taxonomites | 06| Location: Old Sanctuary| Always chocking from the stench and the fume

Kobra was still skeptical about this, but for some reason he wanted to trust James. Maybe because he reminded him a little of Jet Star. The entire calm and responsible and reasonable thing, maybe. After he had picked the lock Party and him had made a quick escape and Kobra had gotten his jacket back from the roof. He felt a little better just for wearing it. But he still couldn't sleep and everything seemed to press down on his chest. The smoke hadn't been too good for his already abused lungs.

He was restless and knowing that he couldn't escape was driving Kobra mad, like a tiger pacing in a cage. at least in the desert he knew that he could drive, drive until he reached the end of the world if he wanted to. He'd wandered around the city for a while until he felt ready to fall asleep in a doorway, which wouldn't really do him any good, so he got out the tablet and navigated to the place James had given him the coordinates for.

It looked....exceptionally weird and Kobra got even more apprehensive. Maybe coming here hadn't been a good idea, but if the guy had a piano...well. Kobra was easily bribed with those kinds of things in addition to his general disregard for his own safety. Squinting behind his sunglasses he looked up at the building and wrinkled his nose before shrugging and making for the front door, only feeling a tiny bit awkward as he knocked. He hadn't knocked on doors in ages, and this was more a vague memory from his time in the city than actual, ingrained manners. In the desert you got out your gun and kicked doors out of the way, that's how you entered a building. Kobra had a feeling that the citizens here wouldn't appreciate it and after Party's and his recent stunt they'd better lay low for a little while.

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James tilted his head back as he thought, that was a hard thing to decide on really. "The early nineteen hundreds, so much innovation in such a short time."

"How was it before then?" Kobra asked. He'd never really learnt about history. He just knew that things had been different before the Helium Wars.

"Much more simple, little electricity, no cars. Everything took time, and patience was needed." He said it fondly, his Victorian roots showing through. Yes things had changed for the better over time but he still did miss certain things.

"No cars?" Kobra asked, because it was the thing that startled him most. They only had little electricity out in the zones as well and the generators died on a frequent basis, sending Jet into exasperation as he tried to repair them. "But how did you get around then?"

Well they had cars later on, the Model T had been fun to drive in reality, but not a car as Kobra would know it really. So he chuckled some at the reaction and shrugged, "Trains, buggies drawn by horses, walking. It was a much slower time."

06| Location: Old Sanctuary| Always chocking from the stench and the fume

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[Location: Park]

[Location: Park]

[Location: Park]

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