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1st Kill ~ Consoles / Video and/or Action [Hotel Lobby]
[The feed flickers on to show an up-close view of a man's torso, wearing a dark-coloured jacket and plenty of straps.]
Did I do it right...? [Comes the thick, Irish brouge of the man, before he shifts back, revealing his face in the process.] ...I'm assumin' that red light means it's workin'... If not, I probably look madder'n a frog in a sock talkin' to meself like this.
[Shay pushes a hand through his hair, scratching at his head, sighing.]
You all sure do give a man a lot to think through. I mean, Christ, I just got here'n yer talkin' 'bout turtles and consoles... Enough to drive a man t'drink.
[A pause.]
Speakin' of... if any o'ye fine folk could point me in the direction of where I could get a wee dram, it'd be most appreciated. There's gotta be a pub or a tavern 'round here somewhere... O'course, I don't have much in the way of local currency.
[The man sighs, leaning against the desk the console is on.]
This is gonna be a wee problem, isn't it?
((OOC: People are free to encounter him in the lobby of the Midnight Hotel.))
Did I do it right...? [Comes the thick, Irish brouge of the man, before he shifts back, revealing his face in the process.] ...I'm assumin' that red light means it's workin'... If not, I probably look madder'n a frog in a sock talkin' to meself like this.
[Shay pushes a hand through his hair, scratching at his head, sighing.]
You all sure do give a man a lot to think through. I mean, Christ, I just got here'n yer talkin' 'bout turtles and consoles... Enough to drive a man t'drink.
[A pause.]
Speakin' of... if any o'ye fine folk could point me in the direction of where I could get a wee dram, it'd be most appreciated. There's gotta be a pub or a tavern 'round here somewhere... O'course, I don't have much in the way of local currency.
[The man sighs, leaning against the desk the console is on.]
This is gonna be a wee problem, isn't it?
((OOC: People are free to encounter him in the lobby of the Midnight Hotel.))
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[1700's meant gold and silver coinage. A short supply, but still pure gold and silver. The banknotes were likely £10 and £15 denominations.
A decent haul for a man... especially since the £200 quoted is a mere fraction of what Shay actually has.]
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Then you'll be best off selling the coins as bullion. Metal and stone is extremely rare here; when it's found, it's usually been repurposed. I should think the coins would be worth significantly more than their weight, accounting for impurities and clipping.
[Strange. It's a significant amount to be carrying on one's person, for someone who hadn't struck Anton as nobleborn. The money wasn't inherited. Quite possibly he had achieved an honoured career in the military.]
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Interest can be a decent thing, if managed correctly.]
Bullion, aye, that's a fair route. I take it y'have someone in mind fer me to try? Someone who won't rob me blind, if y'don't mind.
[A joke, there, keeping the mood light.]
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[It's a simple observation, but an accurate one, Anton is sure. He writes a name on a spare bit of paper, and an address in Irish.]
This is the woman with whom I deal most commonly. She is very fair with exchanges. Do be cautious when showing your coin, however; that amount of near-pure metal makes you one of the richer personages to be walking the streets hereabouts.
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Gaeilge was a bit harder. He folds the paper, regardless, stashing it in a pocket.]
I'm honoured you think so. Aye, I can hold me own, I'd just rather not the trouble. And I grew up in the streets of New York, I'm wise not to flash my coin around.
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I apologise. I assumed because of your accent and era that you would be fluent in Gaeilge. Would you prefer me to rewrite the directions in English?
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Not fluent as such. I can hold me own in a conversation, but... aye. If y'wouldn't mind. It would make things a bit easier.
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[Possibly it was wistfulness. Most people with Irish accents didn't speak Irish, or didn't speak it as Anton had once spoken it. Hearing Shay's accent and then his era ... yes, likely it was wistfulness. Anton slid the new note to Shay.]
Were you born in New York?
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[Not so much now, in Anton's opinion, though he prefers not to talk politics when it comes to specific nations. Every country has their flaws. He still does remember the frontier, though, riding through that endless country--there had been something romantic about it even then.
[Now, though ... well. In some ways Anton preferred the pilgrimage to the modernity.]
How goes the war?
[Even though he knows how it ends. Even though he was there for a good part of it. It's more a nudge, to see what sort of position Shay held.]
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[He doesn't miss many tricks, our Shay. He's heard on the console that there are people from the future.
But that's, more or less, forgotten when Anton brings up the war.]
It can go all it likes, unless it interferes with what I'm doing. I hold no stock to war. Pointless waste of life.
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[It's an absent statement of fact, primarily because Anton is regarding Shay. That judgement is simultaneously true and exceptionally condescending to every soldier who's ever had to fight in a war. An experienced front-line soldier would never say such a thing; therefore, Shay's obvious training was directed elsewhere. Anton revises his opinion yet again.]
And if the war cannot be avoided, for the sake of the liberty of thousands?
[Or millions?]
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[This is true, but... There are instances where war may be necessary; The assassins and the templars, for example, but they didn't involve the common populace... usually, anyway.]
If it were to end the suffering of people trapped at the whims of these men, I may adjust my opinion.
[Notice he didn't say "liberty" or "freedom." This is a touchy subject for the Templar, and he would rather not commit.]
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Frequently it is.
[Anton's words are quiet.]
But even then one may fight for the lives of those fighting with them, if not for the fools who made the conflict.
[Anton was never more alive than when he had someone to fight alongside.]
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[He shifts. This topic was getting bitter, he could sense that much.]
I don't fight a war over terretory, or kings. I fight to save human lives from the stupidity and bloody-mindedness of their brothers. It doesn't make war any less pointless and tasteless.
[So much so that he was branded a traitor by people he called family. Was it worth it? Yes.]
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I apologise. I built the Hotel as a refuge for those running from war, but I spent too long fighting one which lasted centuries to dismiss it so casually. That one was not without purpose.
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[He looks around the hotel, before back to Anton.]
I do not mean to make light of your cause, Master Shudder. It's possible that your world and mine are similar, yet completly different. I can merely go from my experience. [Bowing his own head.] As narrow-minded as it is. I apologise for any slight, nonetheless.
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[He shakes his head.]
There is no need. It has simply been a while, I think. I don't disagree with you, in some respects, but--I have grown accustomed to war.
[He shrugs.]
From your coinage and the fact I marked the war with accuracy, there is some degree of similarity between our worlds and their histories, at least.
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[A statement? A warning? A criticisim? Probably neither, but Shay was never good at keeping his mouth shut.]
Someone familiar will be welcome. [A pause.] Although probably not that familiar, if I'm right?
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[More so than Shay knows, where Anton is concerned. He smiles faintly.]
Not that familiar, no. My world is rather magical in nature; the Hotel was built with it. But I will remember much the same historical events as you, I think.
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[He's onto your future-y-ness, Anton.]
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[Future-y-ness? Psh.]
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I am but a mere child to you.
[It's said quietly, almost a mumble.]
Still... That's three centuries in my future. Events I can recall must be dim, at least, to you.
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['Mortals' may not go down too well.]
The war between the French and the British in America was one of them.
[He raises his hands palm-up and shrugs.]
It's a not-so-distant past, in many ways.
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The Order of the Knights Templar... What does your world have them involved in?
[The Templars were, secretly, involved in many aspects of the Seven Year War, if only to further the goal of preventing the Assassins a foothold in the colonies. If these beings were involved, also, they may know the involvement.]
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