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[diadermic]

Who: diadermic AND OPEN
When: Noon, before the sirens go off.
Where: Sector 4 in the streets unless taken somewhere else.
Summary: "My name is Altaïr, and this is my favorite bench in the whole Siren’s Port." MAKE HIS LIFE HELL
Warning: NOPE or not yet anyway OPEN FOR ANYTHING???? oh and possible philosophical stuff lolol.

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SORT OF HELL, YOU SAY?

[axemeaquestion]

If Rochelle had to pick between here and home with no in-betweens, she would have had to pick here. For all the shit that happened here, along with AGI and SERO looming over everything she saw, at least it wasn't as bad as constant life-or-death at home. It didn't mean she LIKED it, but she also knew she didn't have much of a choice

GDIT

[diadermic]

What Altaïr knew of AGI and SERO was near to nothing. They control them. Keep them prisoner. Feed them contentment and make them blind until these newcomers (As mush as Altaïr disliked the phrase when they were more than unwelcomed.) could only depend on those that controlled a city that was corrupted.

It seemed foolish, in all honestly, how Altaïr was not afraid of this city or how it seemed to even control him without him knowing it, and he will do what he can without or with allies. But for the time being as he was sitting on the bench with his line of vision directed at the feet of wandering people that scattered throughout the city --

-- Until an unfamiliar woman had come up to him, inquiring him about a unknown department that revolved around licenses, whatever they may be

SRRY

[axemeaquestion]

Yes, Altair. Your italized licenses and departments were important and serious business. Rochelle quirked an eyebrow at him, at first trying to hear what he was telling her, and then trying to figure out what to say at that.

"... Guess you wouldn't know, then."

[diadermic]

Perhaps in these modern times, but Altaïr was in a land that seemed to breed chaos. Either way, her own question and the statement afterwards was of no concern to him. Her business was her own business, but this did not dismiss Altaïr’s own curiosity.

"Provide a elaboration, I will do what I can."

[axemeaquestion]

"... You're not from around here either, huh?" Not judging by the roundabout way he spoke, anyway. She didn't mean anything by it, though her tone was slightly exasperated. Great.

"Uh... it's a place where you can get a license for things..." Okay, that was stupid. "Vehicles, guns, whatever. Depends on where you go what they'll license you. But since we're all in the city now, one big happy family, I figure they should at least have one here."

[diadermic]

There was no motion that Altaïr did to indicate that she was right, the silence after her words were well enough proof that she was correct in her assumption.

"Very well." He stood from the bench, glanced at her before he moved passed her. He did not turn his head as he spoke, instead he only formed words under his breath to confirm his assistance concerning her, "I will make note of it."

[axemeaquestion]

... Creepy.

Though Rochelle had a good idea of what he meant by the silence, and by his words, she asked anyway.

"So you DON'T know, huh."

[diadermic]

There was minor hesitation that tensed up Altaïr’s frame, and even though he paid no mind in drawing his vision towards her, he inclined his head to the woman.

"No." It was obvious enough, "Ask someone else if you are in desperate need." But that did not stop the assassin from making his way through the streets in search of it himself, for whatever reason. Perhaps to help her, or as an excuse to remove himself.

sorry for the short tag, just woke up

[axemeaquestion]

"Well, it's not exactly DESPERATE, but--" Oh, wait. There he went. "Now where'd YOU going?"

She had half a mind to call him an ass, but she kept it back.