I don't always attend. Spacing out appearances to reduce suspicion is best, though I suppose this is a special occasion.
[Sarcasm practically leaks through the text. Harry finds the swear ins a bit pompous on the government's part, even if it is a good way to scout out newcomers.]
Dress like whatever persona you wish to present as your cover. Luckily for me, suits fit a businessman.
Well, I was figurin' I'd go. See what it's all about. But I don't think I'm gonna register.
[He hadn't texted for fashion advice, though Harry's point about persona's strike a cord with Eggsy, and he makes a mental note to use his meager funds to get himself something similar to his street clothes. That way him and Harry didn't look much alike and they could play all sides of this place.]
Least not yet. I mean you're over there. I can be over here. Then we'll both know more, yeah?
The personal shopper job didn't strike your fancy? [Not as bad as accent coach but. Still.] You'll need to be careful. The natives can get a bit strange about unsettled imPorts. They've stricter rules on their movements as well.
[They're both thinking on their feet. Strategizing. This is what Harry intended from the beginning, even if they had to cross universes to do it, apparently.]
Your town might be more informative about civilians. I happen to know of an active imPort vigilante group there.
Eh, it's alright I guess. Just hard to have a different job than the one I had before comin here.
[Eggsy had imagined something like this as well. Not quite the same but definitely a Harry and Eggsy team up and kick ass sort of deal. Beggars can't be choosers and all that.]
Seems I got placed in a town I won't have too much trouble blending into, if I'm careful bout what I do.
A group of imPorts trying to work around the corrupt law in town. Apparently the mafia has a firm hold there. They tried being public, which didn't work out for them, shockingly. Captain America has been shifting them in a better direction.
[...he's really talking about Captain America jfc]
[Albeit a suspicious one. But Harry is always suspicious, especially of newcomers. However, he'd watched the Network, and it seemed like she was an old friend of Steve's. Certainly worth looking into.]
There's a small cafe near my shop in Heropa I've become quite fond of, if you wouldn't mind giving it a try. I can meet you there at your earliest convenience.
I don't mind at all. Just give me some time to secure my apartment and I will meet you there as soon as possible. I'm in Nonah so I shouldn't be more than an hour.
[Peggy didn't trust that her ability to teleport would allow her to travel a greater distance than she was already able to and she didn't want to test it out in case something went wrong.]
[Harry notes the bit about securing a flat with a wry smile as he goes about his own lengthy process. Interesting turn of phrase, that. With weapons locked away, windows booby trapped, and a small bit of loose paneling stuck above the front door that can tell him if anyone has used it in his absence, Harry finally sets out for the cafe with five minutes to spare.
He isn't always late for everything. First impressions are important, after all. Once Peggy gets to know him better, then she'll see him show up for things fifteen minutes late.
For nor, he's on time, give or take a few minutes, and he quickly scouts out a seat by the window.]
[It never hurt to be careful when one was in a strange place which was known to have 'villains' in it. Peggy didn't have such an elaborate routine of making sure her apartment was secured but maybe Harry was onto something with that.
As it turns out, Peggy is a few minutes late herself when she arrives at the cafe (only because she got lost) She enters the establishment and looks around for any sign of Harry, spotting him at a table near the window. Peggy doesn't hesitate in making her way over to the table, offering him an apologetic smile when she's close enough.]
Got a little turned around trying to find this place. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long.
[Harry only wishes that all the people who have ever been out for his life could be called villains, just as he wishes he could claim his caution came solely from experience and not just a tad of paranoia. Still, he doesn't-- it's simply a spy's lot in life.
He stands when Peggy approaches him and pulls out a chair for her. The movements flow like water and come to him automatically as breathing. Harry's smile barely cracks past the width of a smirk, just enough to appear friendly and unassuming.]
Not at all. They haven't even finished brewing the tea.
[He sits and gestures for her to join him. A comfortable little sigh passes his lips as he settles back into his chair and keeps one eye almost subconsciously on the street.]
It's good to finally see you in person, Miss Carter.
[For a variety of reasons: An opportunity to talk unnoticed, a chance to observe her for any suspect behavior, and to see that Captain Rogers evidently had excellent taste in women. Her old fashioned look allowed her to easily blend in with the natives, but her beauty allowed her to stand out in a different way. Considering how fit Steve is, Harry has to wonder if their universe struck some sort of genetic lottery.
However, that observation sits on the low end of his priorities. He's far more curious as to why Peggy called him here in the first place.]
[So he's been watching the operations in Finland like a hawk. As much as he can get nostalgic for the old days back home, the evidence that tensions would have only gotten more unbearable between two countries he held no allegiance to made him miss it considerably less.]
The soldiers there- they knew they were coming. They'd gotten intelligence that we were going to invade, so they built the very wall that we were sent to investigate.
I'm not sure if it's as simple as their superiors lying to them, or if they really received that intelligence.
[Even though Sabriel can't see him, Harry retains an admirable poker face when she mentions continued leaks. His hand grips his phone harder, but otherwise Harry bears himself with an uncanny stillness. Beneath that, his mind was on fire. Shit.
Was this what Leskoff meant when he implied the Soviets had something bigger than the domestic hack in the works? Or did the files the government kept go even deeper than Harry first thought?]
That would be a remarkable coincidence, I think. Not unheard of, but certainly out of the ordinary.
I take it you're looking for a basis of comparison?
Particularly since they set off smoke to lure us in to investigate- and only focused their aggression on us, rather than any Finnish military in the area. I don't think they tried to use that yellow stuff on any of them.
They also thought that we were Americans native to our this world, with powers gained through experimentation. [So 'they were lied to' is most certainly an option.]
And yes, I am. Although- did you read up on the Death Island incident?
[Yellow smoke--Harry searches his memory of chemical weapons from home in vain. All that comes to mind is Crane's fear toxin. The bastard didn't seem to be the political type, so had another spy collected samples from the attack? Perhaps after Crane's apprehension? That's all wild theorizing, so he tables it until he can learn more.
The fact that the Russians were ignorant of the truth, however, shocked him far less.]
Soviet Russia back home thrived on making fact fiction and vice versa to keep the masses loyal to them. If the common man thinks imPorts are just more Americans, I'm sure that's intentional ignorance on their government's part.
[Of course the suffering of the average civilian remained one of the constants between universes. Harry sighs.]
I may have come across it when I was trying to read up on the history of imPorts here. I take it you can refresh my memory?
Sorry to bother. You have a good eye for this, so I figured I would ask your opinion.
[ Attached are two images of lingerie laid out on a table of underwear: this one, which has the exact same style next to it, only in a different color (navy). Then there's these two. ]
The first one looks like it might ride up, don't you think? I'm not so sure about that one. The second I can't decide between black or red. Black is safe, but the red is pretty nice.
[Harry is actually giving himself downtime. The rain outside keeps him in his flat, where he settles in with a glass of scotch and this world's version of Netflix and their alternate take on Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries.
He opens the text, not really expecting anything untoward. The name is unfamiliar-- he only knows Power Girl-- but he chalks it up to his innocuous reputation. Then he opens the attachment and his eyes, good for this indeed, widen. Not trousers, not even ties.]
It looks as if the lining is stitched to prevent that sort of thing. Of course that all depends on [ERM...] how you... fill it.
And matching your exterior colors are best, unless there's an intent to draw the eye.
[...This is not where he expected the evening to go.]
Could I ask who recommended me for such pressing decisions?
It's hard to tell without trying it on, but you know how most retails are. They don't like it when you try on underwear. No, it's not for anyone to see. Figured I'd buy myself something nice for once.
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What're you wearin' to that swear in thing?
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[Sarcasm practically leaks through the text. Harry finds the swear ins a bit pompous on the government's part, even if it is a good way to scout out newcomers.]
Dress like whatever persona you wish to present as your cover. Luckily for me, suits fit a businessman.
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[He hadn't texted for fashion advice, though Harry's point about persona's strike a cord with Eggsy, and he makes a mental note to use his meager funds to get himself something similar to his street clothes. That way him and Harry didn't look much alike and they could play all sides of this place.]
Least not yet. I mean you're over there. I can be over here. Then we'll both know more, yeah?
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[They're both thinking on their feet. Strategizing. This is what Harry intended from the beginning, even if they had to cross universes to do it, apparently.]
Your town might be more informative about civilians. I happen to know of an active imPort vigilante group there.
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[Eggsy had imagined something like this as well. Not quite the same but definitely a Harry and Eggsy team up and kick ass sort of deal. Beggars can't be choosers and all that.]
Seems I got placed in a town I won't have too much trouble blending into, if I'm careful bout what I do.
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A group of imPorts trying to work around the corrupt law in town. Apparently the mafia has a firm hold there. They tried being public, which didn't work out for them, shockingly. Captain America has been shifting them in a better direction.
[...he's really talking about Captain America jfc]
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I was wondering if you would like to have tea sometime. Close to you of course, I can meet you somewhere before we find a cafe or diner.
Please let me know when you are free.
Thank you.
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[Albeit a suspicious one. But Harry is always suspicious, especially of newcomers. However, he'd watched the Network, and it seemed like she was an old friend of Steve's. Certainly worth looking into.]
There's a small cafe near my shop in Heropa I've become quite fond of, if you wouldn't mind giving it a try. I can meet you there at your earliest convenience.
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[Peggy didn't trust that her ability to teleport would allow her to travel a greater distance than she was already able to and she didn't want to test it out in case something went wrong.]
I shall see you there.
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He isn't always late for everything. First impressions are important, after all. Once Peggy gets to know him better, then she'll see him show up for things fifteen minutes late.
For nor, he's on time, give or take a few minutes, and he quickly scouts out a seat by the window.]
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As it turns out, Peggy is a few minutes late herself when she arrives at the cafe (only because she got lost) She enters the establishment and looks around for any sign of Harry, spotting him at a table near the window. Peggy doesn't hesitate in making her way over to the table, offering him an apologetic smile when she's close enough.]
Got a little turned around trying to find this place. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long.
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He stands when Peggy approaches him and pulls out a chair for her. The movements flow like water and come to him automatically as breathing. Harry's smile barely cracks past the width of a smirk, just enough to appear friendly and unassuming.]
Not at all. They haven't even finished brewing the tea.
[He sits and gestures for her to join him. A comfortable little sigh passes his lips as he settles back into his chair and keeps one eye almost subconsciously on the street.]
It's good to finally see you in person, Miss Carter.
[For a variety of reasons: An opportunity to talk unnoticed, a chance to observe her for any suspect behavior, and to see that Captain Rogers evidently had excellent taste in women. Her old fashioned look allowed her to easily blend in with the natives, but her beauty allowed her to stand out in a different way. Considering how fit Steve is, Harry has to wonder if their universe struck some sort of genetic lottery.
However, that observation sits on the low end of his priorities. He's far more curious as to why Peggy called him here in the first place.]
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I'd like to ask your opinion on something.
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[So he's been watching the operations in Finland like a hawk. As much as he can get nostalgic for the old days back home, the evidence that tensions would have only gotten more unbearable between two countries he held no allegiance to made him miss it considerably less.]
Something troubling you?
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I'm not sure if it's as simple as their superiors lying to them, or if they really received that intelligence.
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Was this what Leskoff meant when he implied the Soviets had something bigger than the domestic hack in the works? Or did the files the government kept go even deeper than Harry first thought?]
That would be a remarkable coincidence, I think. Not unheard of, but certainly out of the ordinary.
I take it you're looking for a basis of comparison?
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They also thought that we were Americans native to our this world, with powers gained through experimentation. [So 'they were lied to' is most certainly an option.]
And yes, I am. Although- did you read up on the Death Island incident?
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[Yellow smoke--Harry searches his memory of chemical weapons from home in vain. All that comes to mind is Crane's fear toxin. The bastard didn't seem to be the political type, so had another spy collected samples from the attack? Perhaps after Crane's apprehension? That's all wild theorizing, so he tables it until he can learn more.
The fact that the Russians were ignorant of the truth, however, shocked him far less.]
Soviet Russia back home thrived on making fact fiction and vice versa to keep the masses loyal to them. If the common man thinks imPorts are just more Americans, I'm sure that's intentional ignorance on their government's part.
[Of course the suffering of the average civilian remained one of the constants between universes. Harry sighs.]
I may have come across it when I was trying to read up on the history of imPorts here. I take it you can refresh my memory?
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[ Attached are two images of lingerie laid out on a table of underwear: this one, which has the exact same style next to it, only in a different color (navy). Then there's these two. ]
The first one looks like it might ride up, don't you think? I'm not so sure about that one.
The second I can't decide between black or red. Black is safe, but the red is pretty nice.
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He opens the text, not really expecting anything untoward. The name is unfamiliar-- he only knows Power Girl-- but he chalks it up to his innocuous reputation. Then he opens the attachment and his eyes, good for this indeed, widen. Not trousers, not even ties.]
It looks as if the lining is stitched to prevent that sort of thing. Of course that all depends on [ERM...] how you... fill it.
And matching your exterior colors are best, unless there's an intent to draw the eye.
[...This is not where he expected the evening to go.]
Could I ask who recommended me for such pressing decisions?
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No, it's not for anyone to see. Figured I'd buy myself something nice for once.
[ Odd, she wonders why Kanaya would ask that. ]
Myself? You've always had a better eye for this.
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Well, I'm not going to argue that, but I don't believe I've seen you in the shop before.
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