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[makethemguilty]

Who: Manfred ( makethemguilty ), Asch (not_the_dreck )
When: The day after he's released from the hospital, the 4th.
Where: A cafe across from the SPPD. Noon.
Summary: Takes place after this conversation; Manfred asks for a little inside information.
Warnings: General. Von Karma shenanigans.


12' o clock sharp. This morning, like the last several, had given rise to this...ridiculous repetition in which he found himself checking out from the hospital no matter where he slept the night. Alas, that it should be with frustration that he felt inclined to go a different path to avoid seeing that sameness, making his way inside the cafe across from the precinct in which had been previously named by the man who had called for this meeting to take place.

He couldn't be absolutely sure what he was looking for, a uniform more than likely. So it was that he would seat himself, if a bit stiffly, the brace around his ribs beneath his shirt making it a little difficult to breathe. Manfred himself might be made recognizable by Franziska's physical resemblance to him, if anything else. The style of his clothes too, were somewhat distinct. Hopefully the other would prove himself to possess a degree of deductive reasoning. For the time being however, he would order a strong coffee, and obtain something to read while he waited.

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[not_the_dreck]

This daily repeat was starting to get on Asch's nerves, to be blunt about it. Everyone was doing the same damn thing over and over again, and as far as people knew, it was still the second, and still a work day. He was getting sick of reporting into work for the same calls and everything else. Now to top it all off, he had a feeling this guy was going to show up on what was supposed to be the fourth, so he had to make sure he actually got a lunch today.

He sighed faintly as he made his way into the cafe, looking around. It probably would have helped if he actually knew what this guy looked like, but at least he had some clues. He was related to Franziska and was a prosecutor as well, which meant it was likely they shared similar tastes. That, and the man had be injured in the incident at the Towers. Even if he was just released from the hospital (again and again), he probably was still hurting.

Asch let his eyes scan the room, spotting someone that was very nicely dressed sitting a bit stiffly, favoring his chest. That... was probably his guy. He nodded to himself, before approaching him.

"Mr. Von Karma?"