Hideki (to Carver): Good day, Mister Carver. Thank you so much for seeing me on such short notice. I know your time in New London is very limited.
Carver (to Hideki): That it is, sir. What can we do for you, Mr. Yashida?
Hideki (to Carver): I realize that you are not normally in the business of tracking people down. However, all of the conventional methods at my disposal have ended with poor results. I'm trying to find this woman. I believe she was involved with my older brother's death. I would like her found and brought to me... I can pay.
Carver (to Hideki): We're sorry to be so blunt, sir, but Other Carver really wants to know why we should bother getting involved with what seems to us to be a family matter, sir. We understand you can pay, sir, but we do require a bit more incentive. Other Carver gets troublesome when he's bored, sir.
Hideki (to Carver): I believe she may be of interest to you, as it would appear that she is an ISS agent... And she knows Vincent Potter. Rumor has it that you don't like him very much.
Carver (to Hideki): We...do not. That certainly makes things more interesting, Mr. Yashida. We will see what we can find, sir.
Hideki (to Carver): Thank you, Mister Carver. Good day to you.
A moment later:
Starling (to Carver): Well, that is definitely interesting. Don't you think, Mister Carver?
Carver (to Starling): It most definitely is, Miss Starling. If we find her, we do hope she's intimately connected to Captain Potter, Miss.
Starling (to Carver): Oh, me too, Mister Carver! I've been wanting to play with his head ever since the first time we saw him.
Carver (to Starling): As have we, Miss. We do hope you'll get the opportunity soon.
Starling (to Carver): ... What are we going to do about the Yashidas, Mister Carver? Can I play with them? They may get in the way of our plans.
Carver (to Starling): We did think of that, Miss. Yes, we think you should keep them out of the way. Do keep Mr. Hideki Yashida around, Miss. We aren't certain we're done with him just yet, Miss.
Starling (to Carver): Yes, sir. :-(
Carver (to Starling): We're sure you'll find other ways to amuse yourself with the Yashidas, Miss.
Several hours later, at shady pub; The Tombs, New London, Britannia:
Ariadne: Funny: People never seem to learn... don't fuckin' mess with me.
Delphine (to Ariadne): Ma chére, you really need to stop getting into bar fights.
Ariadne (to Delphine): Are you seriously gonna pretend that wasn't the funniest shit ever in the history of funny and shit?
Delphine (to Ariadne): You should change those shoes, things are gonna get messy, mon ami.
Ariadne (to Delphine): I fought the stupid Cyclops. I think I can handle one… I don't even know what that is.
Delphine (to Ariadne): I think now might be a good time to run...
A short time later, on the street; The Tombs, New London, Britannia:
Delphine (to Ariadne): Pardonnez-moi, sexy! (to Ariadne) Keep up, chére!
Ariadne (to Delphine): Stop yelling at me, Delphine! (to Nathaniel) I'm sorry my friend is so rude.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Heh. You're excused. Third blind alley on your right, there's a hole in the bottom of the wall. It's kinda hard to spot, but you should be tiny enough to slip through it. Opens up onto Baker Street. You know, if you happen to need a quick escape.
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Oh… Thank you. You may want to watch out for the giant koala.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Giant koala? What the fu... Well, shit. There's something you don't see every day.
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Come on!
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): How the fuck did you manage to get on the bad side of a giant fucking koala? Did you horde all the eucalyptus?
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): I may have punched it's keeper. I couldn't help it. He was a one-eyed creep.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Well that'll fucking do it. Here's a pro tip; don't fucking punch creeps who own giant fucking koalas.
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): I didn't know he owned that thing until afterwards, when it started chasing me.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Well, now you know for next time, don't you? ...Shit. I think we lost him. You can let go of me now, you know.
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Sorry, cutie.
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Yeah? Heh. 'Fraid you're barking up the wrong kinda tree, Hari. Catch you later.
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Oh, that's a real shame… Wait. How do you know my name?
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Sorry. Didn't mean to weird you out. Don't worry about it. 'Sides, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Heh… Well then, fair's fair. It's your turn to be weirded out. I owe it to my hero.
A second later:
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Heehee. Sorry, sexy… Not bad for a gay boy. See ya!
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): What the fuck? Seriously? If you think that was good, you need to get out more. Also, watch your ass around Delphine. She's about as sincere as her damn hair color.
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Heehee, I know about Delphine. I'm not a idiot. I trust her about as far as I can throw her… And, tell Aiden, I said hello. See ya!
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Woah! Wait a minute... Oh, fuck me.
A little while later, at Aiden's house; New London, Britannia:
Persephone (to Nathaniel): What's with the face, Nate? You discover the secret drawer in Aiden's dresser?
Nathaniel (to Persephone): Heh. I know all about that silly fucking drawer. Wait. How the fuck do YOU know about it?
Persephone (to Nathaniel): … Oh. No reason… Who am I kidding? I live in his house & I've grown up around spies, silly boy.
Nathaniel (to Persephone): Heh. So you've been rooting through his shit. No, it's not that. Just had a weird day.
Persephone (to Nathaniel): Oh? You wanna a drink & share?
Nathaniel (to Persephone): Sure. Why the fuck not? I don't suppose the name Ariadne Fenris means anything, does it?
Persephone (to Nathaniel): No... Should it?
Nathaniel (to Persephone): I ran into her in the street, and she told me to say hi to Aiden... Hari's alright. I mean, I think she's alright...
Persephone (to Nathaniel): Here, drink this & stop worrying about it.
Nathaniel (to Persephone): Heh. Thanks. Sorry. I'm more than a little paranoid. Holy shit! What did you put in here?
Persephone (to Nathaniel): Booze with a touch of liquor on top. It's a cocktail.
Nathaniel (to Persephone): Shiiiiiit. A cocktail of what? Rubbing alcohol floated on top of that gasoline your father brews?
Persephone (to Nathaniel): If you don't like it, you don't bloody well have to drink it!
Nathaniel (to Persephone): Heh. Calm down! Calm down. I'm just fucking teasing. It's not the nastiest thing I've ever downed. What I can't fucking figure, is if she knew I was with Aiden--ignoring wondering HOW the fuck she knew I was with Aiden... Why the fuck did she kiss me?
Persephone (to Nathaniel): Maybe, to mess with you to get you to find her? I mean, the Potters are notorious for being like a dog worrying on a bone when something bothers them... Or maybe, it's just to bug you.
Nathaniel (to Persephone): ... Heh. Well, yeah. There's fucking that. Ha ha! I guess I'm a fucking Potter whether I like or not, huh? Not that I don't like it. Besides, who else could fucking bother with me? :-P
Persephone (to Nathaniel): Yep, I'm sorry to say but you've got all the tell tale signs... Heh. I'm a bit tipsy.
Nathaniel (to Persephone): "Tell tale signs," huh? Heh... Guess there's no denying that. So, why are you drinking this "cocktail"?
Persephone (to Nathaniel): I was just testing it out to see if it's tasty... Clearly, it's not. But it certainly does the trick.
Nathaniel (to Persephone): JESUS. This is some crazy strong shit. I'd better get going. Heh. See you soon, Seph. Here's hoping I don't open a portal into the middle of a fucking pool. Later!
Persephone (to Nathaniel): Heh. See ya!
