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french_gourmet in lolocracy

When it comes to Conspiracies....

Sep 15, 2009 21:12

Who: Francis, Ivan
When: September 15, Early Morning
Where: Outside, The Coffee Shop tables
What: Well, there was always something strange about most of Ivan's patients coming from Francis....

( So. Conspiracy Plot. And it just so happens I know exactly who I plan to target for our deal this time. )

france, status: complete, it's all just a coincidence!, russia

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das_vedanya September 17 2009, 01:46:16 UTC

Speed-walking through the streets of Liberty hardly qualified for a pleasant way to spend a Tuesday morning, and quite-frankly, Ivan's limbs were killing him - but killing was such an understatement. Unlike the nimble, younger legs that the blond American (known as Alfred F. Jones) boasted, Ivan was older, and... needless to say... Ivan hadn't exactly been... active for the past few years. Two exercises in one week... first... football with Alfred, and then soccer with Alfred (disregarding the fact that there were others on that field too.) While Ivan wasn't exactly what someone would call overweight (he was actually QUITE skinny, really... it was the coat that he wore all the time that gave him such a terrible weight stereotype, thank you!) he wasn't very fit.

"Francis!" he spotted the Parisian sitting on the patio of the Coffee Shoppe from yards away, thrusting his arm into the air and apologizing to a person on his left he brushed shoulders with in the process.

french_gourmet September 17 2009, 16:45:31 UTC

Francis had practically seen Ivan coming the moment thhe had come down the sidewalk. Afterall, the Russian was rather tall, not the mention the coat he always wore that could be recognized anywhere he went.

Francis straightened up in his seat and greeted Ivan. "Hello, Ivan. May I ask why you called me here?" Of course, he knew perfect well why he had been called to meet, but still...Best to make sure before engaging in possibly illegal activities, right?

das_vedanya September 18 2009, 23:35:22 UTC

The Russian breathed out an apology for being late and planted himself in the chair across from Francis, quickly occupying his attention with the overpriced coffee menu. "You know perfectly well why I'm here," he hummed, then decided that he wasn't ready to spend money on any coffee or tea (there was Vodka back at the office) and slammed the menu (slammed was an overstatement; after all, how much noise could a flimsy, laminated menu make?) down on the table to emphasize his point.

"I thought we agreed that you would get them for me... there was nothing in our agreement that said you could pop in when I'm with the client."

PLEASE DON'T HURT ME french_gourmet September 19 2009, 01:59:48 UTC

Francis winced at the slapping of the menu onto the table, looking around to see if they had attracted attention - they had not. However, Ivan's next words made his blood run cold.

The French laughed nervously. "Well, you see, that patient was...er, a bit special you see...I wanted to know how he was doing under your....care." He absentmindedly twirled a strand of hair around his finger. "I meant no harm by it."

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