1113/Ship Shopping!

Ship Shopping!
Date of Scene:	10 December 2014
Location:	Boston-666
Synopsis:	Psyber recruits a new member to his office!
Cast of Characters:	253, 637

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Psyber (253) has posed:
    Psyber had totally requested to meet with Kongou!

    He had heard from her, but hadn't SEEN her, since the incident where she turned into Kongou from whatever she was before. So after dropping her off at Medical weeks ago and then hearing her back on radio, it was a relief, but he wanted to actually see her for himself.

    Hence comes this meeting on a snowy day in Downtown Boston. Psyber is hanging out near Boston Harbor, mostly because he thinks it might help Kongou be more at ease to be at a famous seaport. Mostly, though, he's hanging out and waiting with a cup of clam chowder to eat.

Kongou (637) has posed:
    A request from Admiral! Of course Kongou couldn't turn it down. Though she knows he's not the same man who occupies her memories, Psyber's efforts have left a lasting impression. So 'Admiral' is more like a nickname. Just roll with it.

    Of course, arriving in Boston, flagging down a taxi, and telling the driver 'Take me to the Admiral' doesn't get Kongou very far. Instead of the harbor, she's deposited at the Admiral's View restaurant overlooking the bay.

    Not sighting Psyber inside, the girl emerges on the sidewalk, one hand on her hip, the other rubbing her chin thoughtfully, "Now where could my Admiral have gone~? This must be the <Wrong Place.>"

    Nevermind she's like 5 feet away with her back to the person she's looking for.

Psyber (253) has posed:
    Psyber tilts his head at the girl as she appears from a taxi which has fortuitously brought her to the location she was supposed to be at by total accident. And she's facing away from him.

    Carefully holding out his hand, Psyber taps her on the shoulder a couple times, "Looking for me?" He asks her curiously, that hand going to fall into his coat pocket as he drops the rest of his chowder into a nearby trash can.

    "Thanks for coming out to meet me." He doesn't mind the nickname, truthfully. He just rolls with it because a lot of people call him numerous things, "I hope it's not too cold."

Kongou (637) has posed:
    Firstly the radars protruding from Kongou's headband swivel. A half-second later, the girl turns at the waist, glancing over her shoulder, "Hmm?" Right awya, her face lights up in a big smile, "Ah, I <Found You> after all!" She orients herself to face him properly and bows, hands folded, in a normal Japanese greeting.

    "We haven't been together since that day on the sea, no?" Her question comes out as the girl straightens her posture once more, "My memory is <Hazy> but I do remember your face from that day." The concern about her comfort just gets a small laugh out of Kongou, who squares her shoulders with a tilt of her head, "Cold? <Problem Nothing!>"

Psyber (253) has posed:
    "Yeah, I haven't seen you since I pulled you out of the ocean. I woulda stayed around till you woke up, but I had to handle a timetravel thing for a friend," He explains, smiling back at her when she bows to him. He pats her on the shoulder, "No need to be so formal."

    "I'm sorry I tackled you, though. I mean, if it hurt. I feel bad about hurting girls unless I have to."

Kongou (637) has posed:
    "Hmm?" Kongou's head tilts, her eyes open now. The smile is gone as well, her expression more curious than anything, "You tackled me?" Her eyes wander up, those radars twitching slightly, as if emphasizing the small, "Hmm~..." sound she makes. After a few moments, the girl shrugs, "I don't remember it, so it's okay~!"

    It's entirely possible she has no idea what she did when she was that other person. Could they be two completely different people?

    Leaning forward slightly, Kongou folds her hands behind her back, "<Formal,> no! Polite, that is all~! As for you. I am a battleship, you know, so don't feel as if I'm a <Delicate Flower> that must be protected~!"

Psyber (253) has posed:
    "If you say it's okay, then cool. But you can't stop me from worrying. It's what I do. I wanna make sure that everyone is at their best. You may not be a delicate flower, but that doesn't mean you don't have your own set of likes and dislikes," He chides to her, watching her fold her arms behind her back, "Which is why I'll worry."

    Then he gives way to a bright smile, "It's just how things are. So how have you felt since then?"

Kongou (637) has posed:
    The ship girl lifts her shoulders. Ahh, she really has found a good one! A guy who worries even if it's not strictly needed. That, she determines, is a sign of a good leader. Even an admiral who is certain of victory is still concerned for the safety of his fleet, after all! Those radars wiggle slightly upwards, "<So Cool~.>"

    Shaking her head slightly, Kongou returns to her usual peppy self, unfolding her arms so that she can flex one, the other hand resting on her bicep, "<Right As Rain!> I've already sortied for the Union a few times, as well! Though repair is tricky and resupply is hard, I don't give in easily!"

Psyber (253) has posed:
    "Good, good! I was actually gonna call you out here because I wanted to give you an offer! You should come work for my office. We're basically just... people who wanna help eachother," He smiles at her and then waves his hand, "And I'm not so cool. I'm just a guy, really, who wants to help people out."

    "Ah, but anyway, we're stationed here in Boston at my home office. I was hoping you'd wanna come take jobs for us once in a while."

Kongou (637) has posed:
    "Ahh?" Kongou lowers her arms to her sides, head tilted in consideration, "Work for your office?" Her eyes wander up thoughtfull, radars wiggling at odd times, "Mmmm~... Ah!" As if recalling something, "<Heaven Or Hell,> yes? It was mentioned in the introductory material I was given." Arms at her sides but her hands out, she leans forward a touch, "Lead by a modest man named Saibaa. That wouldn't be my Admiral, would it~?"

    Arms folding up behind her back, Kongou corrects her posture, "But~ I wouldn't mind joining your fleet. You can count on my speed and firepower, Admiral~!"

Psyber (253) has posed:
    "That's me, yes." He says with a smile back to her, watching the radars wiggling. It's actually a pretty enrapturing sight to see them go, eventually looking down at her when she accepts the offer, "Awesome! I'm glad to hear it. I'll get you set up with the encrypted frequencies and channels and permissions." He says. He looks pretty happy to hear that from her.

    "I'm sure you'll get along with everyone. Mostly. They're an odd lot."

Kongou (637) has posed:
    Immediately, Kongou whirls in place, arms folding, and tips her head up, "Odd!" A cheek puffs out in a clear pout, "To think Admiral would call Kongou 'odd'!" It is, of course, all an act. She makes this clear when one eye opens and she glances his way just to gauge his reaction. The miffed look becomes her characteristic smile again.

    "A fleet of many talents is a fleet that can accomplish <Quite A Lot!> That's how I feel."