tampered | Log; ongoing

Log; ongoing

When; A little before noon
Rating; Seems like PG? XD
Characters; Hei [[Bad username or site: contractorly / @ livejournal.com]] and November 11 [[Bad username or site: november_chill / @ livejournal.com]]
Summary; November 11 finds out he's not the only Contractor in the City.
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He hadn't expected to be able to feel the sun again. In fact, he knew that he wouldn't be able to. So when he actually opened his eyes, woke up in this odd place..

..it was somewhat refreshing. A nice feeling, even. Second chances were few and far between. It wouldn't be reasonable if he wasted it.

He could definitely get used to this.

November raised a hand against the sun as he moved, seeking out a shaded bench and sitting back. It felt good to be alive again, even if he'd noticed some.. differences. The last of a heartbeat, for one. It was a little unnerving, but he found that it would be easy enough to get used to. Misaki wouldn't have to know about it, either.

Speaking of Misaki... He thought about it, taking stock in his mind. It seemed that there were only three people from their world here: Misaki, Li-kun, and himself. It was something of a relief, but he couldn't help but wonder. He'd seen a lot more people just walking the streets than he had on the journal system. Perhaps he was missing someone..?

..impossible. They'd at least have had the courtesy of introducing themselves, if indeed there was someone else he'd missed. It was just good manners.

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Hei had weighed the risks on exposing himself to the M16 agent. What other way could he gain the information he so desperately sought? There was no guarantee that November knew any more than Masaki about the recent events surrounding the gate, but it was likely that he would.

Checking to make sure his mask was in place, he discreetly descended from his roost in a nearby tree and made way toward November. Hei approached him from behind, however hiding his blades in an attempt to show his desire not to fight, this time at least.

"November 11, isn't it?"

The smile on his face froze for a moment, then he slid into a slightly more tensed state. Nobody here should have known that name, save for Misaki. In fact, no one outside of MI6 and the police chief should have known. The only people who knew were dead, or..

November leaned back against the bench, one arm propped up across the back. He couldn't be sure, but if he was right..

"It is. How may I help you?"

He would definitely have some interesting information for Misaki later.

As a contractor, he wasn't suppose to care that this man was the cause of her death. Emotional attachment went against both rationality and the definition of a contractor. Yet, he had always been different.

Hei couldn't bring himself to be polite to this man, rather he felt his fingers nearly reach toward his concealed blades. Sadly, the fight would have to wait for next time.

"Tell me about the gate. What have you heard?"

"You want to know about the Gate?"

It wouldn't do to admit that he was surprised. The Gate had been the last thing on November's mind. A new life was kind of distracting like that.

He shrugged, trying not to let himself turn and look the other in the eye. It was a fragile contact, and a mistake could mean that he might lose it. He should have brought a water bottle or something with him..

"Perhaps. If you tell me who you are first. It's only fair, don't you think?"

Had the agent already forgotten him? Had Havoc's death really been so insignificant in his mind--He's a contractor, don't you remember? Hei had at least expected that he would remember his mask.

"Why did you kill her?"

And then, he couldn't keep himself from looking back.

"Mr. 201BK. What a surprise to see you here."

And it was. Of all the people, he certainly hadn't thought that 201BK would show up. He grinned. Misaki would be more than happy, if not a bit obsessed, to know that the one she'd been searching for for so long was here. Then again.. hm. That remained to be seen.

November knew who he was talking about. Despite all the missions he'd been sent on, he remembered most, if not all of them. But, if for nothing else than to get a rise out of him, he answered, "Who? I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific."

Perhaps he might let slip a clue as to his real identity. So cowardly, really, hiding behind a mask like that..

"Don't pretend to be ignorant, November 11. Our memories prior to becoming contractors may be hazy, but I can personally attest to having a clear recollection of something that happened less than half a year ago."

Wouldn't November be surprised when he realized who he truly was? Hopefully though, that would be never. His years of perfecting the perfect image of Li Shenshung had allowed him a mask even better than that of the one he wore.

"It was just a joke, Mr. 201BK." He sighed. Always business with these people. What was wrong with taking it easy every now and then? November shrugged slightly, then smiled at him.

"Call it a necessary precaution."

And it had been. Misaki had told him that Havoc's powers had returned, albeit after he'd killed her. Even so, if she'd been allowed to live, then there was no telling what she could have done. Best to put a stop to the problem before it even began.

Only a precaution? A gloved hand pressed against the metal of the park bench, a sample, perhaps, of what he wished to do to the other contractor.

"..She wanted to change," Hei's voice trailed off as he distinctly remembered how Havoc had behaved that night. She had a second chance--she could have changed, but because of November...

November smiled sweetly at him, oh so very skeptic and perhaps a touch bitter. "Did she? How do you know?"

There was a second part to why he'd killed her, of course, but he didn't need to know that. It was, after all, why he'd made the offer to the mysterious contractor to come with him, April, and July. He wanted to know about Mr 201BK's syndicate, and their motives, and he'd made as such clear.

It was risky, but-- "I would have killed her, anyway." It was a lie, of course. If 201BK hadn't stepped in, she probably could have been delivered to PANDORA safely.

"...just kidding."

Thankfully the park bench had been made of wood, as November's last comment had trigerred one of Hei's numerous trauma buttons. It wasn't an attack per say, more like a sliver of electricity that shot across the top bar of the bench. Just Hei's special way of telling November to back off the subject.

"Tell me, what's happening with the gate?"

He eyed the bench carefully, then turned his gaze back to the mask. "You should really learn to calm down a bit. It's not healthy, you know."

November let out a sigh, then turned again so that his back was to 201BK. It was okay. If the other contractor tried anything, all he'd have to do was freeze the blood in his veins. He'd done it before. This time promised to be no different.

"It's going to be destroyed."

If November could see Hei's face he would have seen an expression of shock flash across the contractor's face--shock not caused by the words alone, but by the uprooted memories that followed.

Destroy...they were trying to replicate the events of South America, the events were Pai...Amber, it was her fault, wasn't it?

"How? Does a woman named Amber have anything to do with it?"

November frowned, a little stupefied. Sure, it would make sense if he didn't know Amber if he were just some random contractor, but this was 201BK. He wasn't just some random contractor.

"You're from our world. You've at least heard of Evening Primrose, right?"

He'd had his suspicions, but it was thanks to Amber's organization that he'd found anything out at all.

"...Evening Primrose? Amber's group--," the tone of his voice suddenly changed, taking on an agressive tone as he pressed harder for information, "What is she planning? She--this crisis with the gate is her fault, isn't it?"

November smirked, leaning against the back of the bench and taking on a relaxed posture.

"Come now, you can't really expect me to know everything, can you?" It was a blatant, bald-faced lie. He knew Amber's plan and the plans that PANDORA wanted to put into action, thanks to the meeting with her and professor Schroeder. It was the reason he'd died, after all.

"You're lying," he stared pointedly at the blonde, fingers once again tensing against the wooden bar, "The least you could do is tel me, after what you did to Havoc."

"Oh?"

November looked back at 201BK, smirking. "Just what makes you so positive that I know anything at all? Your confidence in me is quite flattering, but I have to wonder just where it comes from." Havoc? What did she have to do with any of this? He didn't owe 201BK a thing, especially not for that woman.

"Judging by your position in M16, I assume that there is a greater chance of you having insight into such matters," Hei relaxed, dropping his gloved hands to his side as a show of armistice, "I don't plan to fight today, Novmember 11. I only want information concerning the gate--and Amber."

His smirk widened, and he shrugged, palms raised in a mockery of resignation. "Unfortunately, my superior didn't seem to feel the need to inform me or my coworkers as to what he had planned." And he hadn't. November had had to find out for himself what Decade had been planning, and the knowledge of it cost him his life.

"However, I did remember something, just now." Another lie, but they were away from PANDORA, the syndicate, MI6. It should be fine to give away a bit. "Apparently, all Contractors were going to disappear, if what happened in South America isn't repeated in Tokyo."

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