[This time Napoleon will actually attempt to be talkative! Really, he'll try! Sorry to Gioco for not replying, he's just an antisocial derp.]

So...

Does anyone wanna do something? 'm not really working at the moment.

I know of a good bar. Or three.

Oliver is gone as well.

...That's really all I've got to say.

[After the whole creepy ass message from the Autocrat, Napoleon does not intend to stick around where he has been staying. They might as well know that they're there. So, he's taking his briefcase and hitting the road.]

Oliver--

Where the hell are you?

[And he mumbles the quote to himself, more so to calm him down than anything else.]

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[He's walking around Medulla, eyes darting when the shadows move or there's an off noise. His gun is hidden neatly away in his briefcase-- He had been heading to the bar after that argument with one of the assassins. Stupid asshole didn't know a damned thing. (Well, he did, but it doesn't matter because it was Octavius they were talking about.)

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