Subject: Des shuddered.
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Posted on: 2015-02-28 00:39:00 UTC
“Guys, can you please not bring that mission up? Pretty please with a puppyface?” He grimaced. “I still have nightmares. Brr.”
The agent drew his coat closer and shuddered again. His hands were shaking and he was paler than before.
Lana smiled. "So, where are you two from? No, wait, let me guess... Some kind of French area, and... Hm. Mediterranean sea area? Levant region?" She frowned at Des.
Ari sighed and sat down. "So, did you two order already, or...?"
Des shrugged. “We can always signal another waiter, though.”
He sat down again and peered curiously at Lana. “Levant? Ah, you mean the Middle East. Well, yes and no. I don’t come from World One, but my home verse’s geography is pretty much the same. Though I’ve no idea how you’ve guessed; my accent’s certainly not like anything from the area — not Arab, or Persian, or Kurdish, or Israeli.” Indeed, his accent was practically a mishmash of various things — a few words sounded like Received Pronunciation, others sounded Scottish, some were harsher (South African, perchance) and some were not unlike German. The sentence he added was obviously in a foreign language, though — there were way too many harsh kh-sounds.
... Dom said in what was definitely a French accent. "And legally. And almost-but-not-quite-culturally. Uh, yeah, I'm currently French, i guess."
"So, uh... What about you? Where do you come from?"
"Lana's from steampunk Germany. Have you ever been to that region?" she asked the older Agent.
Lana looked abashed. "OK, 1, it's 'gaslamp fantasy.' Two, uh," she laughed sheepishly. "One of my teachers was from there - I don't recall what the exact country translates to in World 1 terms. He'd travelled around a lot, so I guess his accent was pretty mixed from that. And he probably was trying to be deliberately confusing. Sorry."
I guess it was to be expected, since Lana had answered his question at the exact same time he asked it. "Sorry... Uh, no, thank you. Uh, no, wait. Gaaaaaaah. Nevermind."
Ari looked mildly confused back at Dom, before shrugging. "Anyhow! So, Intelligence? I had to do a stint there recently. I was 'too physically incapable' of going on missions or something." She made air quotes around the phrase.
Lana rolled her eyes. "And you know that that was precisely correct."
Ari grimaced. "Unfortunately yes."
“Guys, can you please not bring that mission up? Pretty please with a puppyface?” He grimaced. “I still have nightmares. Brr.”
The agent drew his coat closer and shuddered again. His hands were shaking and he was paler than before.
"So. How was that time in Intelligence?", he asked Ari. "I guess it must have been pretty boring for an agent."
((I posted a reply to an earlier post by mistake. Oops.))
Dom yawned. "I'm sorry, but I'm feeling really tired right now. I should probably have at least some hours of sleep this week," he said with a faint smile. "Too bad for the pasta..."
"Anyway. That was a really interesting conversation, thank you. Good bye, and I hope to see you later!"
With that, he got up, walked towards the door, and left the pub.
((It's time skip time! That thread was kinda dead, and I'm not sure I can handle two RP threads at a time, so, I'd rather make my character leave. He'll come back in The Future! *sci-fi noises*))