The peaceful times are over. Moloch von Zinzer was murdered, and Nine was sentenced as his murderer. Everyone in Cartesio knows that.
Although life goes on, it seems the town of Cartesio isn't going to forget the tourists' transgressions. Not only they commited larceny in the cinema, they also murdered and executed in their town! It's no surprise their hospitality towards the visitors has cooled down considerably.
Not only they're maintaining a tense cordiality with them, they also have started talking behind the visitors' backs. All kinds of rumors are starting to sprout, yet nobody seems to be willing to say it to the tourists' faces. Talking directly to most passerby makes them distrustful, and nobody seems to want to be in close quarters alone with them.
It's only matter of time before the relationship between tourists and Cartesio starts degrading even further.
In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and
the maps have been updated once again.
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wildcard ---> park shit
This doesn't mean that these plans were good ones. But they were ones nonetheless, and honestly as long as they didn't necessarily hurt anyone, it was probably not a bad idea at all to give it a whirl. When he shows up, the blond's wearing a hoodie (taken from a certain store) so it decently covers his head, because he is also not about getting rained on ... maybe. Totally. ]
Oi! I'm here, so if you've gotten your ass around too give me a signal or some shit.
[ He's making sure Keith's where he's supposed to be so this isn't like something he's doing on his own. ]
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[Keith's stepping out into the open. He's been scoping out the park for a bit before the meeting time they agreed on. Scoping things out, getting a sense of where would be the best place to cause a disturbance without collateral, making sure they have a clear vantage point to watch for any reporters.
Instead of his usual gear, Keith's got more casual clothes on, hoodie pulled up to obscure his face and a backpack slung over one shoulder. He jerks a thumb behind him.]
A little over that way should work. Nobody's there right now. If we need a diversion to get out, I've got a few smoke bombs.
[See? Buying out the hunting store wasn't thaaaaaaat awful....]
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Piece of fucking cake.
[ Which Bakugou considers trying to see about nudging Keith into buying him one despite having the money for it because Friday's his bday, but decides that causing explosions is a better thing to focus on right now. So, he'll be sending one large one through the park, and ends up wrecking one of the benches in the process but it's fine. ]
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But y;know? Keith is... actually legitimately impressed here. VERY MUCH AGAINST HIS WILL FOR THE RECORD, but credit where credit's due? That's a sweet explosion. Must be nice to be able to just do that. If only he had Black, then they could just blast the Lodge out of existence and be out of here in seconds, but this is life now. It sucks.]
Not half bad.
[Keeping the commentary low key. Any more and the kid might start gloating and they're not here to look delighted about mysterious and scary explosions in the park, they're here to observe the people that show up. Not to mention, gloating Bakugou's just... on principle sound kind of annoying.
Within seconds, gasps from the unsuspecting locals start up and a crowd begins to form around the poor bench that did nothing. Loud explosion means it's a pretty big crowd that starts forming.]
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He remembers how powerless they are - he is. And he hates it.
So the comment goes unsaid and there's a crowd - he's looking for the journalist...but nothing. He simply turns his head towards the other male and shakes it. ]
Bastard's more sneaky than we thought.
[ He'll take it back if Keith saw something but somehow he doubts it. ]