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[didorothy]

Fumie. Found out a bit about Daichi.

[runs a hand through his hair, straightens out his clothing, and flips through tha papers in his folders before sighing]

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[theguv.livejournal.com]

[snatches your papers and flips through them idly] Who's Daichi?

[didorothy]

[snatches them back] Friend of Fumie's.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[crosses his arms and gives him a Look] I thought you were supposed to be finding out more about this whole 'machine' bullocks with that bird. What're you doin' lookin' for gooks for the brat?

[didorothy]

Helping a friend.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[gruffly] You don't have time to be helpin' friends, Tyler. Not when you're on the clock.

[didorothy]

[jaw set] You found a lot less productive things to do in your free time. What are you here for?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[also sets his jaw] I'm doin' my job, Gladys, and that means making sure you lot are doing yours. Last I knew, I was still your DCI, meanin' you don't question what I do and I sure as hell question you.

[didorothy]

We're fine. Cleaning up the scum of the city. The ones not in the department itself, anyway. How're your lot? No accidents in the cells, I hope.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[you keep pushing his buttons and he doesn't like it, Sam ; ;] Now you listen here, Tyler. The only scum you look to is out in those streets, you got it? You don't have a bloody clue what's going on in my department and I won't have you waltzing in here and acting like some sort of Mother Theresa, understood? [jabs him in the chest] I am still your DCI, whether you like it or not. So you either shut it or you can bloody well leave.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

What have you got, Boss?

[didorothy]

Right, uh... They said... something about your mental state. So what they'd have to do if see if they can't fix the problem in your mind. But they don't entirely know the risks. I want to talk to them a bit more about what the risks could be before you get into it, because it's not even garunteed that it will work, in getting him back. If you remember what he was like before, that should help.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

My mental state? But I'm fine! I mean aside from being fifty percent sure none of this is actually happening and really I just fell asleep with my glasses on.! But Daichi wouldn't be part of that. Except getting eaten by a monster. I guess that makes him part of it. But then it's just in the dream. ...I think I just proved myself wrong.

[didorothy]

I think it's an effect of the monsters. [ignoring the existential shiznit; Sam can do that on his own time]

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, hm. I guess I could try...

[didorothy]

I don't want you to try before we know all the rules.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

I don't think we would ever know all the rules. People like the ones in charge here just like to give you the run around.

[didorothy]

It would still be best to know all of the risks.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

... What are the papers for?

[didorothy]

Just files. Notes.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

About what?

[didorothy]

Dissociative Identity Disorder.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

In general?

[didorothy]

It's for Akito. Not that he needs it now.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[didorothy]

...Did you try to shoot Akito?