A Break [Active]

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Character(s): Fox McCloud, open to all
Content: Fox takes a break from exploring to get something to eat. He's feeling a bit down.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat [L7]
Time: evening
Warnings: none


He had spent some time filling out the specifics of his wristcom's map; he was more comfortable with the layout of this strange place, at least. But while he had come across a few interesting people, the natives were all but brainless and nobody he knew seemed to be here. He was sick to death of running into primates (and if he never saw blond hair again it would be too soon). He took a sip from his drink restlessly.

The cafe was nice, at least, and whatever poison had been in the water before was gone, as far as he knew. He spent some time talking over the journal system--it was a strange device, seemingly out of place as far as technology in the city went--and learning more about the organization. He would help to fight them if they were behind this; it wasn't his usual thing, to take jobs without money, but he wanted to go home.

A familiar face would have done him a world of good right now--but somehow he doubted he'd find that.

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She really must stop looking for a drink, but some things were just so frustrating. Like that brat "pirate" (and definitely a pirate and not a corsair) and that will-o-wisp of a girl. Bah! There was something fishy about her, and Naja knew a thing about fish.

She swayed into the cafe, arms crossed over her chest, Morgenstern secured back to her side. Her eyes quickly assessed the area. She smirked and found herself sliding into a seat near the gloomy character, unannounced. Uninvited. But she needed no small things like that!

Naja waved down a brainless blond, ordered herself a strong drink (although it couldn't be as good as the gypsy brew), and then signaled to her sudden (probably unwilling) companion. "Another for this one herrre. 's on me."

After the blond made his way off, Naja leaned back, arms still crossed, and grinned at this particular character, but said nothing.

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Naja nearly laughed out loud, but instead it came out as an amused chuckle of sorts. She picked up her drink that the waiter came back with and swirled around the liquids, watching the other other the rim of the glass. A grin was still on her face.

"Wouldn't it make you feel so much better if I said you were just special?" She supposed he actually was. It wasn't often that she offered drinks to complete strangers; only those that seemed of interest, that she had already spoken with enough. Him? She thinks that maybe she spoke to him very briefly once, and unfortunately must have missed out on his time. Hm.

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She let herself smirk more openly. Well, even subconsciously she knew how to choose people well enough. This "Fox McCloud" would be a fair companion for her time of, well, being in this very cafe. Heh.

If her line of work was going to fall through the waters here, eh, well, she'd find something to amuse her here. She already found the gypsies, but a little bit more was never bad.

"Never anything wrong with such," she agreed, amusement in her silky voice. She saw through his mask, but she said nothing on it. Wouldn't do either of them any good, after all. That, and she really didn't care. "Name's Naja Salaheem. Bet you've seen it around a bit. Hoo... though I've quieted down." She took a large swig of her drink and set it down. She shrugged. Nothing big. Nothing small.

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((*FAILZ* Sorrry. *stops dying*))

Naja scoffed, just a bit. She wasn't even really actively looking for anyone right now. Sure, she still scoped out newcomers and assessed them amongst everyone else as potential material, but she was keeping herself under the radar lately. Though she was incredibly curious about the new turn of events with the Mayor. She wondered if she would be able to look into it...

If she was back home, she would have been able to without contest.

Figures.

"Yep. That's the one." You'd think she would've had some good juicy intel by now. Heh. Well, what he didn't know that she didn't know, doesn't hurt 'im. "Not much. Lots of potential. Not as much use 'round this place though. There's some, but weaselin' thrrrough the folk of Paixao's cracks is a bit... prroblematic, see."

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"I think the laziness of the citizens are addicting," she sighed. "'bout all that's gotten done is someone killing the Mayor." And then she paused, looking amused, clicked her tongue, and continued, "Oh, my mistake, I do of courrrrse mean the Mayor's most unforrrtunate death." And then the grin was back on her face.

How many people really thought that the Mayor just died like a normal person? Bullshit! Had to be an assassination. And her, like others, wished that they could get a sniff of the investigation, but damn, these citizens were uptight about letting any of the foreigners do... anything.

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That was something Naja hadn't thought about - Larxene. In fact, Larxene was someone that Naja tended to ignore completely. Naja herself could be a cruel person, but Larxene took things to a level that Naja would never. A new kind of manipulation that was something she never wanted to try out. It just wasn't her thing.

A distraction. Larxene was the most heard of character from this big-bad Organization. It wouldn't surprise Naja if the shocking woman had done the deed.

Naja scowled. "Now that's an idea to look into," she mumbled, almost to herself. She wondered how to go about it. She had no Sentinel-lackies here to send off into corners of the city and dig up information. She'd have to do it herself, and not necessarily make it public. Couldn't be over the message board. Maybe the journals? Lock it from the known Organization members, maybe...

Hm. Interesting, indeed...

There was a plotting look on her face as she finished her drink.

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"Tch, not easy is an understatement." She wasn't quite sure where she would really start, though perhaps she could provide enough of a "distraction" for someone else to get in on the scene of the crime. Though she bet that they've probably moved the body by now. But where? One of the hospitals? Did they have a morgue here?

Death seemed hard to come by here. Everyone was too y -

Her eyes narrowed. "What did they say he die of?" She scowled. They didn't say anything. Didn't even try and mask the problem. She shook her head, lost in her thoughts. She already knew she couldn't weasel Fox into being one of her Sentinels. Hell, at this point she didn't give a damn. Even a...tch...partnership could be interesting, 'long as she got some juicy info.

Funny, back in the capital she would've never even considered such a thing. Damn city! Messing with how she looks at the world. Figures.

"Scene of the crime might not give much of anything," she rambled after flagging down the waiter and getting another drink ordered. "The body is what matters. Apparently these Organization folk have some special abilities or something or other. Unusual. That overlord seems to have the most experience with Larxene."

She shut up when the waiter came back, and nodded appreciatively after he left. "I bet they've moved the body by now. Question is? Where. Could be maybe there's some distinguishable marks left on him." Then she shrugged and laughed a bit. "But maybe there's nothing at all!"

Still, she doubted these damn citizens could tell.

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That's right. The citizens didn't seem to give a damn. Didn't seem to even notice anything. Did anything ever effect them? Too bad they didn't use the journals, heh. Figures.

She wondered if that moogle knew much of anything.

Hmmm... the secretary. She had to be good for something at the very least. Maybe she didn't see anything, but hell, she had to know more than others. It was worth a shot. "Right. Prrobably the best bet. Any lead is better than none, anyway."

Though city hall was probably swarmed. Maybe if she posted something on the message board, only to the woman, she'd respond (and agree to meet them? Probably not); she did seem to know how to use that, after all. "I think we should trrry and contact her first before showing up around city hall. She may not even be there anymore."

Though she was curious about the mayor's current replacement, too.

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((Epic-fail on my part, sorry))

After a bit of focusing on her drink and her journal, both something that Naja was becoming quite accustomed to, Naja closed the journal with a sigh and gazed up lazily at Fox. "What can I say? It was worth a shot. Perrhaps then then we fall to Plan B. A bit of a.... march on City Hall..." She purred. Though while the idea of starting a "march" to City Hall (a large protest even would be comical), it wasn't at all what Naja wanted.

Even Timon, their "soon-to-be-Mayor" was getting uneasy about how things were going. Being afraid for friends. Naja didn't quite have the same problem, pawns were easily replaceable. Except, she hadn't quite found any pawns here, and the folk she did find, she'd like to keep using, even for a bit longer.