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T-This isn't an Obsolete Space, is it? [messes with her wristband and frowns] It won't give me a version. No data? [lifts her glasses slightly, then drops them back down] All right, this can stop now! It's creepy! It's like those rumours about... [shudders]

[rubs her arms] This is ridiculous. It isn't...it isn't anything! It's just some old Space! It isn't that! [cups her hands around her mouth] Yasako? Haraken? ...Daichi?? Anyone??

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You like birds a lot, huh?

But I don't know where I am. I can't get a scan of this place. It's...still Daikoku, right?

Quite a bit, actually. 'Specially the ones with nice, ah...plumage.

...What the hell is that supposed to be?

I guess those ones are the prettiest.

...Ehh?? Daikoku, Japan?? My hometown!

They don't gotta be pretty to have nice plumage, girly. Though it helps.

Oh, great. A bloody gook.

[jaw drops] Wh-what was that??

I said a bird doesn't have to have a nice face for me to like her knockers. Are you all this bleedin' deaf over there?

I am not deaf! I heard you! [and this would be Fumie going in to punch him now]

[and this would be Gene grabbing her hand and watching her with a cheeky grin] And wouldja look at that. A feisty bird. You've met Tyler, haven't you? The bleedin' nonce's rubbed off on you all ready.

[tries to yank away] Damn you! Let go! And he's a lot nicer than you! And stop calling me a bird!

[quirks a brow] Tyler? He's a bleedin' faerie, of course he's nice. 'specially to birds like you. [lets her go with a little shove] He ain't got nothin' on the Gene Genie, though.

[stumbles and glares at him] You give people weird nicknames. You're definitely not a Genie though.

What weird nicknames? There's not a damn weird thing about me. [hmphs] And you ain't ever seen me put my magic to work, luv.

'Bird', 'rooster', 'nonce', 'chick', 'faerie'...Those are weird. And what's so magical about you?

Those, luv, are what normal people like myself use in everyday speech. Unlike Dorothy over there who's too much of a prissy gay boy to do much anything that's normal. And I keep scum off the streets. That's what's so magical about me, luv.

You remind me of a cop from a late night movie.

That's the most sensible thing you've said all day. But no movie can beat the real thing.

So you're the bad cop then, right? The rough one?

I'm the only kind of cop worth his salt, luv. I do what I have to do to keep scum off the streets and my city safe for my missus and my mum.

So...you just want to protect people?

No, I joined the force so I could spy on them. Of course I want to help people, you bleedin' git.

[rolls her eyes] I can't believe you'd get any work done.

Hey now! I get plenty done. I don't need some wet-eared little bird tellin' me how to do my job, you hear?

Maybe. Anyway, what do you do, huh? Do you have a high success rate?

I'm DCI. The big boss, the Guv. And I go after every pit-stained, yellow-bellied, flea-ridden piece of shit scum that dares try to defile my City. And I bag every bastard I go after.

That's good I guess.