[ VIDEO | TEXT ] FIRST FORGE

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[The camera focuses on an amused looking Eames, who is standing in a hallway, looking over both of his shoulders at the mirrors behind him. He opens his mouth to say something, censors himself, then tries again.]

I’ve never been one to mind mirrors, but this might be a bit much, even for me. Is this the work of someone with uncontrollable vanity or is the wallpaper really so terrible?

[He would have thought he was dreaming, but his totem was shockingly real in his hands. He had ruled out kidnapping seeing as how there had been no one to gloat about his predicament when he had awoken nor did he believe he had managed to be killed and sent to some weird after life. But he wasn’t ruling out that this was some sort of elaborate prank. Whatever the case, the reasoning would sort itself out and until then he was going to enjoy the free food and board.

Then, having made his decision, he shrugged, smiling faintly at the camera.]

Well, I won’t kick up too much of a fuss if there’s a decent drink in this place.


[TEXT]

So far I've seen a fair share of the interesting aspects of this place, but I'd rather not experience the bad. Any words of warning? Other than standing too close to the closet and thinking of pole vault poles. Got me square in the gut, that.

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"Oh? I would never have guessed." He took another drink, topping off his glass thoughtfully. He supposed tomb raiding had to be a rather murky occupation, and while it was glamorized in things like movies, he doubted it was that easy in actuality.

"Hopefully that won't be a problem here. If everyone's very self-centered it might be hard to work together." Though Eames grinned to show he was mostly joking.

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"Funny." She laughed a little, sipping from her glass afterwards. "From what I've seen so far, people are quite agreeable with most things. Banding together when needed."

It was kind of sweet, in a nauseating way.

"I'll be honest. If you ever help me when I need it, it seems highly likely that I will help you in return. A favour for a favour if you will."

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"A common enemy or goal will do that." Which makes Eames believe that he should start being a bit more honest about his abilities and who he is. Or at least admit he could be a bit of help in a fight. Well, it might be best to see what Bela could do first.

He nodded at her terms, grinning slightly. "Seems fair enough. I'll do the same for you, but I have a hard time believing that a woman of your caliber would need help, even in a place like this."

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"Well. Aren't you just full of nice comments?" But he was wrong about her not needing help. Bela had counted on others from time to time despite how stubborn she was. "I think everyone needs a little help on occasion. No matter how capable they are."

She sipped from her whiskey slowly, allowing the liquid to burn. This glass was going to be her last. "Don't be afraid to ask for help, Eames."

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"Take it as an observation, not just meaningless flattery." While he might be flirtatious, usually he didn't give away compliments unless he meant them or thought he could get something out of them. And since they were already going to look out for each other, he had no reason to just stroke her ego.

Her words felt heavy though, and it might just be the alcohol getting to him or the situation that was starting to take shape in front of him. He gave a small nod, grinning at her. "Guess there's no shame in doing so here. We're all in this together."

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"If you insist." It was in her nature to be a bit of a flirt and to lull someone into a false sense of security until they didn't know what hit them. But Eames wasn't a mark and Bela wasn't going to con him so anything she said was going to be well intentioned.

There wasn't any shame in it at all. "Exactly. Working against one another isn't going to help any of us." Because Wonderland would win and nobody wanted that.