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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on May 20, 2008 19:54:55 GMT -5
Tuesday tucks the small map back into her substantially well sized bag. "Its nice to meet you, Alexi. I'm sorry again for running into you." She wasn't entirely sure if she was the one who ran into him, or if he ran into her, but hey, she wasn't exactly sure where she was or where she was going, or even what her purpose in Havana was, and Alexi was the first person who stopped, however accidentle it had been, and talked to her.
"Thats probobly because I'm not from around here." She says, somewhat redundantly, shrugging a bit. "I'm pretty far away from home, actually."
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 20, 2008 20:00:17 GMT -5
"Is that so?" Alexei asks distractedly, but finally gives up looking around and turns his attention to Tuesday.
"Pleasant to meet you, then. I'm not from here, either. I'm actually here on business, from Moscow."
He puts on his best pleasant smile.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on May 20, 2008 20:05:57 GMT -5
Tuesday turned her head for a moment, to try and see what he was looking at. All she saw was people, walking this way and that, to get where they need to be. Alexi looked a little distracted.
"Oh really?" she asked, making small talk. "What kind of business?"
"If you don't mind me asking." She added after a moment, she didn't want to pry. Sometimes she was a little overly curious, but not nosy, and there is a difference, well in Tuesday's opinion there is anyway.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 20, 2008 20:10:07 GMT -5
Alexei hesitated a moment before saying,
"I sell antiques." He finally says, mechanically, eyeing her for a moment.
"What about you?" He asks.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on May 20, 2008 20:13:31 GMT -5
"I'm a journalist." Tuesday replies.
"Antiques, huh?" She asks. "That sounds..." She searched for a word for a moment.
"Interesting." she finally said.
"You said you're from Moscow? You're an awful long way from home to sell antiques, they must be super valuable."
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 20, 2008 20:51:37 GMT -5
Alexei coughs and nods,
"Oh, my products are quite valuable, and very desirable, I assure you."
he chuckles, looking around once more.
"What brings a journalist to this part of the world?"
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Post by Eun/Aoi Kiriyama on May 20, 2008 20:51:47 GMT -5
Eun first went to Linnea's place and see if she is there or not. The door is lock and Eun had no choice but look through the the windows.
"She's isn't in there," she thought to herself. Then her cell begin to beep a few times. She quickly learn that Keito has just left her a message about giving her a small raise and few other things to find Linnea. The next place Eun went is Linnea' art gallery. Eun heard from other co workers that Linnea is going her paintings this week. So, Eun ran to one of the local art galleries but once she got there, it is closed.
"Great, she is not at her house and not at her showings." Eun mutter to herself and sat in front of the Linnea's art gallery. Then she overheard three people talking about the Manalist Soliders arrested a young blonde, pretty woman from a local cafe and took her to prison. Eun quickly stood up and began running to the Manalist Prison.
"Please don't tell me that Linnea was arrested." she thought to herself. "She's way too nice to anything bad."
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on May 20, 2008 20:58:54 GMT -5
Tuesday nods. "Thats good." She says about his antiques, really antiques don't interest her, so she doesn't have much else to say about her opinion on them.
"Is the antique business as dull as it seems?" She asks.
"Hm, well, nothing in particular really. Just looking for a story, I suppose." She comments about her journalism. She noticed he looked a bit distracted again.
"Are you looking for something? Or someone?"
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 20, 2008 21:18:07 GMT -5
Alexei quickly shakes his head.
"No, nothing." He says.
He gestures around, "It seems like Father Manala has paid little attention to this place, eh? Perhaps some priests should stop by and lecture them on the importance of ambition and success."
He chuckles, strangely, he feels even if she is a manalist and gets offended, she is no threat to him here.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on May 20, 2008 21:26:35 GMT -5
Tuesday isn't at all offended by his statement about Manalism. In fact, it didn't phase her in the least, as she really didn't believe in the religion. However, she didn't know if he was testing her, so she wasn't about to give out that sort of information.
Instead, she chuckles softly, and nods. "Most of the people around here look like The Cursed."
She looks straight at him, not threateningly, or frightened, but confidently.
"Tell me, Alexi, how do you feel about Manalism?"
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 20, 2008 21:30:44 GMT -5
Alexei watches her very carefully. The possibility that she is a spie ment to root out heresy crossed through his mind briefly, so his balislong slid partially free, but remained hidden.
"How do I feel, or do I believe?" Alexei asked, then thought about it himself.
"To tell the truth, I'm not always sure." He finally says, then adds, "But I believe in pragmatism."
He looks around at the down trodden, the ignored, the alienated and disenfranchised(sp)....The Cursed.
"I wonder who cursed these people sometimes, though. If it really was their lack of ambition...or if we're the ones who have cursed them."
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on May 20, 2008 21:44:54 GMT -5
Tuesday listened, and then took a moment to absorb what Alexi had just said to her. So he didn't follow Manalism. But perhaps he did. He could easily be lying to her about everything he was saying. And she did find him suspicious about something for some reason. Nonetheless, she stays on her guard. Taking the time to think before she speaks, a rare occurance.
"They've cursed themselves, they didn't follow Father Manalas laws, they've sinned. They can still fix themselves, but laziness and mediocrity holds them back." She says, believing that that would be an honest Manalist response to what he had just said.
She thinks for a little while, silently debating with herself then adds. "If I were you, I wouldn't release that information so easily. If I wanted to I could easily report you for heresy." She says, once again, not threatening him, but informing him. "You had no way of knowing weather or not I'm a spy."
"Nor do I have anyway of knowing weather or not you're telling the truth."
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 20, 2008 21:50:11 GMT -5
Alexei lets on a slow smile.
"I think I do now." He says, letting a clever grin cross his face.
"You're right in telling me that, though. In truth, honesty is never the best policy these days...and perhaps I've not been completely honest, however, I feel I was sharing the truth. Funny thing, speaking the truth has a way of making it leak from the eyes of others."
He gives her a wink, chuckling softly.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on May 20, 2008 21:57:44 GMT -5
"Well now you know that I'm not going to turn you in." She says, somewhat amused. "I just leaked that piece of information."
"But thats the only piece of vital information that I plan on leaking. Don't forget, Alexei, I'm a journalist, and a damn good speaker." Tuesday adds, once again smiling at this point.
"Would you like to find some place where we can sit down?"
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 20, 2008 22:03:08 GMT -5
Alexei glances around then smiles and nods,
"I'd like that, Miss Tuesday. I've been running around for quite a while now. Where do you suppose is a good place to go?"
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