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[He gives an amused hm. Rufus sets the bottle down, thinking for a moment as he drinks from the glass.
Should he take that as approval? Probably not. He gets the feeling that Alec is the type who keeps his cards close to the chest, his true opinions not so freely given. Fitting for an info-broker, at least.]
It's just business. If there's one person in all of Midgar who understands that the most, it's my father. He's the one who taught me as much.
[And if he's less than understanding, it doesn't matter. He'd be too dead to deride him for it.]
But I want you to feed more than just info to Avalanche. I want you to feed them funding, too. You'll take your own portion of the cut, naturally, so don't worry about that. All-in-all, a pretty simple arrangement if you ask me. Won't see the results for probably months on end, but it'll be worth it.
So are you in?
Should he take that as approval? Probably not. He gets the feeling that Alec is the type who keeps his cards close to the chest, his true opinions not so freely given. Fitting for an info-broker, at least.]
It's just business. If there's one person in all of Midgar who understands that the most, it's my father. He's the one who taught me as much.
[And if he's less than understanding, it doesn't matter. He'd be too dead to deride him for it.]
But I want you to feed more than just info to Avalanche. I want you to feed them funding, too. You'll take your own portion of the cut, naturally, so don't worry about that. All-in-all, a pretty simple arrangement if you ask me. Won't see the results for probably months on end, but it'll be worth it.
So are you in?
[ What a charming home life this guy must have, but then Alec really can't judge. He did much the same to his own mother, though perhaps his own endeavors were less about business and more about simple revenge, poorly hidden in the guise of justice.
Alec spends a very long few moments in consideration. He considers the man across from him, he considers the pieces of this frankly fascinating and unexpected puzzle he's been given, he considers the options. There is still a very real chance that Rufus will turn out to be just as bad or worse than his old man, but if it's Avalanche doing the heavy lifting, perhaps there is some benefit to be had from this arrangement anyway.
And if Rufus turns out to be a tyrant prince, then Alec will have to find a way to deal with it. ]
Thankfully for you, I've just decided I dislike you less than I dislike your dad. I'm in.
Alec spends a very long few moments in consideration. He considers the man across from him, he considers the pieces of this frankly fascinating and unexpected puzzle he's been given, he considers the options. There is still a very real chance that Rufus will turn out to be just as bad or worse than his old man, but if it's Avalanche doing the heavy lifting, perhaps there is some benefit to be had from this arrangement anyway.
And if Rufus turns out to be a tyrant prince, then Alec will have to find a way to deal with it. ]
Thankfully for you, I've just decided I dislike you less than I dislike your dad. I'm in.
[That makes him laugh, low and pleased. This man's mouth probably gets him in trouble more often than not, but Rufus decides that he likes it for now.]
Perfect. Then it's a deal.
[Under the table as this is, it's not like there are documents to sign or officiate. Leaving a paper trail would be foolish, so their contract is binding only by their own words. Not the most air-tight way to go about it, but when he's working to unseat his father from the Shinra throne, he doesn't have much of a choice.
But a businessman's a businessman, and Rufus is one through and through. The deal's always got to be sealed somehow. A simple handshake could do the trick, but he always thinks in more grandiose terms.
He slides the bottle of scotch in Alec's direction, paired with an empty glass that matches his own.]
Customary to seal it with some kind of celebration, so pour a glass. I promise it's not poisoned.
Perfect. Then it's a deal.
[Under the table as this is, it's not like there are documents to sign or officiate. Leaving a paper trail would be foolish, so their contract is binding only by their own words. Not the most air-tight way to go about it, but when he's working to unseat his father from the Shinra throne, he doesn't have much of a choice.
But a businessman's a businessman, and Rufus is one through and through. The deal's always got to be sealed somehow. A simple handshake could do the trick, but he always thinks in more grandiose terms.
He slides the bottle of scotch in Alec's direction, paired with an empty glass that matches his own.]
Customary to seal it with some kind of celebration, so pour a glass. I promise it's not poisoned.
[ Rich bastard, Alec thinks, as Rufus slings around a bottle of alcohol worth more than most people living in Midgar's shadow would ever see. But, the move is on-brand for what he expects of Rufus in their short time together, so he's not entirely surprised either. ]
This gonna come out of my pay?
[ Alec already said he doesn't drink on the clock, but one glass surely won't make much of a difference, plus it gives him the excuse to stick around and see if he can learn anything interesting about his host. ]
This gonna come out of my pay?
[ Alec already said he doesn't drink on the clock, but one glass surely won't make much of a difference, plus it gives him the excuse to stick around and see if he can learn anything interesting about his host. ]
Consider it on the house.
[Of course he won’t make him pay for a drink in his own home. Rufus Shinra is not the gil-pinching kind of rich; he’s the pockets-overflowing sort.]
What, not to your taste?
[Most would be lucky to even get a whiff of the stuff.]
Could always pick out something different if you really want. I have plenty.
[Of course he won’t make him pay for a drink in his own home. Rufus Shinra is not the gil-pinching kind of rich; he’s the pockets-overflowing sort.]
What, not to your taste?
[Most would be lucky to even get a whiff of the stuff.]
Could always pick out something different if you really want. I have plenty.
I'm sure you do.
[ This with a pointed glance at the bar, but ultimately Alec simply shrugs and takes the bottle offered to him to pour himself a glass. ]
This'll be just fine. I always wondered what it would be like to pour liquid gold down my throat.
[ Wicked waste of money, but at least it's Rufus' money. He lifts his glass. ]
Here's to working with you, then.
[ This with a pointed glance at the bar, but ultimately Alec simply shrugs and takes the bottle offered to him to pour himself a glass. ]
This'll be just fine. I always wondered what it would be like to pour liquid gold down my throat.
[ Wicked waste of money, but at least it's Rufus' money. He lifts his glass. ]
Here's to working with you, then.
[A lift of his glass in turn.]
To new business ventures and their success.
[He’ll drink to that, and the stuff goes down with a burn worthy of the gil it costs. Afterwards, he decides to indulge himself in a question or two, since he has Alec at his disposal.]
So— [The glass clinks against the bar.] —What’s your problem with my father?
[He grins, knowing that’s quite a question to ask, but Rufus never was the sort to hold his tongue.]
To new business ventures and their success.
[He’ll drink to that, and the stuff goes down with a burn worthy of the gil it costs. Afterwards, he decides to indulge himself in a question or two, since he has Alec at his disposal.]
So— [The glass clinks against the bar.] —What’s your problem with my father?
[He grins, knowing that’s quite a question to ask, but Rufus never was the sort to hold his tongue.]
Cheers.
[ Down the hatch, and Alec would admit it is worth the price tag. He has no desire to live in a mansion in the sky, so he'll accept this little taste of what it's like before going back to his life under the city.
While the question Rufus flings at him isn't exactly expected, Alec replies almost instantly, ]
It's the mustache. Never trust a man with that kind of facial hair.
[ He makes a vague motion at Rufus with his glass. ]
What's your problem with your father?
[ Down the hatch, and Alec would admit it is worth the price tag. He has no desire to live in a mansion in the sky, so he'll accept this little taste of what it's like before going back to his life under the city.
While the question Rufus flings at him isn't exactly expected, Alec replies almost instantly, ]
It's the mustache. Never trust a man with that kind of facial hair.
[ He makes a vague motion at Rufus with his glass. ]
What's your problem with your father?
[A non-answer which is as good as deflection. Rufus’ grin doesn’t dissipate, but like hell if he’s letting his own question turn around on him like that.]
Nuh-uh. [He shakes his head, swirling amber in his glass lazily.] I asked you first. Give me a real answer.
[He’s curious, of course, but the reason behind it is purely strategic. What to mention around this man, what to avoid. What are the shape of his morals so he can not trip over any of them during their time working together — that sort of thing. People had a lot of opinions when it came to Shinra and its President. Sussing them out is for the best when they’re not the sort to bend over backwards for the name.]
Nuh-uh. [He shakes his head, swirling amber in his glass lazily.] I asked you first. Give me a real answer.
[He’s curious, of course, but the reason behind it is purely strategic. What to mention around this man, what to avoid. What are the shape of his morals so he can not trip over any of them during their time working together — that sort of thing. People had a lot of opinions when it came to Shinra and its President. Sussing them out is for the best when they’re not the sort to bend over backwards for the name.]
Edited 2020-04-28 16:44 (UTC)
[ Ah, see, Alec should have just taken the job and left, because Junior is sharper than he likes his more affluent clientele to be, but those are the perils of going (almost) all the way to the top, he supposes.
He shrugs, turning to lean back against the bar, elbows resting on the surface. ]
I just don't think a guy who claims he does things for the people but has entire, sprawling districts of slums under his city is really doing everything he can.
He shrugs, turning to lean back against the bar, elbows resting on the surface. ]
I just don't think a guy who claims he does things for the people but has entire, sprawling districts of slums under his city is really doing everything he can.
[A common viewpoint taken up by those sympathetic to the grounders. Those who think the slums cropped up out of some negligent treatment of Shinra’s, as if the economy ever worked that way. But it’s easiest to pin the blame on the biggest target; that’s not surprising. The widest scope was always suited for the most narrow minds.
He doesn’t say any of that, only follows up with more prying.]
So you’d like to see Shinra do more than what they already have for the people on the lower plate? Is that where you live?
He doesn’t say any of that, only follows up with more prying.]
So you’d like to see Shinra do more than what they already have for the people on the lower plate? Is that where you live?
Sorry, shouldn't you have interviewed me before you hired me?
[ Alec doesn't like people prying, even if their questions are fairly benign. He provides other people's info, not his own, thanks. ]
I'm not here to be your buddy, Junior. I'm just here to get paid.
[ Alec doesn't like people prying, even if their questions are fairly benign. He provides other people's info, not his own, thanks. ]
I'm not here to be your buddy, Junior. I'm just here to get paid.
So I’m not allowed to be curious?
[He raises a brow in Alec’s direction, and while knowing that he has a point (and it’s the stance he would take if the roles were reversed), Rufus presses anyway. He has no reason not to.]
Your answers won’t change whether or not you’re suited for the job. It’s yours. I just like to know the people I’m working with. Not expecting you to share your whole life story.
[He raises a brow in Alec’s direction, and while knowing that he has a point (and it’s the stance he would take if the roles were reversed), Rufus presses anyway. He has no reason not to.]
Your answers won’t change whether or not you’re suited for the job. It’s yours. I just like to know the people I’m working with. Not expecting you to share your whole life story.
You can be curious all you want, but that doesn't mean I have to indulge you. If you wanna know something about me, know that I'm a very private person.
[ He sets his glass down on the bar, still half full of far too expensive alcohol. He figures Rufus can afford to waste half a glass. ]
We done here?
[ He sets his glass down on the bar, still half full of far too expensive alcohol. He figures Rufus can afford to waste half a glass. ]
We done here?
[Look like he's hit a brick wall. Rufus didn't garner as much information as he'd like, but he has a very broad stroke of where Alec lies on the "common man sympathizer" scale. Easy enough to avoid that minefield of a topic altogether.]
Not yet.
[Rufus relinquishes his own glass and moves around the counter. Darkstar lifts his head from his spot near the window, watching, but otherwise remains unmoving.
He crosses to the dining room table and cracks open the laptop resting there. The screen lights up with stark, white light.]
Since you're in such a hurry to get to business, might as well have you leave with your first gift to Avalanche.
[A few keystrokes, a second or two later, and then he's pulling a thin USB-like device from the computer's side. He holds it up, twirls it between forefinger and middle like he would a coin, before offering it to Alec in his palm.]
A taste to get them interested. Don't lose it.
Not yet.
[Rufus relinquishes his own glass and moves around the counter. Darkstar lifts his head from his spot near the window, watching, but otherwise remains unmoving.
He crosses to the dining room table and cracks open the laptop resting there. The screen lights up with stark, white light.]
Since you're in such a hurry to get to business, might as well have you leave with your first gift to Avalanche.
[A few keystrokes, a second or two later, and then he's pulling a thin USB-like device from the computer's side. He holds it up, twirls it between forefinger and middle like he would a coin, before offering it to Alec in his palm.]
A taste to get them interested. Don't lose it.
[ Much like the dog, Alec keeps his eyes on Rufus as he moves across the room, though he's certainly not unaware of the hound off by the windows either. Alec is a paranoid bastard, so there's some small part of him that keeps expecting a trap, but he is instead offered a datastick - which might still be a trap, but he doubts it. The biggest trap here is one Rufus has already laid out for him: he's disposable.
Alec neatly plucks the device from Rufus' palm, deigning not to remark on the flashy little show he was just given. ]
I know better.
[ He gives a mock salute with the device before sticking it in his pocket. ]
Well chief, it's been fun, but I've got some subterfuge to get rolling. Thanks for the drink. Sorry for tracking dirt in your apartment.
[ He doesn't sound sorry at all, but that's probably as close to a "yes I came from the slums" as Rufus is going to get. ]
Alec neatly plucks the device from Rufus' palm, deigning not to remark on the flashy little show he was just given. ]
I know better.
[ He gives a mock salute with the device before sticking it in his pocket. ]
Well chief, it's been fun, but I've got some subterfuge to get rolling. Thanks for the drink. Sorry for tracking dirt in your apartment.
[ He doesn't sound sorry at all, but that's probably as close to a "yes I came from the slums" as Rufus is going to get. ]
[You know what? He probably would've guessed that from the get-go, even if he wasn't given any clues. What does that say for first impressions? Well, maybe it's better not to think about it.]
Just wipe your shoes next time.
[ :) ]
Keep my name out of it, by the way. I'm pretty sure some members of Avalanche would reject that data outright, on account of it coming from a Shinra. [And rightfully so.] But for now-
[The door to his apartment slides open with a gentle hiss. Darkstar gives a huff of air.]
You'll be hearing from me again.
Just wipe your shoes next time.
[ :) ]
Keep my name out of it, by the way. I'm pretty sure some members of Avalanche would reject that data outright, on account of it coming from a Shinra. [And rightfully so.] But for now-
[The door to his apartment slides open with a gentle hiss. Darkstar gives a huff of air.]
You'll be hearing from me again.
Edited 2020-04-28 18:28 (UTC)
I was planning on it, Junior. Sometimes people are better off not knowing where I get my info.
[ Don't tell him how to do his job!!
But he will take his leave now, tossing a casual wave over his shoulder without turning around. Back into the elevator for a very long trip down, and then out onto the street.
After that, who knows? It's like Alec simply disappears. ]
[ Don't tell him how to do his job!!
But he will take his leave now, tossing a casual wave over his shoulder without turning around. Back into the elevator for a very long trip down, and then out onto the street.
After that, who knows? It's like Alec simply disappears. ]
[The news spreads quickly, as often and as skewed as Shinra dictates it. The headlines of the day are rife with one breaking news topic in particular — Avalanche, the infamous terrorist group, had launched an attack on the city of Junon during one of the President’s speeches. Though many had escaped, the believed purpose of the operation — to assassinate the President — was a failure. Thanks to the courageous actions of SOLDIER, and the war hero Sephiroth himself, casualties were minimal, and investigations remain on-going.
In general, it is the truth. Shinra has only cut out the ugliest details, as they often do. Today’s lie of omission centers around none other than Rufus himself, discovered as the suspected traitor in the ranks, and caught with evidence of funneling both information and funding to Avalanche itself. His purpose? To dethrone his father.
Most would face execution for such an act of treachery, but President had always favored his son. Rufus earns little more than a slap on the wrist as a result, but is a stinging pain nonetheless — he is stripped of his authority in the company, of his home and his belongings, he is barred from only the most basic and bare minimum communications with Shinra employees, and all of his possessions are labeled as company property until otherwise notified. He is not allowed near HQ; his ID is flagged and probably tracked if he chooses to take advantage of public transportation. He has nothing to his name but his name, and what good is touting his influence across the lower plate, where he was left to fend for himself, if the people there do not deal in influence the same way they do above?
He’s left with the clothes on his back, a phone in his pocket (The Turks will check in on you, Rufus, he had been told), and the amount of gil he had on his person before he was escorted from top to below. And here he stands out like a sore thumb, but he doesn’t care. The stares and whispers (Is that the President’s son? Surely not. What would a man like that be doing down here? Looks eerily like him, though.) are too meager to bother him. His chest churns with irritation, his business-mind trying to salvage the situation with so little to work with. He has no contacts down here — the Turks do, but they’re still in his dad’s pocket.
No, that’s not true. He does have one contact.
They’ve dropped him off at Wall Market. He wonders if his father thinks he has a sense of humor, or the location was random. Doesn’t matter. With what money he has, it’s easy enough to purchase another phone and send a text to a certain info broker.]
I’m in Wall Market. South entrance. Meet me here, now.
-R
In general, it is the truth. Shinra has only cut out the ugliest details, as they often do. Today’s lie of omission centers around none other than Rufus himself, discovered as the suspected traitor in the ranks, and caught with evidence of funneling both information and funding to Avalanche itself. His purpose? To dethrone his father.
Most would face execution for such an act of treachery, but President had always favored his son. Rufus earns little more than a slap on the wrist as a result, but is a stinging pain nonetheless — he is stripped of his authority in the company, of his home and his belongings, he is barred from only the most basic and bare minimum communications with Shinra employees, and all of his possessions are labeled as company property until otherwise notified. He is not allowed near HQ; his ID is flagged and probably tracked if he chooses to take advantage of public transportation. He has nothing to his name but his name, and what good is touting his influence across the lower plate, where he was left to fend for himself, if the people there do not deal in influence the same way they do above?
He’s left with the clothes on his back, a phone in his pocket (The Turks will check in on you, Rufus, he had been told), and the amount of gil he had on his person before he was escorted from top to below. And here he stands out like a sore thumb, but he doesn’t care. The stares and whispers (Is that the President’s son? Surely not. What would a man like that be doing down here? Looks eerily like him, though.) are too meager to bother him. His chest churns with irritation, his business-mind trying to salvage the situation with so little to work with. He has no contacts down here — the Turks do, but they’re still in his dad’s pocket.
No, that’s not true. He does have one contact.
They’ve dropped him off at Wall Market. He wonders if his father thinks he has a sense of humor, or the location was random. Doesn’t matter. With what money he has, it’s easy enough to purchase another phone and send a text to a certain info broker.]
I’m in Wall Market. South entrance. Meet me here, now.
-R
[ Alec had gleaned the purpose of Rufus' dealings with Avalanche pretty early on - after all, how can he sell information if he doesn't know what it is first? - and he had to give Shinra Junior some credit. He had balls.
So he puts up with Rufus, does his job as a middleman and does it well, but in the end, you can lead a Chocobo to water, hell you can give it water on a silver fucking platter, but you can't make it drink. Even armed with all that Rufus had given them, Avalanche is no match for SOLDIER, and the operation goes tits up in the one place it really mattered most.
No skin off Alec's nose, since he's fairly certain that, apart from Rufus himself, no one else knows of his involvement with the whole affair. (And, he figures, if Rufus gets caught, throwing Alec under the bus isn't really a viable option.) In the end, Alec got a fat paycheck and got to sniff around some Shinra data, so he's happy with that.
Until his phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number and some very peculiar content. Why the fuck would Rufus Shinra be in Wall Market? And why would he be texting Alec about it?
For now, he decides to do a little prodding, just to see what's up. So when he texts back, it's part stalling tactic to see what he can dig up. No mention of Rufus on the news, but that doesn't mean anything. Time to see what he can find in the ol' Shinra personnel files. ]
What's the magic word?
[ Is what he sends, while his eyes remain glued to one of many monitors crammed into what he styles as his office. ]
So he puts up with Rufus, does his job as a middleman and does it well, but in the end, you can lead a Chocobo to water, hell you can give it water on a silver fucking platter, but you can't make it drink. Even armed with all that Rufus had given them, Avalanche is no match for SOLDIER, and the operation goes tits up in the one place it really mattered most.
No skin off Alec's nose, since he's fairly certain that, apart from Rufus himself, no one else knows of his involvement with the whole affair. (And, he figures, if Rufus gets caught, throwing Alec under the bus isn't really a viable option.) In the end, Alec got a fat paycheck and got to sniff around some Shinra data, so he's happy with that.
Until his phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number and some very peculiar content. Why the fuck would Rufus Shinra be in Wall Market? And why would he be texting Alec about it?
For now, he decides to do a little prodding, just to see what's up. So when he texts back, it's part stalling tactic to see what he can dig up. No mention of Rufus on the news, but that doesn't mean anything. Time to see what he can find in the ol' Shinra personnel files. ]
What's the magic word?
[ Is what he sends, while his eyes remain glued to one of many monitors crammed into what he styles as his office. ]
Fuck you.
[He sends it, his usual exterior of icy calm cracking just enough to allow the heat through. Rufus' frown is deep and discontented as he taps a reply across the screen of this cheap, disposable phone, under the shadowed awning of a lean-to.
Rufus tries again, only vaguely more cooperative. He makes a mental note that showing that kind of emotion is useless; he needs time to think, but hasn't allowed himself any.]
I’m not in the mood. This is imperative, so don't waste my time.
[Meanwhile, Alec's quick research yields interesting results. Shinra's personnel files at higher rungs of security are kept under lock and key, of course, but at a base level, there are some interesting stirrings with equally coincidental timing. Mostly, if he searches for Rufus himself, he'll find news of the President's son on an extended business trip overseas. His duties will be delegated between various facets of Shinra management and directorial decision-making until his return. Everyone wish him a safe trip!
Strange, isn't it, given that Rufus is texting him, claiming to be in Wall Market right now?]
[He sends it, his usual exterior of icy calm cracking just enough to allow the heat through. Rufus' frown is deep and discontented as he taps a reply across the screen of this cheap, disposable phone, under the shadowed awning of a lean-to.
Rufus tries again, only vaguely more cooperative. He makes a mental note that showing that kind of emotion is useless; he needs time to think, but hasn't allowed himself any.]
I’m not in the mood. This is imperative, so don't waste my time.
[Meanwhile, Alec's quick research yields interesting results. Shinra's personnel files at higher rungs of security are kept under lock and key, of course, but at a base level, there are some interesting stirrings with equally coincidental timing. Mostly, if he searches for Rufus himself, he'll find news of the President's son on an extended business trip overseas. His duties will be delegated between various facets of Shinra management and directorial decision-making until his return. Everyone wish him a safe trip!
Strange, isn't it, given that Rufus is texting him, claiming to be in Wall Market right now?]
[ Well now, that is interesting. If he were a betting man, he might wager that Rufus' business trip would equate more to him being grounded - perhaps quiet literally in this case, which would of course mean two things.
One, Rufus had been found out for his involvement in the failed assassination attempt of his father. And two, his father was a raging dumbass for leaving Rufus alive, but perhaps the old man still had a soft spot for his kid.
Alec kicks back in his chair, feet propped up on the desk next to his keyboard as he reads over Rufus' messages. Oh no, someone isn't happy at all. How amusing. ]
Seems to me you got all the time in the world right now, Junior.
You sure picked a shitty spot for a business trip. And not very far overseas either.
One, Rufus had been found out for his involvement in the failed assassination attempt of his father. And two, his father was a raging dumbass for leaving Rufus alive, but perhaps the old man still had a soft spot for his kid.
Alec kicks back in his chair, feet propped up on the desk next to his keyboard as he reads over Rufus' messages. Oh no, someone isn't happy at all. How amusing. ]
Seems to me you got all the time in the world right now, Junior.
You sure picked a shitty spot for a business trip. And not very far overseas either.
[Alec’s smart and it’s his job to know things before most even catch a whiff of it — Rufus isn’t surprised to learn that he’s aware of the farce of his “business trip” as spun by the company. But it doesn’t ease his irritation, either.]
Dad thinks he can send me down here as punishment and I’ll have a change of heart about my place in the company. Until then, I’m on “vacation” until he says otherwise.
Unacceptable bullshit.
You coming here or not?
Dad thinks he can send me down here as punishment and I’ll have a change of heart about my place in the company. Until then, I’m on “vacation” until he says otherwise.
Unacceptable bullshit.
You coming here or not?
[ There's something sort of poetic about Rufus Shinra getting banished to the slums as punishment for trying to overthrow his dad. Alec sincerely doubts this will quell his son's desire to take over - in fact, it seems to have done the opposite - perhaps this will do him some good. Let him get a whiff of how the little people scrape out their lives before he goes back to the castle in the sky.
Because Alec is something of an asshole, he lets that question hang for a few minutes. Mills around his office and idly pokes at Shinra's files to see if he can dig up anything else somewhat interesting. Then, when he feels like it, he replies, ]
Sure.
[ He snatches up a messenger bag and stuffs a spare set of clothes inside, just in case his buddy Junior has arrived in Wall Market wearing Shinra Chic, and heads out the door. ]
Because Alec is something of an asshole, he lets that question hang for a few minutes. Mills around his office and idly pokes at Shinra's files to see if he can dig up anything else somewhat interesting. Then, when he feels like it, he replies, ]
Sure.
[ He snatches up a messenger bag and stuffs a spare set of clothes inside, just in case his buddy Junior has arrived in Wall Market wearing Shinra Chic, and heads out the door. ]
[Shinra Chic? You bet he’s wearing it. It’s not like he was given any leisurely time to get his affairs in order once he was found out, much less grab a change of clothes. Besides, whether or not he would’ve decided to dress down for this momentous occasion is debatable.
So, despite being under the cover of an awning, Rufus is easy to spot. He’s wearing white, again, but also his signature long coat and his totally fashionable, not at all over-the-top pants to match. He might as well be as noticeable as the chocobo warking happily down the street just a ways away.
Considering that he’s keeping an eye out, he spots Alec as he nears, eschewing any manner of excess greeting or explanation in favor of—]
I need— [Money.] —your resources.
So, despite being under the cover of an awning, Rufus is easy to spot. He’s wearing white, again, but also his signature long coat and his totally fashionable, not at all over-the-top pants to match. He might as well be as noticeable as the chocobo warking happily down the street just a ways away.
Considering that he’s keeping an eye out, he spots Alec as he nears, eschewing any manner of excess greeting or explanation in favor of—]
I need— [Money.] —your resources.
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