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[arsiento]

[ The feed turns on shakily and abruptly, showing at first a view of mostly sky, but then it catches more blurry glimpses of scenery -- what might be recognizable as downtown Nonah, if someone were to squint or was just very familiar with the area by now -- as it moves again, as if being wrestled from someone. Voices can be heard above the fainter sounds of traffic, although there's the steady pulse of a nearby car stereo playing loudly and, occasionally, an engine revving.

Then the communicator steadies, being held at its owner's side; the camera now gives an un-aimed view the street, though at a somewhat diagonal, catching about half of the car in question in the shot. A guy's voice, about a foot away, says: "--the sickest shit I ever seen, man! Orale, show the guy, Angie!" And then the communicator moves again, the man holding it taking a step back as Angie breathes fire about five feet into the air. Only the fire and not Angie herself is visible on the screen, although within moments the speaker is stepping close again.

"You see that? It's legit, right? Just one selfie, man! Just one, come on!" ]

Then what, you'll finally beat it? [ Diablo's not speaking into the communicator, obviously, so his voice is muted, though still audible. ] I got nothing to say about no heroes, kid. Whatever you want? It ain't got nothing to do with me.

[ "Yeah, yeah, whatever! Damn, why you got to be such a bummer, dude?" The communicator raises again, rotating around to show two people: #1, a heavily tattooed man in a letterman-style jacket, "Diablo" embroidered on it like a nametag, looking impatiently at #2, who appears to be a teenager with slicked back hair ("AA" shaved into the sides), a lightning bolt tattoo on his neck, and large mirrored sunglasses. ]

Okay, how--

[ But, smiling delightedly, the boy waves into the camera, declaring: "Heeeey, imPorts! Que onda, stay crazy, guys -- we still believe in you! We got your backs now, so take it easy! Ride or die, man!" before he laughs and runs out of frame to join his off-screen friends; the car motor revs again. Diablo, still holding the communicator, does nothing for a moment except flick his eyes irritably and skeptically in that direction, then turns the camera around to capture the kids driving away. The car's plate reads "DOUBLE A". ]

Man, the hell was that. [ And now the camera once again rotates, his skeptical gaze gracing the screen. ] If that's what you all got around here, then no wonder they be importing in heroes like furniture.

[ Well... "heroes," as the still-dubious expression on his face may go on to suggest. He shrugs, then shakes his head. ]

But hey, y'know-- it's whatever. Anyone know where's a good shoe place around here?

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[classification]

[ He can understand the feeling. Locus hates dealing with people who do shit like that. So, he's not going to call attention to it. Instead, since he's been here a while now and has learned quite a lot about the cities and their landscapes—at least near the porters, he can offer a list.

Which, as it happens, houses plenty of businesses for personal attire. It's not a long list, about 3-4 shoe stores specifically and a handful more that are department stores with an area for shoes, per import city. ]

More likely exist further in or out of the cities, these are just what I have seen so far.

[ It helps, sometimes, being so annoyingly detailed. ]

[arsiento]

[ Thank goodness some people are making contributions Diablo actually considers useful. Not that he was at all helpful himself when it comes to providing context, location, or, really, any other information that might provide some kind of reasonable starting point. But he just got here, so that's the whole point of asking, right? Right.

He stays on video, but just for his own convenience. ]

Now, this I can work with. Everyone else, they just been giving me this marked up European shit and thrift stores.

[classification]

[ Hey. Everyone has to start somewhere. They're all new at some point. Not that Locus is the most helpful, but... well, he's trying to turn a new leaf. Trying. Sharing organizational skills insofar as stores and things of that ilk are the barest of what he can do. ]

I would not recommend thrift store shoes. Fungus.

[ Not to mention grotty toe funk. SICK. ]

I imagine something new would be better suited.

[arsiento]

[ That strikes him, somehow, as funny -- mostly because, yeah, exactly. Diablo exhales in a slight, sharp way which is not exactly a laugh, but probably the closest to one that Diablo's gonna get any time soon. ]

Man, right? I mean, thrift stores -- yeah, they fine and all, but I don't fuck with no thrift store shoes.

[ Plus, like, it misses the point completely, really. He shakes his head. ]

You feel me, though -- ain't no one want that shit on their feet for real. So, you checked any of these places out yourself? I mean, you got any favorites?

[classification]

[ There's plenty of hurt and disease people can get just from people people. There's literally no reason to rush it along with foot germs from some broke as funky Nikes. Or whatever. ]

Some. I tend to get what I need closer to where I live.

[ Which, is obvious by the list as there's more in Maurtia Falls than the other cities. Still; ]

I've had luck at the Shoe Closet in Maurtia Falls. Charles gives a better discount.

[arsiento]

[ Diablo tilts his head slightly, trying to remember where "Maurtia Falls" is supposed to be. Crazy East Coast takes some getting used to. ]

So, who's Charles? Like I'm just supposed to walk in and ask for him, or how's that usually go?

[classification]

[ Oh, it's not so bad! Better than traveling between planets... ]

Yes. That is all you have to do.

[arsiento]

[ Fair enough... he's never been a big traveler, all right! ]

Don't gotta mention your name or nothing?

[classification]

[ Locus only really travels for work. Or has. It's not all it's cracked up to be!!! ]

You don't have to, but if that would make it easier

[ Honestly, he doesn't know why he has such a hard time telling people who he is. It's right on the ID for using this network. But still. #paranoia ]

My name is Locus.

[arsiento]

It could. Everybody be different how they do things, right? Some vatos like keeping track where their business coming from, or whatever.

[ But he shrugs; it's good to have his bases covered, but it sounds like a much more casual situation than that.

Then, a nod. ]

Mine's Diablo.

Appreciate the tip, homie.