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001 :: Arthur :: [In Person]

[Paris. Arthur knew the city by sight but for him, it was hardly a place of comfort. Too many bad memories shifting to the surface, of Mal, of Cobb. Of course, given his job he didn't expect anyone to be familiar with him here, not when he made a living off hiding, remaining anonymous. Still, there was a slight feel to Paris right now that he was uncomfortable with - people walking by, seemingly ignoring him, faceless and forgettable.

Instinctively, he reaches for the dice he keeps in his pocket, because he knows he won't go anywhere without it. There was nothing to suggest otherwise, but this was reality. If it could be called that.]

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[Kio is carrying a candy colored umbrella and more shopping bags than is reasonable. He stops when he sees Arthur, considering him for a second. At first he thought he was just another one of this Paris's strange citizens. However, there was something uneasy about him something none of the others managed to achieve so Kio, being Kio, calls out to him]

What are you doing out in the rain, Nii-chan?

[He's starting to feel the effects of standing out in the rain; his hair plastered to his face, no longer slicked back perfectly, and his suit clinging to him. He shakes his head, as if trying to ignore the memories that came back and turns around, looking for the source of the voice.]

Excuse me?

[Arthur pauses, briefly remembering the question he was asked.]

Sorry, I suppose it's just a sudden realization that I'm here in Paris again. It's a surprise I'm not used to.

[Kio raises a hand in greeting] Hi! Oh, right.

[He chuckles and rubs the back of his head]

Yeah it gets pretty crazy around here!

[Arthur nods briefly.]

Around here? Have you been to Paris before?

[Kio shakes his head]

Nope! It's my first time here! I'm having fun though!

Really?

[Arthur glances at the shopping bags he's carrying.]

Of course, I should have realized that some people enjoy the shops here. You didn't clear them out, did you?

[Kio laughs]

No, of course not! We've got at least a week here, there's still tons of shopping for me to do!

I hope Paris still has something left to sell by then.

Mm! I'll make sure it does! You must be new, right? Kio-chan makes it his habit to know everybody and he doesn't recognize you.

If new referred to just arriving, then yes, I suppose so?

That's what I mean, yeah! Did you see the Manor at all?

Nope. Streets of Paris are the first thing I saw.

Ah! Okay! Um! See! I! Hm, I know! I'll show you the thing--! Heazu-chan's thing!

[He begins digging around in his bags for his blackberry. After some struggling]

Uhhh....

Can I see your blackberry?

[Arthur slides his blackberry out effortlessly.]

Here.

You'd think we could have gotten better equipment though, these seem outdated.

Ah! Thanks!

[After some fiddling he finds what he's looking for it's Heather's welcome packet (http://hell-is-silent.livejournal.com/1457.html). He hands it back to Arthur]

Here you go!

[Arthur skims through it, taking particular note of all the roles mentioned... which may prove useful for him in the long run. Or not. Particularly that information gathering aspect. Seems like Arthur's got a potential rival that's playing for the good guys.]

I appreciate it. Should be useful in the long run.

Mm! I hope so!

[But Kio shows no signs of leaving]

[Gene has his head covered by his jacket and finds an awning. The crowd didn't really seem to bother him and he seems to blend in pretty well with them considering he's just as bland looking as the lot. Other than his movements, he could be mistaken for anyone.

Once under the protective shielding, he removes his glasses and begins to wipe them off with a handkerchief he pulled from his inside liner pocket. The accountant didn't anticipate this trip at all and it showed in his slightly nervous nature.

He sees another man that he doesn't recognize but his mannerisms seemed unlike the rest of the passing crowd. Gene puts his glasses back on to have a better look.]

Hey! Can you tell me how to get to the nearest hotel? I'm sorry if I'm bothering you.

[Arthur turns around at the sound of the voice. In the rain and throng of passerby, it's difficult for him to pinpoint the source. He sees the man cleaning his glasses, and while looking similar to everyone else, the fact that he's looking right back at him is a clear indicator.]

I wouldn't say you're bothering me. In fact, you're probably one of the few that seem to be speaking up at least.

You're in the heart of Paris here. Try the L'empire Paris a few blocks over. It's one of the few places I've never had trouble with.

[The response earned a grateful nod from the accountant.]

Thanks. It's been several years since the last time I came here and well, it's uh...changed some. I mean, I guess it's not the same since the Author stuck us here but the people...they're so much more lively back home.

[Gene steps forward and offers his hand.]

I'm Gene Watson.

[Arthur takes his hand and shakes it. He's a bit wary being so open right off the bat but there's something about the man - not entirely trust worthy as of yet, but the potential's there.]

My name is Arthur. I've been here recently, so I can say with some certainty it's nowhere near the same either.

You mentioned an Author though? Am I missing out on something?

[Gene rubs the back of his head in a gesture of, "I shouldn't have said that so soon" but he tries his best.]

Well, it's kinda hard to explain. It's like...you've heard of the Great Book of Deeds at the Pearly Gates, right?

Can't say I have. Something I should be aware of?

Sorry, it's a Biblical thing that was instilled into me since I was young. Sunday school kinda does that to a person. Anyway, the Author seems to be writing out this big story and we're the characters in her book. It's kinda strange but hey, I guess that gives new meaning to the word "purpose".

So... you're telling me that instead of a religious, holier than thou figure, you have a Shakespeare wannabe giving me my role?

... just fantastic. Nice try though, there's no one directing my purpose here.

Nice reference. [Gene shrugs.] It was the majority of the consensus that claimed a religious figure but I do like the wannabe Shakespeare reference a whole lot better.

Well, religious figure seems far less likely in this sort of situation, but I'm more driven by facts as opposed to beliefs and hearsay.

[Thought graced his features now.]

You have a point. I should have know better than to place the two in comparison. Thanks for the clarification. Anyway, objectively looking at it, our situation really isn't all that bleak. Sure it seems bad but we've survived in our respective world things that the Author hasn't thrown at us since it's been done.

Still, it's interesting to see how we come out of it.

Likewise. I can handle whatever gets thrown at me - Paris so far is nothing new, so it's not like I'm out of my comfort zone. I suppose if push comes to shove however, it'll be something I'm capable of tolerating.

I'm learning that. It takes a bit of getting used to but it's not impossible. This is mild compared to what we faced before.

[He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and offers one to Aurthur.]

[Arthur waves the cigarettes away.]

No thanks.

If this is mild, what else have you encountered?

[He takes one out and lights it as he thinks of everything he faced.]

Let's see, for starters, we've been sent to Pripyat, that was fun in an experimental nightmare sort of way. Then there was the time that some random people showed up and claimed they were our long lost loved ones...or directly related to us which turned out a serious change in the law structure.

Oh, then there was the time that we were forced back to school along with the ever-so-weird week when any time we touched a person of the opposite sex we turned into a zoo creature. You still had your logic....just not the digits or the body to carry it out.

And just a few weeks ago, we just got through Hell Month. October, it seems, is the time of year for horrors. I'll never look at a haunted house the same again.

[Arthur takes in all of the events, keeping himself as straight as possible. All of these occurring, these... are just too ludicrous for him to really believe, but not wanting to disappoint the other man, he doesn't say much.]

Sounds like an eventful time. And you really had no control over these?

None whatsoever.

[Even Gene thought it all sounded ludicrous which is why he looks embarrassed and slightly on edge.]

It's like....I dunno, some sort of weird Twilight Zone phenomena only it's real and not just what the mind fabricates. Ask around. You'll see I'm right.

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