001 ♞ [ video ] → you'll wake the thought police
[ Evening Abax. Have a very... very familiar face on your phones fishing out a lighter from his pocket as he peers down at the object, debating how to proceed with what's guaranteed to be a highly awkward conversation. It's evening and Erik's sitting at a rather empty table in the middle of what appears to be a cafe, chewing on the tip of a cigarette. Erik's been in the city for a few days, approximately 3 days, but if you haven't seen him, that's perfectly fine, because he hasn't gone out of his way to speak to much of anyone beyond a very persistent Charles.
In the meantime at least, Erik hasn't been sitting idly by, what with the entire first district to explore and confirm what he had been previously told - the city functions as a Möbius strip. Not that it stopped him, canvassing the rest of the first district and portions of the second with the regard of someone with far too much experience in scouting out locations, identifying areas that seemed secure, and of course, the not so secure or highly occupied by other residents.
He'd worry about them later, flicking the lighter on and bringing it to his lips slowly. What you'll see is a sharp intake of breath, the exhalation of smoke and Erik finally tugs the cigarette out of his mouth to speak. He's quiet, the German accent plainly visible as he regards the phone warily. ]
I'm looking for an Erik Lehnsherr. We need to talk.
[ Pausing, he chewed on his lower lip as if considering the possibility of adding more, but decided against it. Erik was aware of how entirely strange this conversation may seem to those who knew Erik himself, but he shrugged that aside, focusing instead on the issue he needed to address. Information, proper information would come later, just like how it always did. Tit for tat. Just like how the game always went. ]
In the meantime at least, Erik hasn't been sitting idly by, what with the entire first district to explore and confirm what he had been previously told - the city functions as a Möbius strip. Not that it stopped him, canvassing the rest of the first district and portions of the second with the regard of someone with far too much experience in scouting out locations, identifying areas that seemed secure, and of course, the not so secure or highly occupied by other residents.
He'd worry about them later, flicking the lighter on and bringing it to his lips slowly. What you'll see is a sharp intake of breath, the exhalation of smoke and Erik finally tugs the cigarette out of his mouth to speak. He's quiet, the German accent plainly visible as he regards the phone warily. ]
I'm looking for an Erik Lehnsherr. We need to talk.
[ Pausing, he chewed on his lower lip as if considering the possibility of adding more, but decided against it. Erik was aware of how entirely strange this conversation may seem to those who knew Erik himself, but he shrugged that aside, focusing instead on the issue he needed to address. Information, proper information would come later, just like how it always did. Tit for tat. Just like how the game always went. ]