At the sound of someone else, Tanaka's shoulders hunch further, an unconscious defense, though only a bit of wariness makes it onto his face.
This guy makes an entrance, huh? 'Von Riegen' sounds like some fancy European name. It matches some of the setting, Tanaka guesses. Does that mean anything, or is it a coincidence?
"Shouldn't it take good info to pluck people from their homes?"
Or, in his case, the condemned apartment tower he last remembers hiding out in. Which emphasizes the quality of intel needed, he thinks.
"Quite the opposite, my friend! Quite the opposite! People who are inclined to do that sort of thing aren't nearly as choosy as they would like to appear. I think they snatch us away first, and come up with some sort of stupid excuse for it afterwards."
Not one that isn't at all applicable; from what he's seen, many of them are eerily similar to their lives. They're just lacking in any sense of nuance, of evidence, of any sign that there's some sort of cohesive legal system at work.
He shrugs. "Typically, this harsh a sentence would necessitate very grim crimes indeed, but you'll find this is less a hive of murderers and villains than you might expect, Mister...?"
At the mention of harsh sentencing and what it might usually require, Tanaka's expression tightens, like someone pained by a phantom limb. He's been a murderer. But only after he was given a harsher sentence than this just for being alive. Even if he is back under government control and this is all a hallucination or simulation, the fact that it's been hours and he hasn't died at all shows more mercy than he was ever given before he had blood on his hands.
He lets out a bitter huff of breath, and the expression passes. He's just so tired. So tired of this.
He should probably give a fake name. He has a few picked out. But what's the point when his real name is right there on this damn piece of paper? And every government employee in Japan certainly knows it.
"Tanaka." He pauses, but the man had been polite enough to give his full name, so it's only right to return the gesture. "Kouji Tanaka."
"A pleasure to meet you, Tanaka!" Claude is well aware that his brittle cheeriness can be a bit of a turn-off to some people (all right, he'll be honest; it is to most people back home), but it's the way he's always operated, and he doesn't intend to stop now.
Even if he does see perfectly well that this Tanaka fellow is in no mood for it. Nor should he be. Frankly, Claude thinks this is one of the saner responses he's seen to this, aside from outright denial. The fact that some people can take this sort of indignity in stride is something that never ceases to shock him. If they're pained, if they're angry, if they're defiant -- good. That's the way it should be.
"Now, I can see you're about as happy to be here as I am, so let me give you a piece of advice: don't sit around holding out hope for the possibility of a miraculous escape. Nobody's figured it out yet, and unless you happen to be phenomenally intelligent in a way none of us are, you won't either. Find a source of income, find a place to stay, and then you can get to work doing... well, whatever it is you so choose."
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This guy makes an entrance, huh? 'Von Riegen' sounds like some fancy European name. It matches some of the setting, Tanaka guesses. Does that mean anything, or is it a coincidence?
"Shouldn't it take good info to pluck people from their homes?"
Or, in his case, the condemned apartment tower he last remembers hiding out in. Which emphasizes the quality of intel needed, he thinks.
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Not one that isn't at all applicable; from what he's seen, many of them are eerily similar to their lives. They're just lacking in any sense of nuance, of evidence, of any sign that there's some sort of cohesive legal system at work.
He shrugs. "Typically, this harsh a sentence would necessitate very grim crimes indeed, but you'll find this is less a hive of murderers and villains than you might expect, Mister...?"
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He lets out a bitter huff of breath, and the expression passes. He's just so tired. So tired of this.
He should probably give a fake name. He has a few picked out. But what's the point when his real name is right there on this damn piece of paper? And every government employee in Japan certainly knows it.
"Tanaka." He pauses, but the man had been polite enough to give his full name, so it's only right to return the gesture. "Kouji Tanaka."
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Even if he does see perfectly well that this Tanaka fellow is in no mood for it. Nor should he be. Frankly, Claude thinks this is one of the saner responses he's seen to this, aside from outright denial. The fact that some people can take this sort of indignity in stride is something that never ceases to shock him. If they're pained, if they're angry, if they're defiant -- good. That's the way it should be.
"Now, I can see you're about as happy to be here as I am, so let me give you a piece of advice: don't sit around holding out hope for the possibility of a miraculous escape. Nobody's figured it out yet, and unless you happen to be phenomenally intelligent in a way none of us are, you won't either. Find a source of income, find a place to stay, and then you can get to work doing... well, whatever it is you so choose."