."
He sounds sincere enough and, as an afterthought, he pulls his phone back out, tapping the screen maybe half a dozen times before quickly pocketing it again. Callaghan's phone should be going off shortly. A number with a nearly empty message attached. Just a few periods to fulfill the content requirements.
"In case you need something."
one day callaghan renames tadashi's entry as 'rubber duckie'
And then a bit of surprise, not so much from his phone going off...as Tadashi's comment on it. A bit taken aback, a bit uncertain- and then clouded, as the proverbial mask returns with an exhale of breath.
If it'll make Tadashi feel better- fine. And he'll at least be able to identify who it's coming from.
"All right."
Not that he expects he'll be the one to send the first message often, if at all.
he would be so strangely proud
Tadashi glances down at the hat still in his hand, the bend on the brim rather more extreme than it was at the start of their conversation, and then fixes Callaghan with an only slightly awkward smile.
"... I should go. Hiro's still at home."
And probably wondering why his big brother's been gone so long.
dear duckie he may have made a terrible mistake and may need some assistance in fixing it
"You should head back, then."
A beat.
"...he's a good kid."
Hiro, that is. There's a hint of something else there, a note hard to read- regret, apology maybe? Perhaps even admiration.
They're all good kids.
"may have"? :|
"Yeah... he really is."
The best, though this big brother may be a little biased. Or a lot.
Yep, definitely a lot.
Tadashi hesitates for a few short moments (watching Callaghan's face,maybe searching for meaning in that hard-to-read expression) before he finally turns away, offering a brief wave of one hand before he settles his hat back on his head and starts off down the path toward the exit.