Eiyuu Kishi Den

"Shouldn't have to get used to it. I mean, it's not his place to comment on anything about you, I mean, what i did was wrong, I shouldn't have commented on your fighting style." He smirked lightly. "Well, look at it like this. The TV is the 'idiot box', people really do sort of plod along doing everything the media tells them. Go see this, go buy that. It's not that they're mindless...except kids, cartoons used to brain wash me when i was little. I still remember old school Super Mario/Legend of Zelda, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and the Smurfs and stuff like that. Instead of cartoons, I should been watching the History Channel. Woulda made me a hell of a lot smarter. In the sense that you meant though, mass manipulation, I only see that with a confirmed existence when I look towards the mid-east. But, I only see that because there's one person with ALL the brawns and no else has the brains to remove them. We both know that that situation has been rendered defunct now with Mr. So-damn-insane's removal." He smiled and nodded. He was enjoying the intelligent conversion with Megan, it had to be the first one he'd had in a while. "I understand that, I actually hold that in high respect. Sometimes, yeah, it is better to live in your own world and allow the mundanities of the rest of the world wash by. I enjoy escaping reality at times too. I believe in higher beings, I just don't think they 'meddle' in everyone's affairs. All faults and success are due to human triumph or error." He grinned widely. "Twenty-four? Holy God. Well, if you don't think me too bold, you look incredible."

Megan, whom was now half done with her dessert, looked down at herself and back at Ryan. "No I'm not.." she said, shrugging. "I'm the kind of girl that spends her money on anime DVDs and video games instead of buying myself fancy clothes and make up. You'd better keep those lines for a knockout like Miss Korval whom was just with you." She picked up another piece of her brownie, not looking at Ryan's possibly crestfallen expression. She wasn't rebuffing him so much as expressing her own lack of confidence in her looks. Sevrina's last comment to them ringing still in her mind, she felt quite sure she wasn't looking for a relationship. Besides, most men of Ryan's age usually looked for one thing out of a girl and it was not one thing she was felt she was ready or willing to offer. Pushing the thoughts away, she raised her head and asked. "So Ryan? Why take history classes to try unearthing your past?"

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "How unlike a disciplined warrior. You lack confidence. Sevrina's nice lookin', don't get me wrong, but, I just met her today. She's ok, but she's more the type that uses people as if toys." He shook his head. "I was in a relationship like that before...never again." He clasped his hands together and sighed softly. "If I ever get back in a relationship with someone. It's not gonna be childish puppy love. I CAN read your eyes. You should know me better than that, I don't think like the 'common' man does. I don't see the point in a short lived appearance based relationship. Oh, if you say you're not pretty...well...I'm not sure what I'll do; but it's wrong to think that way. You're really pretty Megan." He was smiled, with a tint of red on his cheeks. That all faded when she asked about history. His voice leeched away it's cheerful mod into a dismal tone. "...My past... Uh...I...I don't like my past. I didn't have a very good childhood relationship with my parents. It's part of the reason why I am who I am today. I willingly closed myself off to the world and took up the sword as a way to cope with my personal disappointments and, well, I guess short comings. I guess I'm like you in that I lack self-confidence. ...In all things. I hide it behind a tough exterior." He shook his head and looked at his sword, safe in it's scabbard. "...I learned a long time ago, that you only trust those who earn your truth. I learned that after my...well...hellish relationship." He fell silent, his eye were looking down at the sword, but not at it, it was like his mind was lost in other thoughts*

Megan frowned. "I'm not going to start comparing whom had bad childhoods, but I think I can relate. I don't get along too well with my father and all. However, your current career path points up to one of the solutions you could have picked while you took flight on your one. There's also another different point of view you could have taken instead of deciding to dwell on your past." She shrugged. “As for the lack of confidence, everyone has it to a smaller or greater extent. The question is how vulnerable you are to it. Do stop calling me a warrior though. I'm not one and I don't claim to be one. I do martial arts to help forge my character - but only as an art form. I have no desire to wield a live blade ever."

The officers ate their meals quickly, sparing little time for small talk. Their shift would be over a couple of hours and if they were lucky enough to not be called then they wouldn't have to put in any overtime, which wouldn't be so bad but sometimes you just want the day to be over.

Kai went to the counter and picked up a to go order he placed ten minutes ago.

"Something for later?" Ethan asked.

Kai replied with indifference, "It's for a prostitute."

"I'm guessing there's more to that sentence."

"A teen prostitute," Kai said.

"I was right," though Ethan highly doubted Kai was actually seeing an underage hooker, he placed too much value on his badge. But with Kai you can never be certain what he's really up to. Two of LA's finest then casually walked out of the restaurant to continue their duties.

Megan gave the departing officers a sidelong glance. She scraped away the last of the fudge in her dish and drank down her glass of milk. "I should get going." she said, but produced her bus schedule. "Um...this says that you might be able to catch the next bus going the campus' way in about 8 minutes. If you miss it, the next one is 15 minutes later." The dark-haired girl brushed her bangs out of her eyes and gave Ryan a nod. "It was nice meeting you, Mister O'Connor. Will you be alright on your own?"