Adjusting to the New (Sharaku)

“Mmm. Life does that to ya, but at least now I know not tick you off too much then,” Oki said with an appreciative smile. While the being still didn’t understand the guy at least this little bit of opening up was nice. Still Oki knew better than to push its luck any further. It would simply have to get to know the other slowly if the man allowed them to continue meeting long after this. In any case, when the subject came back to rifts, Oki blinked as it leaned back slightly at the look on Sharaku’s face when it requested more information. What? It wasn’t asking for the whole story. It just needed some sort of ground before jumping head first into this mess. If the guy didn’t want to say anything, he could’ve just blown it off rather than make such a face over the matter. Sharaku was indeed strange, but despite the face, it seemed like the man was willing to share some of what he knew.

Another that could change the way rifts behaved on a whim was searching for something….Was that person searching for the girl then? Or the friends? Or something even more than that? The thoughts whirled, but Oki kept its speculation to itself as it folded its arms and thought for a bit.

“Fair enough. Just one more question then on the subject. This person…what does it look like?” Oki asked, this question coming more from a cautious standpoint rather than a pry for more information. It knew the reporter girl on sight, but this rift changer…Oki wanted to be sure it knew said changer on sight too. If its intents were malicious, being able to recognize the being could help Oki avoid unnecessary trouble. Again, Oki left it up to Sharaku to answer or not. In the end, the being would probably get to know mysterious person X in time, especially if said person was on the opposite end of the board as the girl….or working to keep them from finding the truth.

After the question was asked Oki would be quiet until the subject of time came up and it said its piece to Sharaku. The response back took Oki by surprise as the being’s eyes locked on the other quite sharply as it heard the words. It was an information gather. It was trained to analyze all data from all angles and give reports. Never in its life had it been told not to analyze something, Until now. Sure, Sharaku words weren’t a command, but the way they were spoken immediately triggered the conditioning within Oki as it took in the words carefully before blinking and looking away.

“I shall…consider your suggestion then,” Oki responded back hesitantly as it mind did what it could to not pick that apart any further. Despite the small hic-up the words caused Oki would eventually return more or less to itself as it heard the comment on digging. To this Oki shrugged.

“Perhaps so, but honestly if one is running in circles that is all you can do to go forward,” Oki said with a light shake of its head. These friends and that purple world were all that it had to go on. That and trusting the reporter to be a good thing and not a bad one. It was all very muddled and only became more muddled as the talk went on.

When Sharaku gave the being a sideways look when it asked for a summary, Oki thought for a moment it was about to be told off in some fashion. You know like the offer was a joke? However, when Sharaku began to speak Oki would take note of the warning as it watched the other from the corner of its eye. Ah yes. The price it knew well enough when it came to information seeking. Still, it was a risk that had to be taken if progress was ever to be made. Despite knowing this price, Oki wouldn’t be a smart ass about it as the being remained calm and patiently waited for the other to go on. As the other shifted in his seat and began to talk, Oki would listen taking in the details one by one.

The reporter had appeared three other times to different parties including Sharaku. Her appearance was a sort of way to awaken the supernatural power within people…although another method was getting thrown into the other side. Who or what sparked the changes within the chosen and determined these encounters or kidnapping was something lost to the mist. It seemed like this was a problem that Sharaku wanted to get to the bottom of, but from the frown on his face maybe he wasn’t getting anywhere on that end either.

He said that these odd encounters had a connection to what was going on in the real world. The two kidnapped girls were one case and on the other side there were other issues at hand, In a nutshell, chaos was everywhere with no concrete answer to go on or no one really trying to stop it. Thus, back to square one.

Oki would remain quiet for a moment longer before nodding at the question at the end and giving the other a light smile.

“Yes. That will do. I thank you for the time and tolerance to do that much,” Oki said with a light nod before looking at the station clock and sighing as it stood up in stretched a bit before turning to look at Sharaku.

“I honestly don’t know how it is that we keep bumping into each other like this, but I am glad we did meet again otherwise I am not sure where I’d be at the moment. I would enjoy another encounter with you one day, but how about we throw out the factor of randomness, hmm? Care to exchange numbers?” Oki asked as it tilted its head at the other lightly as it made the offer to the other.

Oki would listen to Sharaku’s statement with a light smile, truly glad it had met the other. While this conversation by no means meant they were the best of friends all of a sudden, it did help Oki understand the other better and in turn relax easier in the guy’s presence. As the other finished the statement, Oki would nod lightly as it leaned forward and rested its arms on its legs. Turning its head to look at the other, the being would nod lightly.

“That is a good trait to have,” the being said lightly before falling silent for a few seconds as its mind took a moment to shift through other thoughts. Once the chaos upstairs settled enough to focus once more, Oki would absorb what information it could from Sharaku before asking it’s inquiry about the woman’s description. The response back was a light hum followed by a description that in normal people’s hands would seem too vague for words, but for Oki the words were enough to settle with for now. It figured if this lady was bad news, then it wouldn’t take much to put the rest of the pieces together if the being did find more information or had the misfortune of running into the lady.

In any case, while it was tempting to ask what had Sharaku distracted, Oki kept the question at bay as it felt as if it was perhaps pushing its limits there.

“I see. I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks,” were the calm words that flowed out of Oki’s mouth once the man was done speaking. So that was that. Moving along.

It would appear that Oki’s reaction to Sharaku’s suggestion about not thinking about things that had yet to come had taken the dark haired male by surprise. As the confused look came upon the other’s face, Oki was scared for a moment that it would have to find a way to avoid explaining exactly why it had done what it had done. Thankfully, Sharaku did not pry into the reaction as he instead took the being’s words and left things as they were. With that out of the way, Oki would shake itself back to normal, tilting its head in response to the words that were spoken regarding circles and digging for answers.

While the answer may have irked some Oki was hardly phased as it blinked at the other and nodded.

“Heh. True, true,” it said with a light chuckle of amusement before it became quite once more to figure out its next course of action now that it was thinking straight again. After a moment of tying some lose ends and finding some clarities within, Oki had gotten up and looked over at Sharaku and said its thank yous before asking for Sharaku’s phone number. The being did not have any other number outside of Hyde’s a fault of its own perhaps, but there were not many outside of Hyde it wished to keep up with until now.

As Sharaku said that it was fine, Oki pulled out the turquoise phone with flowers and after fiddling with the thing a bit it looked at Sharaku “Ready.” It would say before it waited for him to give his number.

The conversation of getting angry was ended by Sharaku’s short statement. Oki didn’t mind. There was no need to continue that conversation, lest someone really did become mad due to disagreements or annoyances. In any case, the conversation began to dwindle as small chat and nods were exchanged instead of loads of words. Oki was nearing its limits for the day in the mental department and it didn’t exactly want to waste Sharaku’s time with pointless chatter. It got what it needed for now, so it was content. Now all it need was time to recover from it all and perhaps at some other time encounter Sharaku again if he allowed it and chat some more about this or other subjects.

In any case, as the being’s energy came to a close it had gotten up from its seat and asked for the other’s number. It took note that Sharaku had amused smile on his face when it pulled out its phone, but it only gave him a light smirk and a shake of the head back not really caring what the other thought of the phone. It was Oki’s phone and Oki was proud of it. Period.

In any case, when the other gave the being the number, it tapped the numbers in before nodding and looking over at the other as it slid the phone back into its pocket.

“Thank you. *insert number* Got it memorized?” Oki said with a smirk as it tapped the side of its head lightly as it leaned towards Sharaku playfully. The playful lean would eventually change into a respectful bow to the other.

“I really don’t know how to thank you for what you’ve done here Sharaku, but I really do appreciate it, so don’t be afraid to keep in touch,” Oki said in softer tones as it looked up at the other with a light wink. Then straightening up, the being would nod at the other before it turned and began to head into the crowds.

“Until next time, Shaku, Take care,” the being called as it waved towards the other without turning around and then just like that the old being had vanished into the crowds of the station.