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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
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. ]
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[ 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?
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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[ 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. ]