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>>@COWBOYBEEPBOOP | @ALL
we're supposed to be spies or something right? some kinda espionage deal?
ok heres what ive learned abt France
- no cake
- guillotines still cool tho
- people wont shut up
- clothes are itchy
- the french like to Break shit
- bathrooms are fucking gross i want to take a dump in a NORMAL TOILET
youre ALL WELCOme for the intel now when do we get to take down actual informatns??? damn
ok heres what ive learned abt France
- no cake
- guillotines still cool tho
- people wont shut up
- clothes are itchy
- the french like to Break shit
- bathrooms are fucking gross i want to take a dump in a NORMAL TOILET
youre ALL WELCOme for the intel now when do we get to take down actual informatns??? damn
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Well, welcome to the pseudo-military. Kinda sucks. What were you envisioning?
At the very least a hoverboard would've been nice.
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["Various ways" don't matter-- working for a crust of bread, sometimes literally, isn't a lifestyle he's eager to keep up.]
I dunno, really
something a little more glamorous than this
More fights for sure, tbh
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I'm sure you'll get your adrenaline kicks soon. The French Revolution didn't stay quiet for long.
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I owe you one
yeah well riot dodging isnt my idea of fun
sure love gettin trampled all day
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Think of it as parkour practice. If you're into that.
ATTACHED: COORDINATES.MAP
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look up
[he'll be chilling on the roof of whatever building he's been directed to, feet visibly dangling off the edge. good thing nothing's THAT tall around here, right?]
why do you twins like to be on rooftops, what are you, santas reindeer
What he doesn't expect (and probably should've) is another text coming through telling him to look up. Sighing, he composes a smart ass reply, even as he moves towards the window. ]
Have you turned into the ceiling?
[ Arthur opens his window, sticks his head out and cranes to see anything that would give his conversation partner away. Oh. Feet. Alright then.
A few minutes later, he's joined the idiot on the roof by means of some stacked boxes and parkour. ]
There's a front door, you know.
dont reveal their secrets???
Besides, this way you can give me a proper tour. I don't know how many days I've been here and I still can't figure out where the hell everything is in Paris.
too late
Reaching into his jacket, he procures a napkin and unwraps it just enough to show there's some food in it. A smattering of things he's nabbed– bread, cheese, half of some cured meat, an apple that's a little bruised on one side. ]
Paris looked different in my time. Here, wasn't sure what you'd eat, so I brought whatever.
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At any rate, Travis nods his head in acknowledgment, murmuring his thanks
what a weebas he gratefully accepts the food. He doesn't hesitate much at all. Food's food, and Arthur's a teammate-- he's got no reason to doubt the generosity, or he's not smart enough to try to do so, anyway.]What time's that? Maybe you'n me are from the same year. 2010?
[He takes a thoughtful bite of the apple first, bruise side.]
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Mm, I'm a little past that. There's more technology at any rate. The typical tourist stuff is still there– Louvre, Musée D'Orsay, Arc de Triomphe. Only another world war would probably see those destroyed, honestly.
[ The French were very protective of their history. And their tourist industry. ]
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[Travis crunches thoughtfully and shoots Arthur a curious glance out of the corner of his eye.]
You cruise your flying car around Paris much, then, future guy?
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[ Look on the bright side! Even though this is hardly a vacation and more... well, a war zone. ]
No, the streets are too narrow. [ He doesn't look at Travis, instead gazing out at the city. It's a joke of course, but he's just gonna let it sit between them to see where it goes. ]
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I'd never been to Europe until now, I mean. [a beat.] And I don't know if you're bein' sarcastic with that. Seriously. You really have flying cars?
[Like... he's seen a total of one... but it was owned by a wildly rich dude, so it's an exception to the rule.]
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[ Arthur quirks a small smile as the suspicion sets in. If he were a less good person, he'd toy with the flying car thing. But, he's not interested in conning his own team members. ]
Unfortunately not. Electric ones, yes, thanks to Tesla motors. [ If he ever stayed in one spot long enough maybe he'd get one of those. Or if he ever got away from COST. ]
You said you'd never been to Europe before now; where are you from?
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[The annoyance seems to fade. He's hot-headed, certainly, but Arthur's too matter-of-fact to be pulling his leg anymore. (He thinks.)]
Sunny California. Not L.A. like everybody imagines-- s'the middle of nowhere. [Even though it's been gifted to him, Travis offers Arthur a bit of the rations he's been given. Feels weird, being the only one eating.] When they told me I'd get a change of scenery, I wasn't exactly expecting this. How 'bout you?
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[ It's a knee-jerk apology. One that is said simply because– Travis doesn't seem all that annoyed at any rate. ]
A little of everywhere, but originally California, coincidentally. [ So they have that in common at least. Arthur shakes his head at the food offering. He's had plenty for the day and Travis had seemed pretty desperate. ] Just outside of Los Angeles, closer to Pasadena and all the hills.
[ The ones that set themselves on fire seemingly every summer. ]
I wasn't expecting this at all; they tricked me into it. Said it was a job offer in my field and that they wanted to talk. One minute I was in a cafe and in the next... [ He trails off, gesturing vaguely to the layout of France before them. ]
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[There's no way in hell he's heard of Santa Destroy and Travis already knows it-- so he doesn't even try it.]
Tch. They seem shady. For me? My last contract had just run out. [so to speak; he'd gotten his revenge,
and his agent and the woman he'd been head over heels for had disappeared into the blue yonder, dumping him ass-first onto the pavement.] I got smashed, and an agent came up to me and gave me the offer of a lifetime. 'Least you got tricked: I was stupid enough to agree to it.
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[ Something like paradox. But here with COST, it's possible. ]
This will only be stupid if they end up being something they didn't advertise as. [ Which is what he's nervous about, on the whole. ] Though, how smashed were you?
[ Another subtle joke??? ]