10-25-2016, 11:14 PM
He and his Legionnaire, Caporale Chander Iyer, stood out in a place like Kallisti. Naturally, everyone in attendance that evening wore fine clothes; suits and expensive dresses, designer outfits for the more casual attendees. Both Jacques and Caporale Iyer, however, wore clothes of a distinctly unusual air.
Legion dress uniforms; tan pants and jacket over almond green dress shirt and green tie. Where the Caporale's epaulets marked him for his rank and affiliation with the Legion, Jacques only bore the Legion affiliation, an ever curious hint at his lack of announced rank, and Iyer's uniform bore myriad qualification badges, patches, and other seemingly obscure markings. Both men wore the red and white fourragère, a corded rope across the chest which marked both men veterans of combat action, and where the national flag of France would usually have been worn, they wore instead the flag of the Legion. They were no longer of France, as France was no longer a country to be part of. There were no deep-hidden intentions in the Legion to 'liberate' the nation that had gave birth to the Legion; it flourished under the CCD after all.
Both men had checked their side arms, and Jacques his Infantry Sabre with the remaining Legionnaire, who stood in the chill evening air next to the Citroen Traction, who stood attentive guard even while eagerly awaiting his turn to switch off with Iyer for a glimpse of the well known establishment the pair had vanished into.
Despite both mens martial airs, neither seemed off-put or even the least judging of what they found with Kallisti. For Jacques, there was a moment to appreciate the architecture and furniture; while he had no practical need for such extravagances in his own life, he could still appreciate fine craftsmanship, and he idly wondered if the furnishes were indeed hand crafted or simply expensive factory products.
That idle wonder on the origin of the entrance way table was dismissed as some of the establishment's staff passed through his line of site. He had been in Africa much of his life, and much of his time most recently had been spent in the horrors of combat and its aftermath. So a glimpse of a lovely woman was entirely distracting, at least for the moment. He even had to gentle nudge Caporale Iyer in the ribs before the two of them checked their great coats and Kepis with another lovely, albeit far less scandalously dressed, woman who couldn't help but give Jacques and the Caporale a very confused look.
They saw many interesting clients in Kallisti, he had no doubt, but none dressed quite like Jacques and his guard. He simply flashed his charming smile, and nodded his head for Iyer to follow. "La mission est sacrée, tu l’exécutes jusqu’au bout et si besoin, en opérations, au péril de ta vie. However, should you die here, Caporale, I am sure it would be with a smile on your face."
Caporale Iyer smirked and glanced at Jacques in return, before nodding gravely, "Of course, Sir. I think perhaps though, death to be unlikely here. I may be struck blind though, should I forget to blink for too long."
Jacques smiled at that and nodded, before giving the man a pat on the shoulder, "Find your way to the bar then. Best to keep you hydrated. Remember to switch off with your compatriot though, else risk his ire later."
Considering he had arrived early, Jacques doubted Mr Jahoda was in attendance, and so he simply spent a moment to study the storied establishment. He was approached briefly by a waitress, who managed to not stare too openly at his unusual attire, and took his order. Chateau de Beaulon cognac. He had no use for extravagantly expensive furniture, but at $100 CCD a glass, the congac was well worth every penny.
Edited by Jacques, Oct 25 2016, 11:25 PM.
Legion dress uniforms; tan pants and jacket over almond green dress shirt and green tie. Where the Caporale's epaulets marked him for his rank and affiliation with the Legion, Jacques only bore the Legion affiliation, an ever curious hint at his lack of announced rank, and Iyer's uniform bore myriad qualification badges, patches, and other seemingly obscure markings. Both men wore the red and white fourragère, a corded rope across the chest which marked both men veterans of combat action, and where the national flag of France would usually have been worn, they wore instead the flag of the Legion. They were no longer of France, as France was no longer a country to be part of. There were no deep-hidden intentions in the Legion to 'liberate' the nation that had gave birth to the Legion; it flourished under the CCD after all.
Both men had checked their side arms, and Jacques his Infantry Sabre with the remaining Legionnaire, who stood in the chill evening air next to the Citroen Traction, who stood attentive guard even while eagerly awaiting his turn to switch off with Iyer for a glimpse of the well known establishment the pair had vanished into.
Despite both mens martial airs, neither seemed off-put or even the least judging of what they found with Kallisti. For Jacques, there was a moment to appreciate the architecture and furniture; while he had no practical need for such extravagances in his own life, he could still appreciate fine craftsmanship, and he idly wondered if the furnishes were indeed hand crafted or simply expensive factory products.
That idle wonder on the origin of the entrance way table was dismissed as some of the establishment's staff passed through his line of site. He had been in Africa much of his life, and much of his time most recently had been spent in the horrors of combat and its aftermath. So a glimpse of a lovely woman was entirely distracting, at least for the moment. He even had to gentle nudge Caporale Iyer in the ribs before the two of them checked their great coats and Kepis with another lovely, albeit far less scandalously dressed, woman who couldn't help but give Jacques and the Caporale a very confused look.
They saw many interesting clients in Kallisti, he had no doubt, but none dressed quite like Jacques and his guard. He simply flashed his charming smile, and nodded his head for Iyer to follow. "La mission est sacrée, tu l’exécutes jusqu’au bout et si besoin, en opérations, au péril de ta vie. However, should you die here, Caporale, I am sure it would be with a smile on your face."
Caporale Iyer smirked and glanced at Jacques in return, before nodding gravely, "Of course, Sir. I think perhaps though, death to be unlikely here. I may be struck blind though, should I forget to blink for too long."
Jacques smiled at that and nodded, before giving the man a pat on the shoulder, "Find your way to the bar then. Best to keep you hydrated. Remember to switch off with your compatriot though, else risk his ire later."
Considering he had arrived early, Jacques doubted Mr Jahoda was in attendance, and so he simply spent a moment to study the storied establishment. He was approached briefly by a waitress, who managed to not stare too openly at his unusual attire, and took his order. Chateau de Beaulon cognac. He had no use for extravagantly expensive furniture, but at $100 CCD a glass, the congac was well worth every penny.
Edited by Jacques, Oct 25 2016, 11:25 PM.