Solomon Thorn
"Do you actually want that answer, or this going to be like your question about limbo and you going to lose interest when it becomes clear it's out side your comfort zone? Because not only is the answer to that exclusively 'off earth', many of the things discovered effectively disprove the existence of 'God', or, rather Christian mythology as you know it. I'm not a fan of having my time wasted, intentionally or other wise.
So If you actually want me to answer that then you better not drop interest just cause something I found doesn't jive with something you believed true. After all, the places I've been to are older then the Earth it self, I'm going to trust that information over some book that's only a few hundred years old at best."
Sol had to force himself not to stop walking as he heard Sierra speak, to just keep his eyes peeled at the path in front of them. Part of his mind drifted, thought of how out of place the two of them would look once they got to the crowds, given their height and looks. He realized that if any of the groups were going to catch the target off guard, the most likely ones would be Juliet and Mira. Alfred alone would likely do well, but Daniel stood out for reasons similar to Sol.
The other part of his mind needed to figure out a way to respond to Sierra. Sol wasn't sure where he'd gone wrong. He'd not asked her about what she'd found, or what they were looking for, just what she was doing. That was a completely different question. And he'd certainly not brought up his personal beliefs, yet she'd felt the need to bring the conversation there without warning or much of a reason to. Unless of course, she was upset with him. She obviously was, and at least she'd told him -inadvertently or not- why. Or part of why, he wasn't entirely sure if that was all of it or just the latest gripe.
"I'll admit I don't want the proof you've got," Sol started, scratching his stubbles. "For various reasons. Monetary reasons being a surprisingly large part of it. But it seems like the biggest issue you've got with me is that I'm not smart like some of you others," he continued, deciding not to touch too much on the whole religion thing. Sure, he could spend time explaining why exactly he wanted to believe what he believed, but it didn't seem worthwhile. "I mean, I didn't "lose interest" with Limbo, but I don't have that kinda intelligence, not the kind that can understand complex explanations out of nowhere. I'm more, you know, street-smart. I learn through doing and figuring stuff out on my own, not by listening to people explaining or reading, so I'm obviously not gonna understand as much as you do. And if I don't understand it, paying attention is going to be way harder, because at some point the information given becomes more like gibberish than anything else. And then I end up not catching too much of it, not because I don't care, but because I don't get it." He looked at her, trying to convey that same sense of not really having a clue.
It was, obviously, more complicated, but he simply shrugged. "Anyhow, I was more interested in what you do as opposed to what you've been learning, but I won't force you to talk if you're feeling as if it'd be a waste of your time. I want to get along, that's all."
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Alfred Frye
"Sure, I suppose a little viewing wouldn't hurt; I'll admit, been a while since I was last in the Electric Town myself. Just don't too distracted by it, we are on a mission after all."
Alfred gave a careful yet warm chuckle. "Don't worry, I would never forget that." He looked at Daniel for a brief moment. There was a question on his mind, but he decided to ignore it, and instead head into the crowds to get to the first store, which was simply a short walk from the center of the area they had been assigned, and an electronics store that sold items like game consoles and games, cds and the likes. Alfred wouldn't go as far as to call himself a hardcore gamer, but every now and then he bought something his surprisingly decent laptop could run. Walking into the store, he turned to Daniel. "I'm just gonna take a look around," he smiled, having switched over to Japanese. Daniel had to at the very least have some knowledge of the language.
"You can stay outside if you'd like, if I find the target I've got a pretty decent way of letting you know. Or, you know, if you'd like to join me, feel free, but you don't seem like much of a gamer to me. Then again, I've been wrong before, and besides, there's music as well. Got any genres you listen to?" Alfred asked, curious to see if Daniel'd respond properly, or if the angel would tell him to knock it off and go back to speaking English. As he spoke his eyes went back and forth between the people who walked past them -something Daniel would surely notice, not like he was trying to hide it- , matching them against the vague image of a hooded figure they'd had described in the file. Male, dressed to hide himself away, suspicious behavior, that was the sort of thing Alfred was looking for. This was one of the easiest thing for Alfred to do, yet, to many, one of the more impressive ones. If anyone who'd fit the description of the target walked past them, Alfred would know.
"I'm fond of most genres of music, but I've got a soft spot for something with a bit of a rhythm to it."
"Do you actually want that answer, or this going to be like your question about limbo and you going to lose interest when it becomes clear it's out side your comfort zone? Because not only is the answer to that exclusively 'off earth', many of the things discovered effectively disprove the existence of 'God', or, rather Christian mythology as you know it. I'm not a fan of having my time wasted, intentionally or other wise.
So If you actually want me to answer that then you better not drop interest just cause something I found doesn't jive with something you believed true. After all, the places I've been to are older then the Earth it self, I'm going to trust that information over some book that's only a few hundred years old at best."
Sol had to force himself not to stop walking as he heard Sierra speak, to just keep his eyes peeled at the path in front of them. Part of his mind drifted, thought of how out of place the two of them would look once they got to the crowds, given their height and looks. He realized that if any of the groups were going to catch the target off guard, the most likely ones would be Juliet and Mira. Alfred alone would likely do well, but Daniel stood out for reasons similar to Sol.
The other part of his mind needed to figure out a way to respond to Sierra. Sol wasn't sure where he'd gone wrong. He'd not asked her about what she'd found, or what they were looking for, just what she was doing. That was a completely different question. And he'd certainly not brought up his personal beliefs, yet she'd felt the need to bring the conversation there without warning or much of a reason to. Unless of course, she was upset with him. She obviously was, and at least she'd told him -inadvertently or not- why. Or part of why, he wasn't entirely sure if that was all of it or just the latest gripe.
"I'll admit I don't want the proof you've got," Sol started, scratching his stubbles. "For various reasons. Monetary reasons being a surprisingly large part of it. But it seems like the biggest issue you've got with me is that I'm not smart like some of you others," he continued, deciding not to touch too much on the whole religion thing. Sure, he could spend time explaining why exactly he wanted to believe what he believed, but it didn't seem worthwhile. "I mean, I didn't "lose interest" with Limbo, but I don't have that kinda intelligence, not the kind that can understand complex explanations out of nowhere. I'm more, you know, street-smart. I learn through doing and figuring stuff out on my own, not by listening to people explaining or reading, so I'm obviously not gonna understand as much as you do. And if I don't understand it, paying attention is going to be way harder, because at some point the information given becomes more like gibberish than anything else. And then I end up not catching too much of it, not because I don't care, but because I don't get it." He looked at her, trying to convey that same sense of not really having a clue.
It was, obviously, more complicated, but he simply shrugged. "Anyhow, I was more interested in what you do as opposed to what you've been learning, but I won't force you to talk if you're feeling as if it'd be a waste of your time. I want to get along, that's all."
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Alfred Frye
"Sure, I suppose a little viewing wouldn't hurt; I'll admit, been a while since I was last in the Electric Town myself. Just don't too distracted by it, we are on a mission after all."
Alfred gave a careful yet warm chuckle. "Don't worry, I would never forget that." He looked at Daniel for a brief moment. There was a question on his mind, but he decided to ignore it, and instead head into the crowds to get to the first store, which was simply a short walk from the center of the area they had been assigned, and an electronics store that sold items like game consoles and games, cds and the likes. Alfred wouldn't go as far as to call himself a hardcore gamer, but every now and then he bought something his surprisingly decent laptop could run. Walking into the store, he turned to Daniel. "I'm just gonna take a look around," he smiled, having switched over to Japanese. Daniel had to at the very least have some knowledge of the language.
"You can stay outside if you'd like, if I find the target I've got a pretty decent way of letting you know. Or, you know, if you'd like to join me, feel free, but you don't seem like much of a gamer to me. Then again, I've been wrong before, and besides, there's music as well. Got any genres you listen to?" Alfred asked, curious to see if Daniel'd respond properly, or if the angel would tell him to knock it off and go back to speaking English. As he spoke his eyes went back and forth between the people who walked past them -something Daniel would surely notice, not like he was trying to hide it- , matching them against the vague image of a hooded figure they'd had described in the file. Male, dressed to hide himself away, suspicious behavior, that was the sort of thing Alfred was looking for. This was one of the easiest thing for Alfred to do, yet, to many, one of the more impressive ones. If anyone who'd fit the description of the target walked past them, Alfred would know.
"I'm fond of most genres of music, but I've got a soft spot for something with a bit of a rhythm to it."