what makes these monsters cry;

[solitaire]

Date & Time: sometime last week.
Location: in the city outside the hold; en route to an abandoned museum.
Characters: remy; & nill & sam.
Summary: remy is a thief who is bored. there are people who come into contact with him doing extralegal things. is legality even a worry here? who knows.
Warnings: n/a.

It had started out based on something Collette had said. Skateboards, and the museums in the city. From there Remy had gotten the idea, and since then the old abandoned places had become his regular haunts. There is something sad about those places, lonely and almost pathetic. Who would want to preserve items like this? Old CD's and satellite dishes. The remnants of the age he came from don't seem worth remembering.

But he'd scaled the place once with a mission, and now it has become a challenge. Old and abandoned as it is, the museum provides all sorts of interesting twists and turns for him to test himself with. He can crawl through half-buried doorways and life partially-shattered glass cases. Not everything is useless, either, and he often comes away with a modest haul. He's saving these things, he believes.

Tonight is cold and rainy, and he's coming away from the museum with a layer of dust in his hair and eyes. The city is cold and quiet, most of the natives having gone to bed for the night. But there is still the occasional Transport milling about. Remy hides his haul in the folds of his coat and travels across the rooftops, but occasionally he finds himself on the street and walking along beside the closed-up shops. It stands to reason that someone would run into him, eventually.

Comments

[solitaire]

"De rien." And the smile turns sly.

[reassures]

Her smile widens, and for a moment Nill actually looks a little proud of herself.

I remember what that means. I've been learning other words, too.

[solitaire]

He nods, clearly impressed.

"Thought you were smart. Glad not ta be disappointed."

[reassures]

Do you mind if I asked you for help with it sometimes if I have trouble?

[If she kept learning the language with books alone, she would probably be able to read and converse in it over the network, but understanding spoken words would be a bit more difficult.]

[solitaire]

Avec plaisir.

_{( He laughs, to himself. He's going to keep doing that he thinks it's quite hilarious. Funny, how no one else seems to think so. )}

That is, it'd be my pleasure.

whoops I slipped into action gkdjh are you cool with just... continuing like that...

[reassures]

[Nill will probably think it's quite funny too when she learns the words a bit better. For now though, it's more of an interesting challenge. Learning another language isn't something she's really needed to try at before.]

Thank you. I think it would be fun.

lol its fine by me!

[solitaire]

I always thought so. It's just kinda normal, ta know 'em both, where I'm from. When I was a boy, me an' my cousins would trick tourists, that way.

_{( They'd get caught up listening to the French, "how authentic!", and Remy or Etienne or Henri would be busy picking their pockets. )}

ahhh thank you

[reassures]

[For a moment, Nill looks confused. She's known many people from many places, but most of the places she's known them in all spoke the same language. It had never really occurred to her to question this as strange, but she wonders now, was that normal? She can't think of any way that you could trick someone by speaking a different language.]

Was it good that they did not understand you?

<3!

[solitaire]

_{( Remy considers that a moment, too. )}

Well, yeah. Decievin' people, it's kinda fun.

[reassures]

[So it was something like that. It isn't difficult to picture Remy tricking people for the hell of it, but she can't help but wonder if that's all there was to it.]

It sounds like it could be fun.

[solitaire]

The world's a dishonest place, y'know? So it's easy ta use that while you can, instead of bein' tricked yourself.

[reassures]

Dishonest worlds create dishonest people.

[It's less that she's calling him dishonest specifically, but stating a fact - and even if she did mean him, it isn't as though being dishonest is a fault. It's just survival.

Though truthfully, she has yet to hear about a world that's honest to begin with.]

[solitaire]

_{( He laughs, at that, not in an unkind way. It just reminds him of something he used to say--"I'm an honest man living in a dishonest world>/i>." He used to manage it with a straight face, too. )}

Maybe so. Or maybe truth's jus' a dicey thing, ta begin with.