[b][color=ed1c24]RED TEAM - ARCHER - [s]AKHENATEN[/s]
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The modern world had luxuries... But none as great as those of Egypt. Regardless, Akhenaten had taken up with attempting to enjoy himself, at least until the war was swinging properly, and he could operate as he wished. For now though, he had chosen to learn as much as he could about the world, have a conversation with Aten, and order food at the same time. As such, he was currently standing in front of the TV, with Aten in one hand, and the other on a phone. After all, there was no chair worthy of a pharaoh in this hotel. He'd have much rather simply razed the place to the ground than accept such poor accommodations, but his master had made it clear not to do such a thing. 

[color=f7941d]"Yes, please send up one chicken breast, with that honey glaze your menu claims to be 'a chef's favorite.' Alongside that, I also wish to try your carrot cake. Make sure to include a carrot design with frosting. Finally-"[/color] The list of foods he'd demanded was quite large, leading upwards to over twenty items, which would be more than enough to feed the team if they wished. Though he was a pharaoh, and as such it was his tradition to enjoy a daily feast. A lavish display of foods from this country was just barely worthy of that, but he had to accept certain accommodations.  

The TV though, that was a buzz with information. Cartoons it seemed, were now used to entertain the childr- There had been two world w- A man named Hitle- Buy 2 get 1 fre- The presidental elections were coming u- Who was Martin Van B- Was the moon landing a hoa- In this day and age it's important to eat good ol' McDo- The second world war left Germany in r-
Again and again, he flicked through channels, absorbing information at a remarkable rate. And everything he heard, he remembered. Not that it mattered.

The third thing, his in-depth conversation with Aten, was mostly one-sided, with Aten doing most of the talking. It was easy to decipher, for him at least. To his master, the sounds Aten made sounded like screeching metal, or grinding nails. But to him, it was mostly talk of diagnostics. Distances, charting courses, all the things a Sun Diety must be aware of. After all, Aten was a busy god. Even if modern man was convinced that Aten was some ball of hot gasses. Perhaps he should wish to have that corrected. Though he already had his wish planned for. 

But as he hung up the phone, he now had a full part of his mind free to do as it pleased, and that meant boredom. 
[color=f7941d]"Master, I have decided I shall go speak to one of the other parties."[/color] Akhenaten said, to his Master who was likely trying to ignore his servant and the many distractions. Probably thankful that Akhenaten turned the TV off, and left without waiting for his master to protest. Walking out into the hallway, to see which of his allies he might run into.