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[mouthiness]

[BACKDATED to this afternoon. Somewhere in Paris, Deadpool is sitting on bench, a cell phone pressed to his ear with a bored look on his face. And... Good god is he wearing a suit? He is! A business suit and a tie and everything topped off with a snazzy hat because his masks didn't make the transfer over. Today he's looking a bit run down though

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[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov happens to be walking behind that bench. School's out now, so that gives her free reign to do nothing, instead of a stupid fake job. She still doesn't have any catsuits, though, so that's a minus for fake magic Paris.

Anyway, she catches that phone and immediately begins to dig through it, as she moves to stand behind a man who is obviously from Paradisa, as he's talking about journals.]

Mexican is rare in France. You might be able to find tapas, but that is likely as close as you will get without a huge amount of digging through tiny side streets.

[Reading your text messages now~]

[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov pats his shoulder condescendingly.]

So blow up the Arc already.

[mouthiness]

How?! Where am I supposed to get the materials? I don't have French contacts and even if I did I doubt they'd be here for me to get bombs from.

[mc_blackheart]

Oh for god's sake, do not make it sound like some kind of impossibility. Anyone worth their skin can construct a bomb from materials found in a home supply store.

[mouthiness]

Well duh. I like pro stuff better. More boom.
Besides, if you want to blow the thing up so much, then why don't you do it yourself?

[mc_blackheart]

But if you cannot use the professional tools, why turn up your nose at what is available?

Oh, I have no vested interest in blowing it up. But explosions are a good stress-reliever, and you seem to have a lot a stress. The Arc is merely a target suggestion.