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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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[itistolaugh]

[ Harley stares as her face slowly crumples in confusion. This is not a woman used to fiscal responsibility, or even just ... Paying. At all. It's a whole new world, and she does not like it. ]

What ... about...?

[ Her expression goes blank as her brain just gives up trying to process that line of thought. Credit cards exist. Sugar daddies are aplenty. La la la, responsibility away! ]

Don't worry about it. That's a problem for later.

[arsiento]

[ Somehow, it's not that surprising of a reaction. Diablo's mouth tenses in mild amusement, though it's a little indiscernible given the tattoos.

Anyway, just because he's not so much for the murder now doesn't mean he has to be a boy scout. He's flexible, he can give her the benefit of the doubt... which is to say, he doesn't care that much about where money does or doesn't come from, as long as it doesn't become his problem. ]

You got good credit, huh?

[itistolaugh]

[ Her eyes glaze over again. Now she has to keep up with credit scores? Son of a bitch. ]

Y'know, just don't think about it. Consider it taken care of.

[arsiento]

[ Hey, at least he's giving you an out, Harley! Diablo is no stranger to this kind of thing, you know... nor does he really have any reason to hold the law in general as particularly sacred, even now. He doesn't care, really. ]

Sure, Harley -- yeah, okay, count me in. Where we going?

[itistolaugh]

Well, somethin' tells me we don't exactly have the same taste in footwear-- not that you couldn't rock a pair of stilettos-- so I figure just start at a mall? And if the mall sucks we'll just keep looking.

Oh and you might wanna do some research real quick cuz a lot of brand names are different here. Like it might be Schnikes and Bebops and Cougars instead of Nikes and Reeboks and Puma. Made it really hard to find anything when I first got here.

Where you at? I can pick you up. Got a nice car, legally owned and everything.

[arsiento]

[ That makes him grimace slightly -- the off-brand name thing, not the stiletto thing, because he isn't that bad at taking or recognizing a joke. ]

What, like, for real? No kidding? [ Schnikes though... ] The quality the same at least, or they all like some jacked up bootleg shit?

[ This is like, the saddest news he's heard since he got here. Relatively speaking. Fashion-wise. ]

Uh -- up in North Carolina, that Nonah place. What kind of car?