New muse, considering abaxcity or maisondeportes

[stabstabstab]

Bonjour to you too, mon cher.

So you think that you can handle a man like me? I pray you know what you're getting into then. The life of a Spy is a hard one, and [he chuckles] no offence, mademoiselle, but you and I both know you don't have what it takes. So consider carefully before you bring me anywhere petit, lest you come to regret it and go crawling back to those other idiots in your head space.

[Just taking a drag from his cigarette here, before he continues on.]

Now, tell me more about these 'games' that you are interested in, hmm? A haunted house, or a city of questions? Both good choices for one of my profession. Look over the intel then and keep me informed, cher.

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[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ Oh Spy, master of disguise
Deftly employing deceit and lies
But simple enough to detect and dispatch
Just light them on fire and see if they catch ♪

[stabstabstab]

[He raises an eyebrow and snaps his cigarette case shut.]

You must be singing of those amateurs in the other bases who claim to share my profession. If one were a good Spy, one would never be caught, especially by those flame-wielding imbeciles with the intellect of a brainless dog. They are simple enough to outwit and outmanoeuvre.

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ Barring that, there are many
Other true and tried ways
Like what they say, about how spies
Clack their hands and walk 'round sideways ♪

[stabstabstab]

And I suppose a singing bard would know best.

[Still not impressed.]

I can assure you that those masked morons who call themselves Spies are not like me.

[not_onyourside]

A game? Well zhat sounds fun.

You will of course, let me know all about eet?

[stabstabstab]

Do your own homework. Life does not simply give you everything on a silver platter, especially something as precious as information.

[not_onyourside]

Eet was merely an attempt at camaraderie mon ami. Eef you do not wish to share I will not complain. Zhere ees little value een knowing more about places zhat I shall never be at.

[stabstabstab]

Camaraderie?

[He lets out a small laugh.]

How cute.

[Out pops out his knife, as he flicks it open.]

The world is not such a kind place, espion, especially to men like us. You would do well to shed such pathetic thoughts if you wish to survive.

[not_onyourside]

To each zheir own. Eet must be ever so lonely to be you.

[He brushes off some infinitesimal speck of dust off his suit.]

I have survived zhus far, non?

[stabstabstab]

To each their own, yes. I suppose that is how one distinguishes between a master and a fool. The master learns; the fool makes excuses.

If you call depending on that machine to bring you back, 'surviving', then I suppose so.

[not_onyourside]

Razzer presumptuous to zhink you know anyzzing about me. But I suppose conceit ees a common trait amongst Spies.

[He shrugs, very much not concerned with what the other has to say.]

[lures]

A haunted house, a good choice? It's like you're asking for it.

[ of course, her thoughts of a haunted house is beyond people popping up in bad costumes and special lighting. ]

[stabstabstab]

[He shrugs.]

It is a challenge; it is something new. If I cannot handle or solve it, then I am unfit to wear this balaclava.

[lures]

Ooh? I didn't know spies were outer world investigators — at least, not the kind of spies in the stories stories I've heard of.

I hope they still like secrets in your world.

[stabstabstab]

It is our job to know everything, including secrets.

[lures]

[ ahahahaha ] "Everything" ... but what if you forget?

[stabstabstab]

I haven't forgotten anything yet, but if I ever do I will make sure it never happens again.

[medick]

You are actually willing to subject yourself to these "games"?

[ why haven't you subjected yourself willingly to my experiments!! ]

[stabstabstab]

Evening, Docteur.

I see them as a waste of time, but I do not think I have much say in what my mundane wants. The only thing I can do is accept, and then adapt.

[pocketsurgeon]

Haunted by vat?

[Because that's obviously the important part.]

[stabstabstab]

Ghosts. Spirits. Supernatural beings. The usual Halloween fare.

[pocketsurgeon]

So it vould be like Mann Manor but year round? Ach, boring, go to ze ozer von.

[stabstabstab]

My mundane assures me that it will be nothing like that place, save that it is also a haunted house. It requires a more...subtle approach, than the usual. I will be relying more on my skills of deduction and information gathering to solve the mystery of the house. I will admit, it sounds a welcome change from what I've been doing.

[pocketsurgeon]

Und vat happens if you solve it?

Vy subtle? Zey are just ghosts.

[stabstabstab]

I do not know, though the general consensus is that we will all be sent back home.

Apparently these ghosts cannot be killed, and must be avoided at all costs. They are also quite malicious, and seem to engage in mental and emotional torture rather than physical.