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thisavrou_log2017-03-15 11:34 pm
cockade) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-03-15 11:34 pm
open;
Who: Arno and everyone????
When: All of March
Where: Kauto, R1
What: It's the opening of Arno's business, Café A Paris, and he'll be there to chat, serve whatever the cafe has to offer, and pass along word from the network of informants and spies he's slowly building (if you need it). Also, PARKOUR.
Warnings: n/a
[It's not quite home, not really. But Arno supposes in this case, it'll do well enough.
Café A Paris sits neatly on a corner of the street within Kauto's first region; a street that is busy, usually, with different Savrii and other newcomers to the area. There's no large sign that says "GRAND OPENING" or very much anything that shows it's just opened- rather, it's by word of mouth that passes the business along.
Said word of mouth includes both normal Savrii, as well as those possibly looking for a shadier side of information dealing. Either way, he can provide.
a) Arno has no shortage of things to do, it seems. Most days, people keep him busy in the café, the interior a comforting and homey kind of feel. Beyond the simple café bar, visitors can sit and watch whatever may be happening on the stage in the back of the room, a few hangers and bins full of props and other things for people to use however they please. The Frenchman himself usually spends his time talking with those who come by the bar, learning about Thisavrou and those who inhabit it. Sit down, relax, converse- even do improv if you please. The café is open to your needs.
b) There is, of course, another reason the café exists- but it's not one heard very often, or out in the open. Café A Paris is truthfully a safe haven for information; whether receiving it, or giving it in turn. Arno has set it up as a location for informants and spies to pass along word or to meet with discretion, whichever works for them and their client. And, in turn, he's begun to expand his own network of contacts and informants that report back to him daily, providing him with notes here and there about things happening on Thisavrou. Eventually he hopes to expand and gain allies on other worlds (as well as here), but for now this will do. He's available for any information you might need, provided he knows what to look for, or if you simply want to be in the know for what's happening.
c) Of course, he isn't always at the café. Early mornings and late nights at times find him roaming high above normal heads. Arno may not be back in the streets of Paris, but he doesn't let that stop him from doing his usual run. Said run is pretty extravagant and spectacular for a man who tells people he's mostly a courier and a fencer. He ventures high on rooftops and then randomly jumps down to lower ones at incredible speed, using ledges and walls as points to grab and twirl down to wherever he ventures next.
Truthfully, the Frenchman has no location set in mind, but sometimes running blindly is the most free he's felt since being taken by the Ingress. The view is nice, anyway, and he doesn't mind surprise company if it does decide to show.]
When: All of March
Where: Kauto, R1
What: It's the opening of Arno's business, Café A Paris, and he'll be there to chat, serve whatever the cafe has to offer, and pass along word from the network of informants and spies he's slowly building (if you need it). Also, PARKOUR.
Warnings: n/a
[It's not quite home, not really. But Arno supposes in this case, it'll do well enough.
Café A Paris sits neatly on a corner of the street within Kauto's first region; a street that is busy, usually, with different Savrii and other newcomers to the area. There's no large sign that says "GRAND OPENING" or very much anything that shows it's just opened- rather, it's by word of mouth that passes the business along.
Said word of mouth includes both normal Savrii, as well as those possibly looking for a shadier side of information dealing. Either way, he can provide.
a) Arno has no shortage of things to do, it seems. Most days, people keep him busy in the café, the interior a comforting and homey kind of feel. Beyond the simple café bar, visitors can sit and watch whatever may be happening on the stage in the back of the room, a few hangers and bins full of props and other things for people to use however they please. The Frenchman himself usually spends his time talking with those who come by the bar, learning about Thisavrou and those who inhabit it. Sit down, relax, converse- even do improv if you please. The café is open to your needs.
b) There is, of course, another reason the café exists- but it's not one heard very often, or out in the open. Café A Paris is truthfully a safe haven for information; whether receiving it, or giving it in turn. Arno has set it up as a location for informants and spies to pass along word or to meet with discretion, whichever works for them and their client. And, in turn, he's begun to expand his own network of contacts and informants that report back to him daily, providing him with notes here and there about things happening on Thisavrou. Eventually he hopes to expand and gain allies on other worlds (as well as here), but for now this will do. He's available for any information you might need, provided he knows what to look for, or if you simply want to be in the know for what's happening.
c) Of course, he isn't always at the café. Early mornings and late nights at times find him roaming high above normal heads. Arno may not be back in the streets of Paris, but he doesn't let that stop him from doing his usual run. Said run is pretty extravagant and spectacular for a man who tells people he's mostly a courier and a fencer. He ventures high on rooftops and then randomly jumps down to lower ones at incredible speed, using ledges and walls as points to grab and twirl down to wherever he ventures next.
Truthfully, the Frenchman has no location set in mind, but sometimes running blindly is the most free he's felt since being taken by the Ingress. The view is nice, anyway, and he doesn't mind surprise company if it does decide to show.]
c
Surely it's not the same, she thinks—what she does isn't all that spectacular. It's only hunting or riding. Arno, she notes from a distance that only her Graceling eyes can make out so clearly, is doing something a little more unusual. Katsa remembers that he'd always favored high places, but she's fairly certain she's never seen him run like this before.
...So she climbs his cafe. Katsa is not as good at it as Arno, not nearly. She feels like she looks rather more like a lumbering bear as she does so. But she makes it to the top one way or another, and it's there she waits for him, arms crossed, observing his run as best as she can. ]
I'd remembered your proclivity for high places, but I wasn't aware you're just as eager to throw yourself from them. [ This is actually. Fascinating. ] Is this why you ride so poorly? Everyone travels like this in France instead? I imagine the ledges might become crowded with so many people falling from above.
b
On this particular occasion she stops in and sees the owner behind the counter, and settles in at the coffee bar. "Hear anything new?" she asks after she's been given her latte.
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By the time he arrives back at his café, the sun has gone below the horizon- but he has no problem seeing Katsa waiting for him with his Eagle Vision. There's something of a chuckle and he can't help but give a wry grin in return.]
Do you remember people eagerly climbing the walls of the Sainte-Chapelle in Paris? I'd rather like to see people try to travel by way of jumping off bridges and swimming because boats take too long, or running across the Notre Dame because they would rather enjoy a view instead of taking a carriage around the city. [He shakes his head, laughing.] I'm only one of the few who does something like this.
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[ She smiles at him, just able to make him out in the darkness. It's a bullshit answer, of course—if crowds of people had been doing any building-hopping in Paris Katsa would have been bound to notice, no matter what was happening—and she knows that Arno knows that, too.
There's a mild chill, a pleasant one, and Katsa tilts her head back to enjoy it as she looks back out at the skyline from their position on top of the cafe. ]
Though you I've always known to be almost as demented as I am to try it. Is it an independent pasttime you've developed, then? Or an essential skill to running a cafe wherever you go?
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Arno is no stranger to those always looking for work, and even the kind of work they may be needing. People ranging from informants to mercenaries come to learn what they can, and where they can go- it's part of the system he's become used to running these days. Some simply want information, others want work, still others want to meet with the client before agreeing to whatever it is they're discussing. It's a routine and it's not one he's unused to by now.
Texas' dropping by has become something he's noticed, though Arno never bothers to point it out to her, or to anyone else. They know why they've come, and so does he.
Today he offers her a raised brow and a huff before answering, one hand wiping off a spill on the counter left by a previous customer. "That depends." There's a pause before Arno speaks again, choosing his words carefully. "I've got several things happening at this point- what matters is if you're looking, or if you want to pass something along instead."
His offer is simple, and he hopes she understands: there are a few mercenary and informant jobs that need people, and there are others still that just want to move information forward. Arno keeps both options open for her to decide.
c
[Screw early mornings though. Those are for losers.]
[Nights? Nights are perfect for revving your engine and going back to old habits. Like racing locals through the streets. Of course, you don't expect your headlights to wash over someone leaping from roof to roof. So he skids to a stop, arching up on his tires to try and catch a better glimpse of the jumping... person.]
Whoa! Arachnid-Guy??
[Knockoff Spiderman??]
B
After a while, about fifteen minutes to their meeting, the man turns to say something to J who answers with a smile and quick nod before standing up and leaving the table. Once she's on the other side of the cafe and near the counter does she drop the smile from her face, her expression turning into dull and bored.
She steps closer to the counter and eyes the pastries behind the glass cabinets, once or twice looking back to check on the men. ]
a
He'd ducked inside and made sure his horns didn't catch on the doorway, arms folding over his chest after he'd stopped to take a look around.
Huh, looked pretty old. At least there was a bar, which was where he was striding to now, trying not to knock over any unoccupied seats as he went. ]
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It's a whole new thing to be called "Arachnid-Guy," though.
He skitters to a halt on one of the rooftops, eyes scanning over the edge to see who exactly called out to him. His head tilts, confused a little, but he calls down regardless, leaning over the edge with a raised brow.]
Did you just call me a spider? [He laughs.] I wasn't aware I had six other legs hidden somewhere.
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[And upon recognizing the voice, the car just... unfolds. And stands up. Enough to where he's almost at eye level with the human.]
Hey! It's you!
S'up dude!
a
[lúcio feels slightly guilty for not having checked in on arno for a while. not that he doesn't think the frenchman can't look after himself, he just likes to make sure the moira crew are doing okay.
he catches the guy at the bar and drops into one of the seats dramatically.]
Mon ami, j'ai besoin d'un câlin!
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[It's said with the widest grin possible, of course. Arno breathes out as he watches the horizon for just a moment, then looks back to Katsa.]
It's more the latter, honestly. I knew how to travel like this since I was young, and it helped me escape certain people who liked to cheat at cards. [Nevermind the fact that he cheated at them as well.] Eventually I honed it further and use it now for the café as well as other means.
[Namely, in assassination.]
Though I have to admit I should consider it in future establishments- as I know I'm not the only one who does that sort of thing back home. [Mostly the other brothers and sisters of the Brotherhood practice parkour, just like him.]
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He hasn't ever met a Transformer, though. That's a new one.
So when Sideswipe transforms out of his car form, Arno jumps back in surprise, mouth agape and hanging there for a slight second in afterthought. He recovers, but not before blinking owlishly and shaking his head.]
Last I recall, I was nothing of the sort. [He pauses, laughing and crossing his arms.] Do you make it a habit to call out to people on rooftops?
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So when J leaves the group and comes to the counter, he's surprised by the look of boredom across her face. A brow raises as he cleans a part of the counter nearby, addressing her while he works.]
You look like you're having a spectacular time. [There is irony in the statement, and he means it harmlessly anyway. Arno's last customer left a few minutes ago and he doesn't have any orders, so he might as well talk to pass the time.]
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You say I'm a terrible liar. But I'm obstinate enough to insist upon it anyway, until everyone is compelled to agree with me. It's my patience and persistence that makes up for what I might lack in lies.
[ For she wouldn't lie to him, not in any real capacity. Not as Po had done, though it had been necessary and she'd long forgiven him; Katsa still remembers the feeling of betrayal, whatever the circumstance. And Leck's lies, the terrible untruths that had spread far beyond Monsea, touched even her own mind however far away she was. No lies, not to a friend.
There's a chill at the base of her neck, and Katsa—uncharacteristically—shivers.
Is a lack of truth—simply telling nothing at all—a lie? ]
...Amazing. [ This she means earnestly. ] That's incredible, Arno, that you could learn and use something like this without a Grace. I've never seen an Ungraced climber do things such as you. I wonder what it is they feed you in France.
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[Sideswipe, however, is not. He's grinning, in fact. Doing a little wave and actually winking at the human on the roof. He's totally aware of the admiration and shock. And he totally loves it.]
Good! 'Cause spiders? Never again dude. [A beat.] And yeah, when they're doing something awesome.
b also damn you for making me want to go find some brownman stuff
Let it never be said that Sombra isn't the sort who can't network, and she's as casual as you can be as she makes her way to the cafe. The first visit is just that - a visit. Albeit one where she gets a feel for the place, samples the menu, and so on and so forth. You know. Reconnaissance.
The second's where she actually makes an effort to chat up the man in charge, so to speak. Smiling charmingly, tilting her head just so, calmly asking;]
So what's on the other menu?
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She has never made her connections plain to Arno, never explained to him how her relationship with Ryuuzaki means she has many options when it comes to investigating crimes or infiltrating shady organizations. He just knows about her mercenary business. But that's all fine with her. She takes a sip of her coffee and eyes him.
"Well. You know how I hate being bored," she says.
In other words, yes, she's looking to pick up a job herself. She knows he'll understand.
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Bull's presence is definitely something unique among those who visit his café, however, though Arno is not one to shy from it. Rather, he takes a great interest in his new guest, and eagerly greets him at the counter.
(And also makes a mental note to get larger chairs for customers like poor Bull.)]
Bienvenue, monsieur! What can I get for you?
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If there was ever a time Arno's eyes would light up, this would be a reason. He smiles widely, brow raised as he laughs.]
And a hello to you as well, mon ami! Since when did you know French?
haha, SUCCESS
It's all a matter of planning, however. How things go in his network depend on how well he branches out, and how stable this planet remains in the mix of it all.
Sombra's visit happens to catch him in the front of the café, having just finished speaking privately with an informant about the seedier side of one of the local marketplaces in Kauto. He manages to perk his head up and raises a brow to her remark, but he lets out a slight grin as well.]
That depends. [He's not overtly loud, a controlled tone that doesn't give away much.] Who's asking?
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[ The man's accent reminds him of someone from Orlais. Just the way it slips off the tongue, and he's met quite a few in his time.
Bull leans down to get an elbow rested on the counter. ]
Shame about the chairs. Might need to put two of them together.
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[he laughs, too, hopping up to hug arno regardless.]
Though... that's about all I know. That's how you ask for a hug, right? I hope it is.
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[He huffs back his own laughter, raising a brow and crossing his arms. He knows she's just teasing him, just as he's teasing her right back, and it reminds him of the times he spent with friends in the Drabwurld, even before things became more difficult to work around.]
Feed me? I'll have you know I only eat the finest pastries from the café, though I'm sure bread and normal food work just as well. [Arno jabs at Katsa's elbow lightly, snorting in amusement.]
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"There's three. All hands-on, but different clients." He slides out three small envelopes to lie in front of her. It's casual, looking as if the both of them are discussing simple business of the café, not potential mercenary work. "One involves a bodyguard, another involves grabbing something specific, and the last one is more of an escort request.
They're all unique, I believe. The clients themselves are interesting in and of itself."
The Frenchman says nothing else, but he doesn't feel it's necessary. He trusts Tex enough to ask questions if she needs to, and he'll be more than willing to answer them.
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[ She mimics his stance, though she smiles. There's a twinge of something here, almost sadness despite her contentment—there are people missing here.
How different would things be, if they'd all stayed in the Drabwurld together? Hermione and Nasrin, Elizabeth and Porthos and Diarmuid. There had been plenty of bad in Allaidh Darach. But there had been so much good, too. ]
Hmm. Pastries, is it? Then I'll wish to see what you put in those, as well; when in order to move in such a way you must be eating spells of bird feathers and rainwater, and you sleep on a bed of clouds.
terribly sorry for taking forever to tag back! :(
But that setting changed when he spoke to her. And instead of asking what she'd like to have he pointed out her current state of boredom. J's eyes move up from the slice of strawberry cake to meet his eyes. Her mouth hangs open and eyes are wide from the surprise but only after a quick moment the nonchalant expression returns to her and with a lazy roll of shoulders she answers.]
I'm sure you would too if you had to listen some old men's pissing contest.
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Indeed, Tex doesn't intend to ask questions beyond slipping the envelope into her pocket. Her business partner happens to be someone who can check all the clients out for her before she takes the work, so she doesn't need to inquire as to their trustworthiness or any other factors like that. And she knows if Arno is presenting the work, it will pay well.
With that taken care of—and so quickly, too—she picks up her coffee and takes a drink before lowering the mug again. "By the way," she says, in a musing way, as though she'd just thought of this. "My partner and I are planning to expand out of Kauto in the near future. I may not have so many openings in my schedule when that happens."