Actually... [He pauses, meaningfully, as if considering something.] ...Perhaps it would be better for me to meet up with you? Besides, I've been meaning to look into a few of the tea shops around.
If you wish; I may have a need of a second set of arms. Some company wouldn't go amiss either.
[An Irishman who isn't one of the Dead Men, a necromancer or China Sorrows seems like very good company, actually. The cafe whose location he gives isn't too far from the Hotel, on the way to one of the better marketplaces.]
[And promptly he is. Crowds are no issue when you're as skilled at free-running as a man with Assassin training. He, obviously, takes care to keep as far out of the public eye as possible, dropping down into a shaded corner before heading over to wait by the café entrance.]
[Anton only comes out once his list is finished, which is a bit longer than when he began--though he was anticipating some random requests on the basis of the inanity of the broadcast. He nods to Shay in his corner, unsurprised by his location. No Elemental, is Anton, but aware.]
Certainly. What would you like to add to the list?
[He's heading out the door, yes, but he's still got a pen and paper in hand to write. And he's not going to broach any Specific Subjects unless Shay does first.]
[Once they're outside, he's already lookign around, Eagle Vision activated, to see if anyone stands out as suspicious before he encroaches on anything that may be private. Caution would still be employed, of course, his Eagle Vision may not be as reliable as back home.]
Perhaps you could recommend some pain remedies, things people can buy without the recommendation of a doctor. I've found myself suffering from headaches.
[And then his voice lowers a tad, subtly.]
And, perhaps, why a man as direct as yourself would give such a general announcement to the entire population. Forgive me if this seems presumptious, but you don't seem like a man who announces his every move.
I know of a few good alternatives; I've some at the Hotel, if we can't find any today.
[Anton keeps his first-aid kits well stocked. Although he doesn't look up from writing, carefully because he's walking, he smiles slightly and waits for some kedan to pass before speaking.]
We--the Foreigners--have made a number of important broadcasts on the public consoles lately, and we know now that our radios can be hacked. But even the most ... shall we say, conscientious of observers ... will find their enthusiasm waning when all they have to listen to are inanities.
Because the consoles are still the primary means of communication, and using them will establish a precedence and an expectation on the part of anyone trying to spy. In addition, if they believe the radios are the more reliable source of information, it creates opportunities for us.
[Cutting off mid-sentence? Never good. Anton tenses fractionally and scans the crowd for any potential threats, whether he recognises them or not. Nothing stands out, but that doesn't necessarily mean a lot. Anton can only rely on his eyes.
[He steps closer to Shay, between him and the crowd, covering him.]
[But it sounds as though it isn't a danger, and that makes Anton relax somewhat. He still maintains his position between Shay and the crowd, though, even while he guides the man toward another cafe with a hand on his arm.]
Come along to the teashop, then. Something hot to drink to steady you first.
[And if there's a table with an appropriate amount of space, then that's up to Shay to say anything more. If not, Anton will ask again when they get back to the Hotel.]
[It shouldn't be that much of a problem; He's had the Sense all his life, it's just the suddenness of the condition triggering his Sense is something he needs to get used to...
Luckily, there is a table that's isolated enough to appease the Templar's paranoia. He sinks into a chair with a mug of tea.]
[Within a few minutes and with a deft, inexorable matter-of-factness Anon has them situated and drinks ordered. As before on the street, he makes sure he's between Shay and the bulk of the room, covering the man and keeping a sharp eye out for anyone paying them too much mind.
[He begins without preamble.]
You may tell me however little you please. I only need to know one thing--is it a danger to you or anyone else?
[That, coupled with the fact that Shay is actively using his Sense to also detect anyone hidden around and listening, means this is probably one of the most secure locations in Keelial at the moment.
He shakes his head.]
No. No danger, just... disorientating. [He shifts, returning his view to normal as he takes a sip of the tea.] Certain people from my world have a... A sense. A second vision, almost. It helps us locate and see certain things; people, items of interest, helps us determine friend from foe. Normally, we can activate it at will, but...
[He sits back.]
Ever since my soul gem was recovered, it's taken to triggering randomly. Sometimes it can be hours, or days, but every so often, it just flashes.
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If you could pick me up a few things? I've got the money, just a bit tied up with a bit of clothing repair.
[And if you could fill him in on this scheme, Anton, it'd be appreciated.]
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Of course. What do you need?
[That would give the game away--unless Shay asks in person, of course.]
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[An Irishman who isn't one of the Dead Men, a necromancer or China Sorrows seems like very good company, actually. The cafe whose location he gives isn't too far from the Hotel, on the way to one of the better marketplaces.]
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[And promptly he is. Crowds are no issue when you're as skilled at free-running as a man with Assassin training. He, obviously, takes care to keep as far out of the public eye as possible, dropping down into a shaded corner before heading over to wait by the café entrance.]
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Master Cormac. You're looking much better, I see.
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Much. I feel better now all my belongings have been returned. [He gestures to the door.] Shall we?
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[He's heading out the door, yes, but he's still got a pen and paper in hand to write. And he's not going to broach any Specific Subjects unless Shay does first.]
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Perhaps you could recommend some pain remedies, things people can buy without the recommendation of a doctor. I've found myself suffering from headaches.
[And then his voice lowers a tad, subtly.]
And, perhaps, why a man as direct as yourself would give such a general announcement to the entire population. Forgive me if this seems presumptious, but you don't seem like a man who announces his every move.
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[Anton keeps his first-aid kits well stocked. Although he doesn't look up from writing, carefully because he's walking, he smiles slightly and waits for some kedan to pass before speaking.]
We--the Foreigners--have made a number of important broadcasts on the public consoles lately, and we know now that our radios can be hacked. But even the most ... shall we say, conscientious of observers ... will find their enthusiasm waning when all they have to listen to are inanities.
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[Intriguing.]
If the radios can be hacked, why concentrate on the consoles?
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To whom are you referring? Us, or them?
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[First off.]
P'rhaps I'm missin' something with my inexperience with the method, but if they can hack one, why concentrate on another?
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[And then he stops, what he was saying cut off. Looking back, one would see the man fixing his gaze on a certain point dead ahead.
What actually happened, however, is Shay's ability just triggered randomly once again.]
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[He steps closer to Shay, between him and the crowd, covering him.]
Where is it?
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[Which is true.]
I thought I saw something, that's all.
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Whereabouts? Something you recognise?
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[He sighs, lowering his voice.]
It's complicated, and not something I'd like to discuss in public.
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Come along to the teashop, then. Something hot to drink to steady you first.
[And if there's a table with an appropriate amount of space, then that's up to Shay to say anything more. If not, Anton will ask again when they get back to the Hotel.]
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[It shouldn't be that much of a problem; He's had the Sense all his life, it's just the suddenness of the condition triggering his Sense is something he needs to get used to...
Luckily, there is a table that's isolated enough to appease the Templar's paranoia. He sinks into a chair with a mug of tea.]
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[He begins without preamble.]
You may tell me however little you please. I only need to know one thing--is it a danger to you or anyone else?
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He shakes his head.]
No. No danger, just... disorientating. [He shifts, returning his view to normal as he takes a sip of the tea.] Certain people from my world have a... A sense. A second vision, almost. It helps us locate and see certain things; people, items of interest, helps us determine friend from foe. Normally, we can activate it at will, but...
[He sits back.]
Ever since my soul gem was recovered, it's taken to triggering randomly. Sometimes it can be hours, or days, but every so often, it just flashes.
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