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Post by SceneMod on May 31, 2012 23:25:17 GMT -5
Month 9, Week 1, Day 3, Semi-private. Posing of Esprit with player permission
The small coffee shop located in one of the less touristy areas of Monaco is a local treasure. The lack of flash and money around it keeps most of the tourists out, a fact which makes the locals very happy. Still, The Edge is always packed to over-capacity. Every table is taken, as are the spaces and railings of the rickety deck out front. Consequently, patrons are expected to share their tables, if they are drinking alone.
A dark-skinned woman with hennaed hair sits down at the table currently occupied by one Detective Esprit Hunt. She is dressed in a spaghetti strap tank, capri pants, and sandals. There's a small tattoo on her neck, a design that the person known as Spinster might recognize*.
The woman takes a sip of her black coffee and smiles at Esprit over the rim of her cup. She says in heavily accented English, "I see you are a person of good taste. The chai here is the best in the country."
*The tattoo is the same image that was on the badge given to Spinister on Pz-Zazz.
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Post by Spinister on Jun 1, 2012 10:23:11 GMT -5
Esprit does notice the tattoo, though her eyes do not linger there. That would be a mistake. Oh joy, she's going to get dragged back into all of the inexplicable crazy again, isn't she? And Ned is an ocean an a continent away. That shouldn't mean anything to her, she who should be a he with rotor blades that wound the air into submission, but in this body, the distance means something, unfortunately.
Instead, she's here with Det. Dahlia, another partner, like Kup, who is not really a partner at all. Esprit pulls out her cell phone and texts Det. Dahlia, 'Don't touch any black dust or anything corrupted with black seams.' It is entirely possible that Det. Dahlia is right there, but Esprit is texting her anyway.
She wonders if the text will even go through.
Esprit asks, "What do you need?"
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 3, 2012 19:29:29 GMT -5
The exotic woman chuckles softly as Esprit pulls out her phone. "They said you'd do that."
"It isn't a matter of my needing anything. I'm just a Courier, actually. Of a sort." She takes off her bracelet and rolls it toward Esprit.
The bracelet is a heavy thing of silver engraved with glyphs that have never been seen on thisplanet. The glyphs on the outer band aren't important, but the access code stamped into the inner band is.
"You're going to want to check your e-mail."
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Post by Spinister on Jun 3, 2012 19:48:24 GMT -5
The Courier lies. She wants Esprit to check her e-mail. That's something. Esprit is mildly disturbed by the glyphs. She can read them. Of course she can. It's Helexian for 'Keeper of the Keys'.
Esprit stands and goes to the bathroom, taking her drink with her. She'll need a private stall to check her e-mail on her phone.
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 15, 2012 11:01:33 GMT -5
The Courier quirks a brown and smiles as Espirt gets up. If Esprit left the bracelet on the table, the Courier will reclaim it.
Once Esprit is in her e-mail, she will see an e-mail with the subject Need a little Pz-Zazz in your life?. It's the kind of e-mail that should have gone to spam, but for some reason, it didn't.
If Esprit opens the message and enters the access code when prompted, she will see a pictures of humans juxtaposed against pictures of Transformers. One set features pictures of a very unique magenta jet and a scarred, yet clean-cut redheaded man. The name given to the man is Reid McClaren. Another set features an obviously fast red and white car next to a slightly built woman of obviously Asian descent by the name of Hotaru Watanabe. There are others, including Addison Payne (who by this point is probably already suspected if not known) but most are background characters and therefore unimportant in the grand scheme.
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Post by Spinister on Jun 17, 2012 23:32:30 GMT -5
On the one hand, the bracelet is probably covered in evil poison and probably also contain a tracking device. On the other hand, it is probably the key to some jetslag doorway at some point. That is how all of Ned's video games go.
So Esprit keeps the bracelet for now.
She is impassive over her 'spam', but she would grimace if she was more emotional and more expressive. Esprit is reactionless in thew face of the pictures. However, she will act on this.
Spinister has been unafraid to use himself as bait and walk into a known trap before.
No matter what happens, Esprit will learn something.
She also uses the bathroom and washes her hands, just while she's there.
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 24, 2012 21:19:31 GMT -5
The Courier is still at the table when Esprit returns. Odd for the establishment, the policewoman's seat has not yet been taken, not even by some sunglasses, askin' about a scar.
The dark-skinned woman quirks her brow at Esprit and sips her drink.
"I'm supposed to ask if you need anything, or if you have any messages to send back. Standard procedure."
The Courier says this in a tone that indicates she isn't expecting much of an answer.
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Post by Spinister on Jul 13, 2012 21:07:39 GMT -5
Esprit returns and she considers her answer, because she certainly does have one. "I don't know what they want."
There. That's her answer. Esprit really has no idea what she got herself into. She was dying of drugs at the time. Her judgement wasn't what it could have been.
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 21, 2012 22:58:17 GMT -5
Somehow, the Courier's eyebrow manages to lift even higher than it was previous when Esprit answers.
"You don't know?"
The woman regards Espirt with no small amount of disdain. "How can you be an Agent if you don't know?," she snorts and adds, "Lan must have recruited you." Her tone indicates that failing in full disclosure may be a habit of the old Lion's.
"Not my place to explain, and beyond that, I'm just a Courier. I just deliver packets, I don't get into the nitty gritty. But Agents keep the balance, and I'm guessing whatever was in your message is geared to that in some way."
Which is true. There should not be a bunch of giant robots turned human running about mucking with Earth, and there certainly shouldn't be energon growing anywhere in this universe. Of course, that last hasn't been brought up to Esprit, has it?
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Post by Spinister on Aug 8, 2012 19:38:50 GMT -5
A very slight smile tugs at Esprit's mouth, and an inhuman fire burns in her eyes.
The Courier can be disdainful if she wants, but that little admission has given Esprit a great deal of new information.
Esprit is aware of the energon situation, more or less. She rises, obviously gearing to leave if not stopped.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 19, 2012 16:08:01 GMT -5
The Courier does not try and stop Esprit. Instead she brings her cup up to her lips and sips.
As Esprit leaves, a very slight smile spreads across the Courier's face.
OOC: Wrap?
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