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[Well, shit.
In the moment that passes in-between a furious mother drake appearing and its talons reaching Rufus, he chides himself for being so thoughtless. For letting his guard down, even for a moment, without thinking it through — of course there’s another one, a bigger one. These drakes were too small and too easy to down, but he had been glad to do it, and quick to assume the work was over when the last one fell. Distracted, maybe, by the red blossoming across his shoulder.
Too late now.
The thing casts a vast, stretching shadow across his form as it descends, and Alec’s warning barely registers in his mind before its tail has whipped into his side, nearly knocking the wind out of him. He stumbles, but his mind is already telling him one thing: he needs to get to his gun, and though it isn’t graceful, Rufus manages to keep his balance and make a lurch for his weapon, lain useless on the ground a few feet away.
But then he feels a vice-grip around his leg and the world upends itself. He’s pulled up, and everything is upside-down, swaying; if the monster has grabbed him by the ankle and is thinking of mauling him mid-air, he’s going to be a really pissed ghost after he bleeds out and dies.
He doesn’t even glance up (down?) at the creature, because he’s sure he’d only see flashing talons, an angry maw, and leathery wings. Instead, a useless reach towards his shotgun (god, his shoulder), coupled with a command to Alec—]
Throw it at me!
In the moment that passes in-between a furious mother drake appearing and its talons reaching Rufus, he chides himself for being so thoughtless. For letting his guard down, even for a moment, without thinking it through — of course there’s another one, a bigger one. These drakes were too small and too easy to down, but he had been glad to do it, and quick to assume the work was over when the last one fell. Distracted, maybe, by the red blossoming across his shoulder.
Too late now.
The thing casts a vast, stretching shadow across his form as it descends, and Alec’s warning barely registers in his mind before its tail has whipped into his side, nearly knocking the wind out of him. He stumbles, but his mind is already telling him one thing: he needs to get to his gun, and though it isn’t graceful, Rufus manages to keep his balance and make a lurch for his weapon, lain useless on the ground a few feet away.
But then he feels a vice-grip around his leg and the world upends itself. He’s pulled up, and everything is upside-down, swaying; if the monster has grabbed him by the ankle and is thinking of mauling him mid-air, he’s going to be a really pissed ghost after he bleeds out and dies.
He doesn’t even glance up (down?) at the creature, because he’s sure he’d only see flashing talons, an angry maw, and leathery wings. Instead, a useless reach towards his shotgun (god, his shoulder), coupled with a command to Alec—]
Throw it at me!
[ Alec has an impulse to run in and do… something. He’s not sure what, since the beast is on Rufus before he can fully think it over, but by then Alec is halfway down the hill anyway. For all that Alec secretly hoped that Rufus’ stay in the slums, and in this world for that matter, would come to a swift end, he doesn’t actually want to see the guy die.
For some reason.
(That reason being retaliation from his father, most likely, and not because he has a troublesome conscience that sounds too much like his own dad when he least wants it to.)
The wizard hops over the fallen body of one of the smaller drakes, skidding in the dirt as he scoops the shotgun up. Without even waiting for his momentum to slow, Alec lobs the shotgun up at Rufus’ outstretched hand. It’s a good toss, and Alec can only wait to see if Rufus is able to make something of it. ]
For some reason.
(That reason being retaliation from his father, most likely, and not because he has a troublesome conscience that sounds too much like his own dad when he least wants it to.)
The wizard hops over the fallen body of one of the smaller drakes, skidding in the dirt as he scoops the shotgun up. Without even waiting for his momentum to slow, Alec lobs the shotgun up at Rufus’ outstretched hand. It’s a good toss, and Alec can only wait to see if Rufus is able to make something of it. ]
[Good thing Alec is quick on his feet, but too bad the situation is little too harried for Rufus to feel any kind of gratitude just yet. He’s reaching, impatiently, even as the man swoops down and lobs his shotgun back at him, his hair fallen all out of place thanks to gravity. It’s a good throw, though, and Rufus catches it by the stock, twisting it around in his hands to steady it.
To say this is the most awkward firing position he’s been in would be the biggest understatement of the century, but at least his target is uncomfortably close. It means that he can raise up the barrel and aim anywhere on the drake, letting loose a spread of buckshot that barely misses his own foot. But you know, a win’s a win, especially when the world is literally vacillating back and forth and upside-down.
It catches the mother drake on the wing, but she’s made of sterner stuff than her brood — this only angers her, and she kicks out her hind legs to release Rufus by flinging him at Alec.]
To say this is the most awkward firing position he’s been in would be the biggest understatement of the century, but at least his target is uncomfortably close. It means that he can raise up the barrel and aim anywhere on the drake, letting loose a spread of buckshot that barely misses his own foot. But you know, a win’s a win, especially when the world is literally vacillating back and forth and upside-down.
It catches the mother drake on the wing, but she’s made of sterner stuff than her brood — this only angers her, and she kicks out her hind legs to release Rufus by flinging him at Alec.]
[ While Rufus is busy dangling around and trying to right his weapon, Alec takes a chance - the wizard raises a hand and casts, slashing out a rune in the air before him. Thankfully for him, Rufus is very occupied by his current situation, and the stormy purple color of Alec's magic isn't terribly eye-catching.
Still, it's a big risk, and Alec knows he has to be fast. The thunder of shotgun fire seems to herald the arrival of lightning, rather than the other way around. Alec slashes out the final mark of his spell, and the sigil vanishes in a streak of bright lightning that arcs into the drake--- just about the time it flings Rufus at him.
The lightning bolt goes one way while Shinra's heir goes the other, and Alec only has a split second to brace for impact, activating his Enhancements almost on instinct. He half-catches, half collides with Rufus. While Alec doesn't keep his footing, he's not as winded as he could have been by the impact, and the subsequent collision with a nearby wall of debris.
At least he managed to down the drake. She's not dead, but definitely dazed, smoke coiling off her scales as she struggles to get back up. ]
Still, it's a big risk, and Alec knows he has to be fast. The thunder of shotgun fire seems to herald the arrival of lightning, rather than the other way around. Alec slashes out the final mark of his spell, and the sigil vanishes in a streak of bright lightning that arcs into the drake--- just about the time it flings Rufus at him.
The lightning bolt goes one way while Shinra's heir goes the other, and Alec only has a split second to brace for impact, activating his Enhancements almost on instinct. He half-catches, half collides with Rufus. While Alec doesn't keep his footing, he's not as winded as he could have been by the impact, and the subsequent collision with a nearby wall of debris.
At least he managed to down the drake. She's not dead, but definitely dazed, smoke coiling off her scales as she struggles to get back up. ]
[As soon as he fires, his perception becomes a blur. There’s no way of registering what’s happening, other than the lurch in his stomach as he goes swinging from one direction to the other — let go, it feels like, to go colliding into something in the most graceless way possible. Instinct has him holding onto the shotgun tightly, making certain its barrel is pointed away from his body, in case his luck is doubly bad enough for it to go off accidentally.
When he’s landed, his mind finally reorients itself, and Rufus sits up with pain shooting through his body. His elbow digs into Alec’s stomach, and he’s quick to realize that the other’s broken his fall, along with a pile of debris surrounding them. How he’s managed it without breaking a bone is another mystery altogether (and maybe the same can’t be said for Alec; he can’t tell.) but he wastes no time in trying to untangle himself so that he’s on his feet again, pushing his hair out of his eyes with a free hand.
He reassesses. The mama drake’s dazed from his shot (scales smoking? An oddity noted for later), and he needs to take advantage of it. He’s lost count of his shots — he's on nine, ten maybe — but it doesn’t matter now. What’s left in his shotgun is unloaded into the creature as soon as he can move close enough, a little haggardly, but raising the barrel to an easy target all the same.]
When he’s landed, his mind finally reorients itself, and Rufus sits up with pain shooting through his body. His elbow digs into Alec’s stomach, and he’s quick to realize that the other’s broken his fall, along with a pile of debris surrounding them. How he’s managed it without breaking a bone is another mystery altogether (and maybe the same can’t be said for Alec; he can’t tell.) but he wastes no time in trying to untangle himself so that he’s on his feet again, pushing his hair out of his eyes with a free hand.
He reassesses. The mama drake’s dazed from his shot (scales smoking? An oddity noted for later), and he needs to take advantage of it. He’s lost count of his shots — he's on nine, ten maybe — but it doesn’t matter now. What’s left in his shotgun is unloaded into the creature as soon as he can move close enough, a little haggardly, but raising the barrel to an easy target all the same.]
[ It's a fucking miracle neither of them get shot full of holes as Rufus careens into Alec, but Alec finds it kid of hard to count his blessings in the moment. Thankfully, neither of them seem to be terribly injured - apart from the gash in Rufus' shoulder, which leaves Alec smeared with the other man's blood in the crash.
Rufus is up quickly, leaving Alec to his own devices for a moment. The wizard heaves a sigh, letting go of his wards before they become too much of a problem. He's left feeling a bit weary, but overall much less worse for wear.
The way Rufus finishes off the drake isn't pretty - but then, if Alec were being generous, he might say the first five minutes of this farce were pretty, and everything since then has been an utter shit show. At least he's keeping with the current theme. Still reeling from the lightning strike and pumped full of buckshot, the drake ceases to even twitch. ]
Fuck.
[ The word somehow feels too loud in the wake of all that gunfire. Alec has to play it up a little, groaning as he gets to his feet. ]
That could've gone better.
Rufus is up quickly, leaving Alec to his own devices for a moment. The wizard heaves a sigh, letting go of his wards before they become too much of a problem. He's left feeling a bit weary, but overall much less worse for wear.
The way Rufus finishes off the drake isn't pretty - but then, if Alec were being generous, he might say the first five minutes of this farce were pretty, and everything since then has been an utter shit show. At least he's keeping with the current theme. Still reeling from the lightning strike and pumped full of buckshot, the drake ceases to even twitch. ]
Fuck.
[ The word somehow feels too loud in the wake of all that gunfire. Alec has to play it up a little, groaning as he gets to his feet. ]
That could've gone better.
["Fuck" is right.
Rufus realizes that he's catching his breath once the silence finally settles in the area. The offended drake is very much dead, staining the ground with her blood, but Rufus' body is still grappled with adrenaline, and he has to force himself to lower his gun arm after a few seconds pass.]
Job's a success, no matter how you look at it.
[Yeah, it was a shitshow, but it was a successful shitshow, and Rufus' battered pride won't allow for it to be perceived in any other way. He turns to face Alec, shoulder bloodied and numb, while the rest of him begins to throb with pain.]
Guess I should thank you.
Rufus realizes that he's catching his breath once the silence finally settles in the area. The offended drake is very much dead, staining the ground with her blood, but Rufus' body is still grappled with adrenaline, and he has to force himself to lower his gun arm after a few seconds pass.]
Job's a success, no matter how you look at it.
[Yeah, it was a shitshow, but it was a successful shitshow, and Rufus' battered pride won't allow for it to be perceived in any other way. He turns to face Alec, shoulder bloodied and numb, while the rest of him begins to throb with pain.]
Guess I should thank you.
Yeah, sure buddy. You just keep telling yourself that.
[ Alec leans heavily on the wall of debris he'd just slammed into. Even with his Enhancements up, he'd been real lucky that there hadn't been any jagged bits of metal or rusted rebar sticking out of that mess. Magic will only do so much against stabbing.
For being a disaster, the last few moments were certainly filled with little miracles.
He takes a moment to look Rufus over. He's still bleeding everywhere, and that arm of his doesn't seem to be in great shape. He'll come down off the adrenaline soon enough and the pain will really set in. ]
For what? Catching you? I didn't have much of a choice.
[ Alec leans heavily on the wall of debris he'd just slammed into. Even with his Enhancements up, he'd been real lucky that there hadn't been any jagged bits of metal or rusted rebar sticking out of that mess. Magic will only do so much against stabbing.
For being a disaster, the last few moments were certainly filled with little miracles.
He takes a moment to look Rufus over. He's still bleeding everywhere, and that arm of his doesn't seem to be in great shape. He'll come down off the adrenaline soon enough and the pain will really set in. ]
For what? Catching you? I didn't have much of a choice.
[He scoffs.]
For throwing me my gun. But if you don't want the gratitude, that's fine by me.
[He moves to holster his shotgun, trying not to wince the entire time. Rufus then moves closer to Alec, his steps a little uneven, and feeling like his joints just went through hell and back. He ignores the blood; it might be nasty to look at it, but the drake missed anything important, and so-]
I take it you're uninjured? Because we've got a reward to pick up now.
For throwing me my gun. But if you don't want the gratitude, that's fine by me.
[He moves to holster his shotgun, trying not to wince the entire time. Rufus then moves closer to Alec, his steps a little uneven, and feeling like his joints just went through hell and back. He ignores the blood; it might be nasty to look at it, but the drake missed anything important, and so-]
I take it you're uninjured? Because we've got a reward to pick up now.
That too.
[ Alec keeps his eyes on Rufus, watching his every movement. Yeah, he's in a bad way, battered and bruised and, oh yeah, still bleeding. Rufus might be trying not to wince, so Alec winces for him, and that really annoying conscience of his rears its ugly head.
It's entirely Rufus' fault for rushing in, but perhaps if Alec had been a bit more accommodating, a bit more helpful, he might have slowed down a bit.
That's a dangerous line of thinking, but there it is all the same. ]
Shit, Junior. At least take a minute to stop bleeding all over the place. Let's get you patched up first, then you can get your money.
[ Alec keeps his eyes on Rufus, watching his every movement. Yeah, he's in a bad way, battered and bruised and, oh yeah, still bleeding. Rufus might be trying not to wince, so Alec winces for him, and that really annoying conscience of his rears its ugly head.
It's entirely Rufus' fault for rushing in, but perhaps if Alec had been a bit more accommodating, a bit more helpful, he might have slowed down a bit.
That's a dangerous line of thinking, but there it is all the same. ]
Shit, Junior. At least take a minute to stop bleeding all over the place. Let's get you patched up first, then you can get your money.
You’re exaggerating. I’m not bleeding out.
[He’s sure he’s not gushing blood, not a wound that’ll be a hindrance in getting him to point A to point B. Especially when point B is getting paid for his work — an important foundation of living income for the days to come.
The pain will come soon, he knows it. Once the rush of a fight fades, its going to be a little harder to use that arm of his, and he’d rather not deal with one more difficulty right now. Not yet.
That, and he doesn’t need to be pitied.]
My shoulder’s injured, not my leg. I can walk, and I want to pick up the reward I’ve earned while I still can.
[He’s sure he’s not gushing blood, not a wound that’ll be a hindrance in getting him to point A to point B. Especially when point B is getting paid for his work — an important foundation of living income for the days to come.
The pain will come soon, he knows it. Once the rush of a fight fades, its going to be a little harder to use that arm of his, and he’d rather not deal with one more difficulty right now. Not yet.
That, and he doesn’t need to be pitied.]
My shoulder’s injured, not my leg. I can walk, and I want to pick up the reward I’ve earned while I still can.
[ Alec gives Rufus a skeptical look, eyebrows arching as he leans over to look at the guy's shoulder. It's not a shallow wound by any means, but it's difficult to tell just how bad it is with the blood and dirt and torn clothing in the way. ]
Okay, so you're not bleeding out, but you are bleeding. On my clothes. Which are now ruined.
[ This is absolutely about his stuff and not about any kind of concern for Rufus' well-being. Yup. ]
Okay, so you're not bleeding out, but you are bleeding. On my clothes. Which are now ruined.
[ This is absolutely about his stuff and not about any kind of concern for Rufus' well-being. Yup. ]
[The smile he gives Alec is thin and patronizingly sarcastic.]
I'll buy you new set.
[Seriously.]
You that concerned for my well-being?
I'll buy you new set.
[Seriously.]
You that concerned for my well-being?
Only because your dad will blow a gasket if something actually bad happens to you down here, like it wasn't his idea to ship you here in the first place.
[ Which is not entirely untrue, but some part of him still feels like he should have been a bit more helpful instead of throwing Rufus straight to the proverbial wolves. He fared well, all things considered, but that could have gone so much worse. ]
But you're the boss. Go on, walk it off and collect your gil. I won't stop you.
[ Which is not entirely untrue, but some part of him still feels like he should have been a bit more helpful instead of throwing Rufus straight to the proverbial wolves. He fared well, all things considered, but that could have gone so much worse. ]
But you're the boss. Go on, walk it off and collect your gil. I won't stop you.
My father might show some concern if I had died, but he won’t so much as blink if he learns about a flesh wound. So stop worrying.
[Though most wouldn’t consider Rufus’ injury a mere flesh wound, that’s about as serious as he wishes to treat it for now. Stubbornness has him walking past Alec, back down the way they came, with the expectation that he follow.]
Come on.
[And to his credit, he moves without incident. Ignoring his shoulder, squeezing past the crowded alleyways and over fallen debris, Rufus’ gait is misleading — it implies that he might be just fine until they pick up the reward and that a little healing magic is all it’ll take to patch him up afterward, easy as you please.
It’s not until they’re a handful of yards away from the entrance gate — the two men still stationed there —that he has to stop, grimacing, the pain suddenly sharp and shooting. It feels like someone had flipped a switch, and whatever force was deadening his nerves up until now was banished. The soreness and pain seep in, envelop him, and he finds himself gripping his shoulder, stopping and leaning against the frame of an old, rusted car long abandoned.]
Shit.
[Though most wouldn’t consider Rufus’ injury a mere flesh wound, that’s about as serious as he wishes to treat it for now. Stubbornness has him walking past Alec, back down the way they came, with the expectation that he follow.]
Come on.
[And to his credit, he moves without incident. Ignoring his shoulder, squeezing past the crowded alleyways and over fallen debris, Rufus’ gait is misleading — it implies that he might be just fine until they pick up the reward and that a little healing magic is all it’ll take to patch him up afterward, easy as you please.
It’s not until they’re a handful of yards away from the entrance gate — the two men still stationed there —that he has to stop, grimacing, the pain suddenly sharp and shooting. It feels like someone had flipped a switch, and whatever force was deadening his nerves up until now was banished. The soreness and pain seep in, envelop him, and he finds himself gripping his shoulder, stopping and leaning against the frame of an old, rusted car long abandoned.]
Shit.
[ Alec already said he wouldn't stop Rufus, and he doesn't. To Junior's credit, he nearly makes it, but all the while, Alec stays a handful of paces behind, eyes on the bloodied gash in Rufus' shoulder and the man himself. Adrenaline is a hell of a thing, and Alec knows it well - he also knows what it feels like when it's gone, and all the aches and scrapes and mistakes of the previous battle suddenly make themselves known.
Sometimes he can grit his teeth and bear it, sometimes he can't.
This must be one of those "can't" times. Pain tenses Rufus' entire frame, and he seeks out the first thing he can for support. Alec closes the gap between them, moving to Rufus' injured side to try again to peer at the wound. ]
Worse than you thought, eh chief?
[ Alec hadn't been prepared for a jaunt into the more wild part of the slums, his little stock of potions and other first aid items left behind at home in favor of a change of clothes. Now he knows better. ]
Can you make it? We're almost home free.
Sometimes he can grit his teeth and bear it, sometimes he can't.
This must be one of those "can't" times. Pain tenses Rufus' entire frame, and he seeks out the first thing he can for support. Alec closes the gap between them, moving to Rufus' injured side to try again to peer at the wound. ]
Worse than you thought, eh chief?
[ Alec hadn't been prepared for a jaunt into the more wild part of the slums, his little stock of potions and other first aid items left behind at home in favor of a change of clothes. Now he knows better. ]
Can you make it? We're almost home free.
I’m fine.
[The way it’s spoken, roughly through gritted teeth, might actually inform Alec that, no, he’s not fine. The pain in his shoulder is like someone’s stuck a knife into it, and every time it so much as moves, that same blade might as well be twisting. The rest of his body is sending its unwanted alarms careening through him, too — bruises where he’d collided into Alec, or where the largest of the drakes gripped talons into his ankle, the tips puncturing skin. That isn’t accounting for the sore muscles that’ll complain tomorrow, after having been twisted to and fro mid-air like a rag doll.
But yeah. He’s fine.
He pushes himself off the car, hand pressing into his shoulder this time, forcing his walk to the gate. The men, obviously worried upon seeing the man who had passed not that long ago returning bloodied, frown when they see them. One of them pipes up again.
Hey! Your friend looks like he could use a hand! We told you those drakes were nasty business!]
[The way it’s spoken, roughly through gritted teeth, might actually inform Alec that, no, he’s not fine. The pain in his shoulder is like someone’s stuck a knife into it, and every time it so much as moves, that same blade might as well be twisting. The rest of his body is sending its unwanted alarms careening through him, too — bruises where he’d collided into Alec, or where the largest of the drakes gripped talons into his ankle, the tips puncturing skin. That isn’t accounting for the sore muscles that’ll complain tomorrow, after having been twisted to and fro mid-air like a rag doll.
But yeah. He’s fine.
He pushes himself off the car, hand pressing into his shoulder this time, forcing his walk to the gate. The men, obviously worried upon seeing the man who had passed not that long ago returning bloodied, frown when they see them. One of them pipes up again.
Hey! Your friend looks like he could use a hand! We told you those drakes were nasty business!]
You are not.
[ Alec got off lucky, with a cushion of magic to fall back on, but Rufus is only human. That gash in his shoulder may be the worst of it, but he was also tossed around like a rag doll. If the rest of his body isn't complaining then Alec will be very surprised indeed.
Rufus pushes past him, and Alec turns to catch up, only to jog ahead when they catch the attention of the men at the gate. ]
Now they're very much dead business, thanks. [ And he's not my friend, sits on the tip of his tongue, but now is really not the time. ] You got somewhere we can go to get him patched up?
[ Alec got off lucky, with a cushion of magic to fall back on, but Rufus is only human. That gash in his shoulder may be the worst of it, but he was also tossed around like a rag doll. If the rest of his body isn't complaining then Alec will be very surprised indeed.
Rufus pushes past him, and Alec turns to catch up, only to jog ahead when they catch the attention of the men at the gate. ]
Now they're very much dead business, thanks. [ And he's not my friend, sits on the tip of his tongue, but now is really not the time. ] You got somewhere we can go to get him patched up?
[The man nods, expression well-worn with concern, and points down the street in the southern direction.
We’ve got our own little outpost set up there, just under the awning of the third building down. It’s not much, but there’s a first aid kit with a few supplies in it that should be good… You’re not the first person to come back bruised and bloodied after a stint with angry monsters, you know.
Rufus, meanwhile, does not appreciate being spoken about like he’s not there. To Alec, irritated with pain and impatience both—]
You can patch me up, but we’re not lingering.
[The second guard pipes in, thinking it reasonable to say, You need some materia? I’ve got a healing one you can borrow, ’s long as you bring it back before you go.]
We’ve got our own little outpost set up there, just under the awning of the third building down. It’s not much, but there’s a first aid kit with a few supplies in it that should be good… You’re not the first person to come back bruised and bloodied after a stint with angry monsters, you know.
Rufus, meanwhile, does not appreciate being spoken about like he’s not there. To Alec, irritated with pain and impatience both—]
You can patch me up, but we’re not lingering.
[The second guard pipes in, thinking it reasonable to say, You need some materia? I’ve got a healing one you can borrow, ’s long as you bring it back before you go.]
Won't be the last, either.
[ Alec flashes the man a small smile, something commiserative, and nods his head in thanks, all while handily ignoring Rufus. Thankfully, he knows his way around a first aid kit (not sure what that says about his lifestyle, really), and he'll have Rufus patched up in no time.
But then the second guy has to go and offer him materia. It's a nice gesture, if a bit stupid to offer to a total stranger. He waves him off with a shake of his head. ]
Hate to say it man, but I'm useless with magic. Thanks for the offer.
[ Whether or not this guy has anything to say about it, Alec doesn't linger to find out. He breezes through the gate, pausing only long enough for Rufus to catch up, before heading to the little outpost. ]
You holding up okay, junior?
[ Alec flashes the man a small smile, something commiserative, and nods his head in thanks, all while handily ignoring Rufus. Thankfully, he knows his way around a first aid kit (not sure what that says about his lifestyle, really), and he'll have Rufus patched up in no time.
But then the second guy has to go and offer him materia. It's a nice gesture, if a bit stupid to offer to a total stranger. He waves him off with a shake of his head. ]
Hate to say it man, but I'm useless with magic. Thanks for the offer.
[ Whether or not this guy has anything to say about it, Alec doesn't linger to find out. He breezes through the gate, pausing only long enough for Rufus to catch up, before heading to the little outpost. ]
You holding up okay, junior?
[A reasonable man would maybe pause and give more consideration to that offer of magic than Alec, because a Cure materia in the hands of the right person would staunch the eking flow of blood faster and more efficiently than a first-aid kit. But Rufus is tied up by his pride, not caring for excess aid if he can get by with the bare minimum. Alec is that bare minimum, apparently, and Rufus doesn’t say or do anything more than follow, waving the guard aside as if to decline his offer.
He doesn’t miss Alec’s admission of being poor with magic, but he isn’t inclined to question it, having no real reason to. Rufus follows, pushing his pace to save face, ice-eyes fixed ahead, too stubborn to fall too far behind, and too unwilling to accept the fact that the other man is probably slowing his step for his sake.]
So was this the day you were expecting to— [He bites back a wince.] —have? I’m nothing if not exciting.
He doesn’t miss Alec’s admission of being poor with magic, but he isn’t inclined to question it, having no real reason to. Rufus follows, pushing his pace to save face, ice-eyes fixed ahead, too stubborn to fall too far behind, and too unwilling to accept the fact that the other man is probably slowing his step for his sake.]
So was this the day you were expecting to— [He bites back a wince.] —have? I’m nothing if not exciting.
You're nothing if not a pain in my ass, actually.
[ Alec doesn't need this kind of excitement in his life. That's why he's happy to do most of his work behind a monitor and pass the information off to other people who will use it to get themselves or someone else in deep shit. After he does a job, it's usually out of his hands from there - until Rufus decided to drag him back into one that was long over from his perspective.
Once they reach their destination, the first aid kit is easy enough to spot, being a big red metal box and all, and Alec motions Rufus to a well-worn stool nearby. ]
Sit your ass down and take your shirt off so we can get this over with and get home.
[ Alec doesn't need this kind of excitement in his life. That's why he's happy to do most of his work behind a monitor and pass the information off to other people who will use it to get themselves or someone else in deep shit. After he does a job, it's usually out of his hands from there - until Rufus decided to drag him back into one that was long over from his perspective.
Once they reach their destination, the first aid kit is easy enough to spot, being a big red metal box and all, and Alec motions Rufus to a well-worn stool nearby. ]
Sit your ass down and take your shirt off so we can get this over with and get home.
dusts this off...no obligation to continue if you don't wanna!
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2020-10-31 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's almost too tired to balk against the command. Almost. Maybe Rufus stands just a moment too long, a hair too delayed, before the pain shooting through his nerve-endings informs him to play the part of nice, congenial patient. He finds himself seated on a rickety old stool with unbalanced legs, and he begins the slow process of removing shirt by pulling it up over his head.
Hard to do, really, when you're sporting a still-oozing wound. Give him a slow, methodical moment.]
You should work on your bedside- [wince] -manner, "doctor.
Hard to do, really, when you're sporting a still-oozing wound. Give him a slow, methodical moment.]
You should work on your bedside- [wince] -manner, "doctor.
[ Alec is too busy rummaging through the first aid kit, fishing out gauze and bandages and sterile wipes, to witness the last stand of Rufus Shinra’s pride. Just as well because Alec would have most assuredly given him shit about it.
On the upside - as far as Rufus’ attempts to disrobe are concerned - the shirt is already slashed open, and the simple material tears even further as he tries to remove it. It makes the process easier, at least, even if it renders Alec’s poor shirt entirely unsalvageable. ]
Only if you work on your everything manner, Reeve.
[ Alec spares the ruined remains of his clothes a quick glance, but doesn’t remark on it. Instead, he simply moves behind Rufus, an alcohol-soaked pad in hand. ]
This is gonna sting.
[ That’s all the warning he’s going to get. ]
On the upside - as far as Rufus’ attempts to disrobe are concerned - the shirt is already slashed open, and the simple material tears even further as he tries to remove it. It makes the process easier, at least, even if it renders Alec’s poor shirt entirely unsalvageable. ]
Only if you work on your everything manner, Reeve.
[ Alec spares the ruined remains of his clothes a quick glance, but doesn’t remark on it. Instead, he simply moves behind Rufus, an alcohol-soaked pad in hand. ]
This is gonna sting.
[ That’s all the warning he’s going to get. ]
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