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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.

There was that tiny glimmer of hope when the military rescued them, that they'd be safe and maybe not the WHOLE country had been infected. But with the way things were going, who really knew? Then there was that whole Carrier business.

It was the weekend and these were the things that were stuck on Rochelle's mind right now, as she walked around. Vaguely, she had decided she'd try to talk to issuing authority around here and start taking the steps to getting her gun permit. You know, before she got caught (technically she didn't say she DIDN'T have a license...). She needed something to do anyway, other than watch movies and try to find a real hobby. Ro thought about back home and here often, but it got to the point where she realized--she didn't have much of a choice, did she? It didn't mean she LIKED it, but...

Eventually she took a seat over at the bench near Altair. She hadn't paid him much mind just yet, as she had taken a map out of her jacket pocket and flipped through it.

Had to be around here SOMEWHERE...

"Uh..." She decided to finally pay him some mind, and glanced at the man next to her. "You wouldn't know where the department of licensing would be around here, would you?"

They had to have one, right? She knew there'd be more to it than just walking up and asking if she could carry a concealed weapon or not, but it was the place you were supposed to start, wasn't it?

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.

He understood the layout of the city enough, having taken in enough hours leaping from rooftop to rooftop to get the general idea of how the city worked. It is what laid underneath those rooftops that Altaïr was ignorant about. New stores sporting new goods that Altaïr had no interest in, had no reason to be with his own goal. So when the woman came up to him, he promptly ignored her for half a minute, it was not out of rudeness, but it was out of his dislike of not knowing what should be known.

When he finally inclined his head to her, he only spoke in a short soft murmur that did not lack any firmness, "...I am uncertain of what you ask."

SRRY

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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.