Log Title: Desperately Seeking Data Retrieval
Summary: Royal stops by Kagami's shop to ask some questions about retrieving DHF from stacks.
IC Date: Sun Feb 10 18:03, 2381
OOC Date: Sun Feb 10 18:03, 2019
Related Logs: Fatale
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"Sorry. It just looked like an interesting…bit."

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The shop is rather small and tech is hanging off the walls and ceiling. Repaired tech is on shelves and sitting in the back working on a laptop of sorts is Kagami. A lean young man who seems really focused. His fingers are just moving at speeds no regular human would be able too. Click click click. He's wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans that clearly are far too loose. This young man cannot dress well to save his life. He spins on his chair and lifts his hands up in celebration. The beat in the shop is heavy and pulsing like a heart beat.

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In enters a man dressed the opposite of the young man behind the counter. He's in a perfectly tailored asymmetrical black suit with a silver shirt underneath and matching gunmetal wingtips. Once he enters, Royal starts immediately poking at and examining the various bits and bobs within reach. He picks up a piece of half-repaired tech, and the top part slides off and crashes to the floor. He winces, then stoops to pick it up, turning it over to see if it did any damage that he can tell.

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Kagami is happily spinning in his chair when he leans back to see the man who enters and just like that, balance is different and he lands hard on his back on the chair. The young man scrambles up and moves over to the nicely dressed guy. "Hey. Welcome to my shop." His voice breaks a little. His voice is lower and smooth…ish. He sees the tech in the man's hand and he slowly reaches for it. "That's okay… I wasn't finished with it. What can I help you with?" He bites his bottom lip as his hands grab at the tech in Royal's hands.

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Royal lets the tech get grabbed. "Sorry. It just looked like an interesting…bit." His accent is archaic. There are Brits in Bay City, but their intonation doesn't sound quite as posh as his. "I understand you're something of a data retrieval specialist if the directories and reviews are to be believed."

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He grins slowly. "It is interesting. It's quiet… Oh hello." He smiles up at Royal. His japanese accent is barely there. It's random words that really sound like he's Japanese. "I am." He nods his head. "Though I should get rid of the directories and reviews to … uh… avoid people." He moves towards the back of the shop and smiles. "What do you need retrieving?"

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"Avoid people? People like me who are coming in search of your services?" Royal grins and despite the fact that he nearly broke something, goes back to poking at bits on the shelves. "I don't have the object in question at the moment, but I hope to soon. I'm a private investigator, you see. And I'd like to expand my knowledge in data retrieval in any case."

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The young man nods and smiles. "Yes. You see, this is all new to me." He gestures to the body. "Last body I had got riddled full of bullets because of what I do." He lifts his finger. "So, in conclusion, yes, so very yes. Though…" He puts the one piece of tech down and moves over to the man. "Stop touching things…" He grumps. "Expand your knowledge? How so?" He lifts a metal ball with that pulses and holds it out for Royal. It feels almost like kinetic sand but it doesn't come apart.

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"Oh, I'm sorry. I've heard sleeve death is quite unpleasant." Then Royal flashes a bright grin. "Do you need some help solving your own murder? Because my services are for hire." He picks up two more things that Kagami has to take from him before he stops and slides his hands into his expertly tailored pockets. "Have you heard of a drug called Aubergine? It's distributed from an implant…" he touches about stack-height in the back of his neck. "…and can corrode the stack, corrupting the DHF."

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He grins a little. "It was and I know exactly what happened. Police called me to retrieve information from a stack in the field. I went and they hadn't cleared all the rooms. I died so that that person could protect the information on the stack." He keeps removing objects before he lifts that metal ball. "Play with this." He offers. Though he does tilt his head. "A drug can do that? Well… I guess depends on what is in the drug to corrode but it would also have to corrode the spinal cord if it… hmmm."

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"Oh," says Royal. He sounds disappointed. But ooh, ball. He takes it and prods at it, as if trying to suss out what it does. "Ah, Aubergine is used primarily off-world by deep cover agents. Nasty stuff. But what I want to know is, how much of the DHF has to be destroyed before you can't spin someone up any longer."

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He blinks a few times and watches the ball being played with. "So like cyanide used to be used in the old world." He taps his chin and moves over to his computer. "Most of the retrievals I do I can pull the information off the stack, well, a lot of it but there is always the 'Us' element missing. So while the memories are mostly there the being isn't. I can get the data but spin someone back up? I've never tried." He sits heavily on his chair.

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"Something like that, yes. Stack cyanide, if you will. Except it creates a purple foam, hence Aubergine." Royal tosses the ball between his hands, long fingers barely avoiding dropping it even though he seems fairly nimble. "I'm hoping they managed to transfer the DHF into a clean stack before the drug worked its way too far into it. If this person managed to Real Death themselves, it's going to be a pain for the investigation."

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He watches the man play with the ball with wide blue eyes. At least it's not breakable. "Oh I have seen that!" He finally says but his eyes are focused. "I worked on a stack in Uni that was covered in the stuff. We were able to get a little bit of detail from it but there was no way we could spin it back up. I could always try to move the data to a clean stack to see how it spins up but many times it will lose sense of self or something else that you might need. I'd have to take a look at it." Eyes still focused on that ball.

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"Well, at least there's a chance. That's…" The ball slips off Royal's fingers, but he manages to juggle-catch it before it hits the floor. He holds it for a moment, then sheepishly passes it back. Ahem. "That's what I came here to find out. I know I could have searched for the information, but I figured doing a logged search of a substance like Aubergine might draw the wrong kind of attention."

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He moves to catch the ball but it's caught. "There is never a dead end." He grumbles quietly. "Why? If you are … oh wait. Wrong attention." He lifts his hands and does finger guns at Royal. He stops himself after a moment. "Doesn't look right in this sleeve either." He sighs and takes the ball back. "Just bring it in and I will see what I can do to help you." He smiles brightly. "Also… uh…" He blushes a little. "…I don't see a wedding ring. Are you up for coffee?"

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"Yes, the watch-list kind of attention. Which could be sorted out easily enough but it would be rather a pain. Ah, as for the actual work, are you on the police's list of freelancers? I'm afraid I'm assisting on their case, so I can't choose my own freelancers like I normally do." Royal looks like he wants to poke at something else on the shelves again, but he keeps his hands in his pockets.

His eyebrows go up at the question, and the corner of his lips pull up. "Wedding ring? Do people truly still wear those? I suppose some people stand on ceremony, but that hardly seems an accurate measure of someone's relationship status." And then, "I'm afraid things are rather complicated with me. Probably far more trouble than a nice young man like you is after."

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Kagami does a quick scan and his eyes widen. "OH! I have some tea." He moves over to his desk. "Complicated? I can see a little of it and I'm not a…" He stops himself and he nods. "Right. Probably. Tea then?" He gestures to the tea pot plugged into the computer. He smiles happily and waits.

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"Just because I'm English it doesn't mean I prefer tea. I…well, I do, actually. But I like coffee just as well." Royal steps forward. "And before you ask, you don't have to call me by any titles. Royal will do fine. Oooh, what's that thing do?" he points to a piece of machinery, that is thankfully up a little too high on the shelf for him to poke at.

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The young man blinks a few times. "I can make either. Name your poison?" He bows his head. "Yes sir." Then he hears the question and he moves over to Royal and tries to get between the tech. "It's an old school defib. Someone wants me to restore it so they can put it in this medical museum." He points out quietly. "I did it once but the jolt was so strong there is no way it would get your heart back into rhythm. So I have to figure out what I did."

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"Not 'sir' either. I'm not a knight, and I'm not employing you," says Royal with some warmth in his voice. "Defib? You mean…?" he mimes holding paddles up to his chest and shocking himself. "Interesting. Seems quite crude, but apparently effective?" And then, "Ah, whatever you're having. I don't want to be any trouble."

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The youth blinks a few times. "Sir is also a sign of respect and wait… you aren't employing me? I thought you wanted to fix… Never mind." He sighs quietly and then nods. "That is correct. I once tried it on a pig carcass and it smelt like bacon after." He makes a little face. "It was effective to fix a arrhythmic heart." He nods and turns the kettle on. "There is this lovely green tea I picked up."

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"No, as I mentioned, this case belongs to the police. I'm only assisting. If you're on the registry, I can make the recommendation. But in this instance, it's not my call. Not to worry. I come across cases with data that needs retrieving fairly frequently." Royal sounds quite chipper. "So you're a tinkerer, are you? Not just in the data retrieval business?" He seems to have an issue not doing things with his hands, but he's behaving, with hands dug deep into his pockets.

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The youth nods his head. "I… think I'm on the registry. Or I was." He shrugs his shoulders and the kettle goes off. He sets up two cups and pours the water in while mixing in the matcha. The shop is fairly full. Cramped full of tech, used and broken waiting for sale or repair. It's a small shop and at the back is the workbench desk. He hands the cup over to Royal. "Well, I try to fix all tech. My spec is retrieval of data but the more information I can gather on how to repair these tech pieces the better the bigger stuff will come." He smiles brightly.

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"I'd imagine repairing some of it is a specialty that some would pay for. With antique tech and the like. That sort of thing is always more…ah, cheers," Royal takes the teacup, "…more valuable when it's in good working order. My cousin collects old telephones. You'd be amazed at how large and simple many were. And physically plugged into the wall. How useless is that?" He's standing near Kagami, one hand in his pocket of his perfectly tailored suit, the other holding the cup he was just given.

* * *

Into the store walks another, at least as far as the door. Compared to the attire of Royal? Belle's own outfit isn't exactly high class, but at least the leather jacket and jeans were clean, right? With the jacket unzipped it was easy enough to see her simple shirt beneath, but a more astute eye might noticed the subtle hints of her holster worn under the arm. Never does Blake Belmet go anywhere without a weapon of some kind if she can help it. Pausing for a moment, she sweeps her eyes over the interior before settling them on the other people in the room.

* * *

Kagami shrugs. "I can make them work but not always how they used too. Like that defib, I fried pork with it and I am positive it was not that high in voltage when it was used on people." He chuckles. Then at mentions of the phones he lifts his brow. "What? You'd be stuck in one place to make sure you got the call or could keep talking. That is absolutely useless. I'm glad we've got more advanced." He sips his green tea and sighs happily. He turns his eyes to the new person, he's wearing a t-shirt that's rather loose and jeans that look like his dads. He sees the holster hint and even if he's wrong… he slowly inches behind Royal.

* * *

"Right? Utter madness. How anyone got anything done back then is beyond me." Royal sips from the tea and nods in his approval and is about to say soemthing else when Belle enters. He lifts a brow, then eyes the slow inching. "Hello there! Are you a cop? A private investigator? Come to avail yourself of this young man's skills as well?" He's cheerful and friendly in a way that doesn't sound forced.

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"Private Specialist," Belle corrects, the fact that Kagami steps back not lost on her but only bringing a little quirk of a smile to her lips before she makes a dismissive wave of non-violence. The 'ware atop her head, almost looking like small horns or 'ears' actually seem to flatten out a little once their 'ping' of the room is completed before she speaks again. "Looking to replace and upgrade a piece of equipment that got a little too fragile." A little lean forward to look past the tea-totting Royal at Kagami, she flashes an ever-so-slightly fanged smile. "Think you can help?"

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Kagami listens to her and watches her. He grips his own tea cup and when he becomes the focus, a squeak and he quickly hides behind his royal meat shield. "I could help." He says from the void behind Royal. His hand lightly gripping that nice suit and pulling Royal closer. He starts repeating something quickly as he tries his best to hide from Belle.

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"Private investigator," parrots back Royal with a cheerful smile. "Right, so we've established we're both private. You've startled our young host here," He reaches back to pat at Kagami and says over his shoulder. "Don't worry. I don't think she's here to rob you. And even if she is, you'll find I'm a terrible bodyguard. I'm usually the one who needs guarding. Now, come out and be a good salesman, hmm?"

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Whatever she's hearing, it has Belle sighing for a moment somewhere between frustration and amusement before nodding at Royal. "Robbery isn't my style, and if I were here to kill you I'd probably have already shot you by now. Promise," she speaks, adding the last word with a wink before she reaches into her pocket and withdraws something that looks almost like a palm-sized memory drive. "This is the second one of these I've had break recently due to outside conditions. Frame was fine, but it needs some kind of electro-magnetic shielding. I was hoping there was a way to…insulate or shield it a bit better?"

The last is said with a shrug. This wasn't her area of expertise.

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The man gets a pat and looks at Royal. "Body guard? No. Meat shield." He corrects before he slowly comes out from behind Royal gripping his tea cup. He bows his head to her. "I … fix stuff." Salesman he is not! Then the memory drive is down and he shuffles over to it and sips his tea once before putting it down. He takes it and looks over the casing. "An EM shield would continually wipe the drive but…" He lifts his finger. "I can fix the two you have broken and probably recover the information on top of getting these to be insulated from EMF and scramble fields."

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"Oh well. You should know that using me as a meat shield might very well start an international incident." Royal says that cheerfully. But the situation has diffused, so he steps aside. "See, there you go. Back in your element. I think you could use a class or two in salesmanship, though. It's surprising how useful a skill it can be."

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"It was more…high-voltage applied to someone who happened to be carrying them, apparently they're not really great with that." Belle comments, but she does watch the man handling the drive and tilts her head. That one was blank of course, but the other ones were stowed where she could go back and retrieve them. "These things are set up to live-record data from multiple sources, cam-feeds from ONI basically. But the last two were toasted after a particularly nasty stun-bolt." Explainations given, she finally turns her gaze to Royal and raises an eyebrow. "Private investigator? What brings you here then? Cheating husband have a tech fetish?"

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Kagami turns a little to look at Royal. "Yes and they'd probably see me as the innocent and you as the target and hey I might get another sleeve out of it. It's just a conjecture." He smiles but that dies quickly. "What are you saying? I… sell stuff. I can do things." He grabs his tea and sips it. He waves his other hand before offering to Belle. "Would you like some tea?" He nods his head slowly and taps his chin. "Did the stun bolt puncture the casing or was it just the electricity?" He sits down at the spinny chair and looks over the drive. "They are fragile when it comes to electrical unless you could almost put a special rewired conductor to out put the surges." He brings his tea to his lips again as he hums.

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"Just quizzing Kagami here on how one might concievably retrieve the DHF from a chemically damaged stack." The benefit of the ONIs they all wear is that introducing themselves by name becomes more of a politeness thing than a matter of protocol. When you can just look at someone and get their basic info, well, that's far simpler. Royal finishes his tea and sets it on the counter. "I should be going. Thank you for your information and for the tea. I'll do my best to request you for data retrieval when the stack comes in."

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The young man stands and looks at Royal like a lost puppy. "You… you are leaving? Okay. Uh…" He reaches over and grabs a small gear and hands it over to the man. "My number and…business information." He nods his head. "I will be waiting, Royal. Thank you for considering me." He smiles brightly and then glances down to his tea. He finishes it and lifts his eyes to Belle. He bows his head a little and sits down and starts getting to work on what he was working on before.

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"Yes, I'm afraid so. No rest for the wicked, as they say. This case, well, it's the one in the news." That is to say, the death of Ariana Longbow's clone at the Panama Rose. Days later, and it's still all over the wires with relatively little new information. Royal takes the information with a grin and the tip of his head, followed by a little wink. "Don't worry, if you don't see me again for this, you will for something else. Ah, and you can find me by searching my GPPI registration number."

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Kagami lifts his brows and nods his head. "Oh that one." He smiles slowly and nods. "I might look you up, Royal." He bows his head and sighs happily before turning back to his computer.