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specifications) wrote2018-05-01 10:18 pm
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( notes | letters | items | window calling | courtyard shouting | etc. )
[ Today catches Charles in that developed habit of sitting in his window; the snow has mostly subsided now, and it's easier to people watch this way. (It's a habit of unwinding when every day seems so full of things he's not certain he's ever going to get proper handle on.
He glances across the courtyard, and finds a familiar figure in one of the windows across from his. (He can't recall, but is serendipity a god?)
Charles waves to catch Arthur's attention. ]
He glances across the courtyard, and finds a familiar figure in one of the windows across from his. (He can't recall, but is serendipity a god?)
Charles waves to catch Arthur's attention. ]
[ Arthur has started to do much the same thing when he isn't on the roof or down in the courtyard himself. He wasn't really the kind of person to people watch much in his world. But he, sadly, has hours to fill when he's not training and too tired to do much else.
He catches the movement and looks up to see--huh. So their houses are literally across from each other. He doesn't wave back but he straightens himself up some and jerks his chin towards the other man. Yeah, he sees you. ]
He catches the movement and looks up to see--huh. So their houses are literally across from each other. He doesn't wave back but he straightens himself up some and jerks his chin towards the other man. Yeah, he sees you. ]
[ Charles rolls his eyes, thankful at least that as much isn't clearly visible at this distance. He doesn't know what he expected, which this has been much of their interaction thus far.
The waving turns into a different motion upon recognition. One that beckons. ]
The waving turns into a different motion upon recognition. One that beckons. ]
[ Charles expects too much, apparently.
Arthur shakes his head and motions for Charles to come to him. ]
Arthur shakes his head and motions for Charles to come to him. ]
[ There's a loud sigh that Arthur can't hear and a gesture that still looks an awful lot like flipping someone the bird before he clambers out of the window and disappears for a moment.
(It's not actually much of an imposition, but he still has a measure of pride, damn it. Which means he waits an extra moment or two before he comes out of the insula and across the courtyard. ]
(It's not actually much of an imposition, but he still has a measure of pride, damn it. Which means he waits an extra moment or two before he comes out of the insula and across the courtyard. ]
[ Arthur sees that and turns away to laugh to himself. Arthur stays up in the window, however, waiting until he sees Charles walking out into the courtyard.
It's only then he goes down to meet him in the outside hallway of the bottom floor. ]
You waved?
[ Since it wasn't really a "call". ]
It's only then he goes down to meet him in the outside hallway of the bottom floor. ]
You waved?
[ Since it wasn't really a "call". ]
I did.
[ He looks a bit more somber and serious than he has in any previous conversation, glancing behind Arthur into the hallway leading to the storerooms and, if it's anything like his own building, a small (and more than a little terrible) bath. ]
Is it alright to talk here?
[ He's usually one to trust first and ask later. But he has no telepathy here anymore, and his emotional gut instincts are all over the place, especially with the particular man in this building who's given him the information he intends to ask about in the first place.
Arthur's always seemed like someone to take everything seriously; he hopes that feeling isn't wrong now. ]
[ He looks a bit more somber and serious than he has in any previous conversation, glancing behind Arthur into the hallway leading to the storerooms and, if it's anything like his own building, a small (and more than a little terrible) bath. ]
Is it alright to talk here?
[ He's usually one to trust first and ask later. But he has no telepathy here anymore, and his emotional gut instincts are all over the place, especially with the particular man in this building who's given him the information he intends to ask about in the first place.
Arthur's always seemed like someone to take everything seriously; he hopes that feeling isn't wrong now. ]
[ Arthur frowns somewhat at the change in demeanor from Charles. He's never seen him like this before but the question seemed to give him an idea why. He looks behind him and then up.
Back to Charles, ]
Better down there than up there. The walls are pretty thin. Could go into the bathroom if you wanted more privacy.
[ At least he's guessing that's what Charles wants. ]
Back to Charles, ]
Better down there than up there. The walls are pretty thin. Could go into the bathroom if you wanted more privacy.
[ At least he's guessing that's what Charles wants. ]
[ He nods quietly and will follow just as much so. Outside of his informant, the information is still sensitive enough that Charles recognizes without issue that it's something to keep quiet.
As much as he wants to help, as amiable as he can be, he knows well the value of privacy. And once upon a time, he'd scarcely had to worry about it. Until now.
Once in the dilapidated bath: ]
I'm very sorry for the runaround. I need some help, but it's best left...discreet.
As much as he wants to help, as amiable as he can be, he knows well the value of privacy. And once upon a time, he'd scarcely had to worry about it. Until now.
Once in the dilapidated bath: ]
I'm very sorry for the runaround. I need some help, but it's best left...discreet.
[ He crosses his arms, shaking his head, ]
It's fine.
[ He understands the need for being discreet very well. Granted, it was usually for his profession. ]
What do you need help with?
It's fine.
[ He understands the need for being discreet very well. Granted, it was usually for his profession. ]
What do you need help with?
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I was told--
[ He starts shifting from one foot to the other, clearly not practiced on the art of actually being clandestine. ]
--That you were someone to talk to if I need someone I can trust. The irony, of course, being I wouldn't trust this source with discretion of any kind that doesn't involve payment or some kind of upper hand.
Please tell me I didn't actually hand him money for nothing.
[ He starts shifting from one foot to the other, clearly not practiced on the art of actually being clandestine. ]
--That you were someone to talk to if I need someone I can trust. The irony, of course, being I wouldn't trust this source with discretion of any kind that doesn't involve payment or some kind of upper hand.
Please tell me I didn't actually hand him money for nothing.
[ Arthur makes a face at all of this, confused as hell by the vagueness of it all and it shows on his face. He holds up a hand when Charles gets to the end of... whatever that was. ]
What the hell are you talking about? Who did you pay?
What the hell are you talking about? Who did you pay?
[ Under his breath: ] So "minion" isn't an apt descriptor, thank god.
[ But then he just fixes Arthur with a look, glances up to the "floors" above them, and then back with a "you know who" expression that looks suddenly very tired and not at all as cagey as he'd started. ]
[ But then he just fixes Arthur with a look, glances up to the "floors" above them, and then back with a "you know who" expression that looks suddenly very tired and not at all as cagey as he'd started. ]
[ His brows go up at that -- or at least what he thinks he just heard. ]
Excuse me?
[ And then he gets a look but he holds up his hands, ]
No, I need more than that. Talk. To. Me.
Excuse me?
[ And then he gets a look but he holds up his hands, ]
No, I need more than that. Talk. To. Me.
[ Charles sighs. Look, he'd tried, alright. But there's a reason he's worried about talking about this in this building. He knows how old walls grow ears. ]
He didn't give me a name. Acerbic. Walks with a cane. Rather incapable of telling much of anything resembling the truth, if my gut feels right.
[ Somehow he still really doesn't envision the man as anything approaching the James Bond he knows. ]
He didn't give me a name. Acerbic. Walks with a cane. Rather incapable of telling much of anything resembling the truth, if my gut feels right.
[ Somehow he still really doesn't envision the man as anything approaching the James Bond he knows. ]
[ Arthur sighs tiredly at the description and reaches up to pinch at the ridge of his nose. ]
Oh god, that guy. You shouldn't have given him money.
[ He straightens up and gestures to the door and the yard beyond it, ]
Never give that asshole money. Because your gut is right.
[ The guy, whoever he was, was not someone Arthur was remotely willing to trust despite them being apart of the same house. ]
He's a liar, an asshole, and if I were to go deeper, manipulative. Or he likes to think he is.
[ It didn't work that well on Arthur and it just annoyed the other man in return. ]
Oh god, that guy. You shouldn't have given him money.
[ He straightens up and gestures to the door and the yard beyond it, ]
Never give that asshole money. Because your gut is right.
[ The guy, whoever he was, was not someone Arthur was remotely willing to trust despite them being apart of the same house. ]
He's a liar, an asshole, and if I were to go deeper, manipulative. Or he likes to think he is.
[ It didn't work that well on Arthur and it just annoyed the other man in return. ]
It's not as if I enjoyed doing it, but I needed an answer. I can't just--This isn't something you can ask publicly. But I couldn't exactly trust anything he said, including giving me you--
It didn't sound like anything you'd consent to.
[ "Minion." Christ.
But Charles pauses; if this is the right time for trust--and he thinks it might be--he's not going to be the man that lies to get what he wants. ]
Look, it's--back home, this is easier. I didn't have to wonder what people thought or felt, I just knew. I don't have any of that anymore and I--
It's...difficult to know what I can trust and what I can't.
It didn't sound like anything you'd consent to.
[ "Minion." Christ.
But Charles pauses; if this is the right time for trust--and he thinks it might be--he's not going to be the man that lies to get what he wants. ]
Look, it's--back home, this is easier. I didn't have to wonder what people thought or felt, I just knew. I don't have any of that anymore and I--
It's...difficult to know what I can trust and what I can't.
[ He holds up his hands to the other man, waiting for him to stop before finally saying: ]
Again, I have no idea what you're talking about with most of this. Just that the guy told you about me. Fine. Whatever. Don't give him any more money.
Second, just tell me what you want me to do.
[ He's not even Touching that... other stuff. Right now. Later. ]
Again, I have no idea what you're talking about with most of this. Just that the guy told you about me. Fine. Whatever. Don't give him any more money.
Second, just tell me what you want me to do.
[ He's not even Touching that... other stuff. Right now. Later. ]
[ He looks a little taken aback by this, though whether it's not asking for an explanation or bluntly moving straight into business, he doesn't say. There is, however, a slight huff in his voice. ]
I don't want you to do anything. It sounds as if you have enough trouble with people taking credit for your work as it is. I need your help.
[ Which, pedantically, is still doing something. Whatever. He doesn't give Arthur the chance to tiredly ask him to just get to the point, however, as he doesn't take much of a pause before: ]
...I need to break into the Senate.
I don't want you to do anything. It sounds as if you have enough trouble with people taking credit for your work as it is. I need your help.
[ Which, pedantically, is still doing something. Whatever. He doesn't give Arthur the chance to tiredly ask him to just get to the point, however, as he doesn't take much of a pause before: ]
...I need to break into the Senate.
[ He sighs through his nose because, honestly, it's part of a Point's job to do that. They bring the job together and collect the information everyone else needs. He's used to doing the work. And he already misses it.
But when Charles finally does tell him, Arthur stares at him for a moment before a laugh seems to wheeze out, ]
Seriously? Why?
[ But he's not saying "no". ]
But when Charles finally does tell him, Arthur stares at him for a moment before a laugh seems to wheeze out, ]
Seriously? Why?
[ But he's not saying "no". ]
I can't honestly be the only one around here who's noticed this sort of "live and let live" isn't really working.
[ Lawlessness in American Western Expansion terms is never a thing he's had to legitimately consider, but much of the Complex seems to be taking to it with abandon. ]
Community cooperation starts with responsibility. [ Which, given what's drawn them both here, they're in sore need of. ] But I need to know how it works. Actually see it, not just...read about it.
[ But there's a glint in his eye and he sounds far more excited and present as he explains. ]
We're in Rome. Why are we here if we don't take advantage of it?
[ Lawlessness in American Western Expansion terms is never a thing he's had to legitimately consider, but much of the Complex seems to be taking to it with abandon. ]
Community cooperation starts with responsibility. [ Which, given what's drawn them both here, they're in sore need of. ] But I need to know how it works. Actually see it, not just...read about it.
[ But there's a glint in his eye and he sounds far more excited and present as he explains. ]
We're in Rome. Why are we here if we don't take advantage of it?
[ Arthur finds himself smiling for a whole other reason as he listens to Charles talk. The excitement, while low key, is a bit contagious. Hands on his hips, he nods. ]
You're not wrong. On either account.
[ He looks back to the closed door, ]
They keep expecting us to be... what? An army?
[ He looks back to Charles, ]
That isn't going to happen right now. Everyone spends too much time in their own head, thinking they are more right than everyone else.
[ Arthur included. But at least he can see how much of a disadvantage that is to the overall goal. Maybe they are used to that in their own world (which still sounds crazy) but this place isn't the world any of them know. ]
You're not wrong. On either account.
[ He looks back to the closed door, ]
They keep expecting us to be... what? An army?
[ He looks back to Charles, ]
That isn't going to happen right now. Everyone spends too much time in their own head, thinking they are more right than everyone else.
[ Arthur included. But at least he can see how much of a disadvantage that is to the overall goal. Maybe they are used to that in their own world (which still sounds crazy) but this place isn't the world any of them know. ]
A team at any rate. There has to be a reason for the training and close quarters living arrangements. It's...not so different from home in that way at least.
[ But home both includes amenities like heating, and refrigerators, and the neighborhood watch-like phone trees. Or town halls.
They need their town hall. ]
But no, I don't think it is either. Athenian democracy may have had its problems, but modern "democratic" governments cite it as a foundation for a reason, right? Get people involved in their own government, give them a reason to care about it for themselves, and the community emphasis will come around.
[ Hopefully. ]
[ But home both includes amenities like heating, and refrigerators, and the neighborhood watch-like phone trees. Or town halls.
They need their town hall. ]
But no, I don't think it is either. Athenian democracy may have had its problems, but modern "democratic" governments cite it as a foundation for a reason, right? Get people involved in their own government, give them a reason to care about it for themselves, and the community emphasis will come around.
[ Hopefully. ]
Pretty sure it's an army if there's to be a war.
[ But he agrees overall. So far, just forcing them to live closely together doesn't seem to doing much but making people more irritable. ]
You're placing a lot of faith in strangers getting along just because we make them sit together and talk.
[ Which will be a whole other issue if Charles really does plan to do this. They can't make everyone participate in this. ]
You know it's going to be guarded, right?
[ But he agrees overall. So far, just forcing them to live closely together doesn't seem to doing much but making people more irritable. ]
You're placing a lot of faith in strangers getting along just because we make them sit together and talk.
[ Which will be a whole other issue if Charles really does plan to do this. They can't make everyone participate in this. ]
You know it's going to be guarded, right?
I have faith in people. Everyone has the capacity to be better; they only need the opportunity.
[ And he leaves it at that. Outliers aren't what society should be judged on as a whole, only how that society treats its outliers.
And he laughs, leaning in to grasp Arthur by the shoulder. ]
Thus why I need help.
[ And a particular set of skills. ]
[ And he leaves it at that. Outliers aren't what society should be judged on as a whole, only how that society treats its outliers.
And he laughs, leaning in to grasp Arthur by the shoulder. ]
Thus why I need help.
[ And a particular set of skills. ]
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