[ 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. ]
[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.
[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.
[ 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. ]
[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—]
[ Maybe Rufus' mode of dress wouldn't be anything outrageous for Wall Market's night life, but it's the middle of the goddamn day, and here he is looking like... well, that.
Alec spots him almost instantly, and it seems he's spotted in turn. ]
I bet you do.
[ It's a good thing the general tone of Rufus' text messages conveyed his mood, so Alec doesn't exactly expect a warm greeting. In return, Alec shoves the messenger bag at Rufus' chest. Inside he will find an array of clothes in Alec's usual style, which is to say as plain as possible. A pair of jeans, t-shirt, jacket, and a ball cap. ]
Get changed first. That outfit is a fucking eyesore. Then, let's you and I take a walk.
[The bag jostles, crinkling in his arms as he holds it up, eyes fixed on Alec and frowning. Rufus tries to conjure up an uncaring tone, but his mood twists it into sounding impatient.]
The outfit’s fine.
[But maybe not suited to Wall Market in broad daylight, though he won’t give Alec the satisfaction of agreeing with him.
He slings the bag over his shoulder, casting about for a place to change. Around the corner of the building they’re closest to would do the trick, obscured from passerby’s, and at this point Rufus wants to talk shop more than he cares about propriety. So without another word, he goes ‘round the structure to change.
Minutes later and he’s back, dressed in plain clothing that anyone walking down the street could be seen wearing. It cuts his figure in a different way; no more sleek lines, layers, and belts crisp white. This casual, with locks of hair slightly askew from pulling the shirt over his head, he looks almost like a different person.]
You couldn’t have brought me something that you bothered to iron?
I have like a dozen things to say about your pants alone.
[ And they mostly boil down to "what the fuck". Thankfully there's no more arguing to be had, as Rufus ducks into an alley to change. Probably wouldn't be the first time Wall Market has had someone stripping in broad daylight, and most of the locals are too deep into their hangovers to care.
Rufus reappears and Alec has to admit that, though simple, the outfit has the desired effect. If he didn't already know he was looking at Rufus Shinra, he wouldn't know he was looking at Rufus Shinra.
Apparently clothes do make the man. ]
The fuck's an iron?
[ That's a no. ]
So- [ This, as he begins walking, expecting Rufus to follow ] -I gotta know, how hard did daddy cut you off?
[What’s an iron? Rufus pretends to not care whether or not Alec’s serious, though it makes him wonder just what the hell these clothes have been through before he donned him. And the man has any right to remark about his pants?]
Assets are frozen. Everything I owned is now considered company property, and I’m not allowed on premises. I don’t have a place to stay, and on top of that, I’m sure the Turks will be monitoring me now and again.
[He pushes the bag back into Alec’s hands. Why should he carry it?]
[ Alec will accept the bag back, just this once. It's his bag, so he'll carry it, even if the clothes inside aren't his and weigh like thirty pounds. He slings the strap over one shoulder, not once breaking stride. ]
Damn. I'd say consider yourself lucky you didn't get whacked for trying to whack your old man, but this is probably a fate worse than death to you, huh?
[ He's really not fond of keeping company with Rufus if Shinra's suits are going to play babysitter now and again. There's a group of people he'd rather not ever cross paths with. ]
[Rufus knows the only reason he was spared from death is because he’s the President’s son. His flesh and blood, the only heir to carry forth Shinra’s legacy. That said, he can’t say he would’ve been so generous. Had the roles been reversed, Rufus would have put a quick end to anyone trying to pull a similar stunt, family or no. All this does is prove to him that his father just isn’t suited for the job. Not like him.]
It’s temporary. I don’t plan on staying down here longer than I have to.
[He doesn’t know where Alec is going, but he doesn’t care to wait and find out. Rufus dives right back into the reason why he contacted him.]
But in order to do that, I need to means to make it reality. You know people; I want those same connections.
[ Right now, they're not going anywhere in particular. Certainly not back to Alec's place when he knows that Shinra is keeping tabs on their wayward son. He might have to find a way to deal with that if it looks like it's going to be a problem. ]
Just what are you thinking is gonna happen here? I hook you up and you're back topside in time for dinner? It's not gonna be that easy.
I’m not expecting you to work a miracle and get me back up there in a day.
[He’s angry, but he’s not stupid. He knows the system, and how difficult it is for those stuck on the lower rung of the social ladder to claw their way back up. Most don’t make it out — was never really a concern of his until now, until he found himself in a situation where he couldn’t be where he wanted.
A man tries to hawk something edible their way — Best buns in town! — but Rufus acts like he isn’t there, passing by with a chilled expression.]
But if you’re going to tell me that you can’t the make process any easier for me, I’m going to have to call you a liar, Brennan.
[ Alec is well versed in ignoring the street vendors, and they're well verse in being ignored. The man keeps on barking to any other passersby, heedless of the pair that just kept walking. ]
Alright, sure, I've got resources, but they don't come cheap and a great deal of them are not about to do any favors for the crown prince of Shinra. You're going to have to work for it.
And what is it you think I do all day? Sit and count the gil as it rolls in?
[Every day, he works. Every day is strategizing, management, sitting through board meetings and presentations. Rufus Shinra is hands on and always “on”, his mind steeped in ambition and his body adjusted to four-hours-of-sleep nights. Those who’d care to point it out might label him a workaholic, but there aren’t many who see this as a fault. Only a bright future for Shinra with someone so stalwart at the helm.
Alec acts like he knows him, but he doesn’t, to say that after he’d put together a plan to see his father dead, only to watch it fall to pieces in less than an hour. How much work went straight down the drain.]
I figured you swam around in all that money of yours, like some kind of evil cartoon character.
[ Alec is perhaps being a bit unfair, but he doesn't like Rufus, and he especially doesn't like the things that come tied to the man's last name. Alec dislikes authority, and he dislikes authority even more when there is a clear imbalance in power.
He's spent his life undermining people like Rufus, and Alec isn't so sure he wants to send him back up to his ivory tower without having learned something first. ]
Fine, you want to get somewhere in the slums, you need to start from the ground up. Build a little trust, and it'll only grease the wheels going forward.
[ A solid plan, considering Alec always has a smart remark or two or seven at the ready, and Rufus is better off not goading him. He really doesn't need it. ]
Buddy, I hate to break it to you, but starting now, you are a desperate grounder.
[ If an extremely determined one. He can find a lot of faults with Rufus, some imagined, some real, but he certainly can't fault his drive. The guy was willing to kill his own father to get to the top. ]
I might have an idea or two, but first a couple of things: One, how good are you in a fight? And two, you better come up with an alias before I come up with one for you.
[He is not a desperate grounder, and he briskly bites back-]
I'm only dressed like one.
[Your clothes! Are wrinkly!! Alec!!
But even so, Rufus clicks his tongue at the set of questions.]
I'm not bad in a fight. No SOLDIER, but a good shot with a gun if you can find one for me. [Because he assumes that Alec's asking for a reason, and that reason would indeed require a bit of fighting and/or violence. This means the situation would be far more advantageous if he could have some manner of firearm holstered against him. As for an alias-]
You mean you're not just going to introduce me to everyone as "Junior", huh?
I very strongly considered it, but you've had a rough day so I figured I'd throw you a bone. It's on the table if you can't think of anything decent, though.
[ Guns aren't terribly hard to come by down here. There are weapon shops pretty much everywhere, but that shouldn't be a problem. Might be better for Rufus to be armed no matter what, just in case. ]
This leads to thing number three: how much money do you actually have?
I'm not going to let you keep calling me Junior. You've gotten away with it long enough. If you want to call me something false, then call me…
[He mashes together names in his head. Runs through the Shinra personnel list, tumbles them around like a lotto and spits out the most reasonable amalgamation he can think of.
A mundane name, so he thinks of a mundane man. At least the “R” is shared.] Reeve. [Last name, he needs a last name. Whose last name could he steal that wouldn’t raise eyebrows in an introduction? None that he knows— except for a man that was never given one. Sephiroth. Can’t go by it completely, though, so what about—] Roth. Reeve Roth.
[There, a name. Call him by it if you want to, Alec, but it’s temporary and he’ll not spend hours mulling it over.
He gestures at Alec’s bag. What money he has is in there, though the other man’ll have to dig around in his pants pockets to find it.]
[ Ah, to be a fly on the wall of Rufus' brain to watch that thought process. It doesn't escape Alec's notice that he chooses the name of someone he worked with, but at least the last name is different enough that no one will think twice about it.
Really, all this tells him is Rufus really needs to get out of the office more.
(And now he has.) ]
Well okay, Reeve. [ Ick, that's a little weird. ] Let's just go with R, since you seem to like that letter enough.
Three thousand is probably just enough to get you a halfway decent weapon. Doesn't leave you anything for food and lodgings, though.
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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. ]
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[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?]
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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.
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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?
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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. ]
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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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Alec spots him almost instantly, and it seems he's spotted in turn. ]
I bet you do.
[ It's a good thing the general tone of Rufus' text messages conveyed his mood, so Alec doesn't exactly expect a warm greeting. In return, Alec shoves the messenger bag at Rufus' chest. Inside he will find an array of clothes in Alec's usual style, which is to say as plain as possible. A pair of jeans, t-shirt, jacket, and a ball cap. ]
Get changed first. That outfit is a fucking eyesore. Then, let's you and I take a walk.
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The outfit’s fine.
[But maybe not suited to Wall Market in broad daylight, though he won’t give Alec the satisfaction of agreeing with him.
He slings the bag over his shoulder, casting about for a place to change. Around the corner of the building they’re closest to would do the trick, obscured from passerby’s, and at this point Rufus wants to talk shop more than he cares about propriety. So without another word, he goes ‘round the structure to change.
Minutes later and he’s back, dressed in plain clothing that anyone walking down the street could be seen wearing. It cuts his figure in a different way; no more sleek lines, layers, and
beltscrisp white. This casual, with locks of hair slightly askew from pulling the shirt over his head, he looks almost like a different person.]You couldn’t have brought me something that you bothered to iron?
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[ And they mostly boil down to "what the fuck". Thankfully there's no more arguing to be had, as Rufus ducks into an alley to change. Probably wouldn't be the first time Wall Market has had someone stripping in broad daylight, and most of the locals are too deep into their hangovers to care.
Rufus reappears and Alec has to admit that, though simple, the outfit has the desired effect. If he didn't already know he was looking at Rufus Shinra, he wouldn't know he was looking at Rufus Shinra.
Apparently clothes do make the man. ]
The fuck's an iron?
[ That's a no. ]
So- [ This, as he begins walking, expecting Rufus to follow ] -I gotta know, how hard did daddy cut you off?
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Assets are frozen. Everything I owned is now considered company property, and I’m not allowed on premises. I don’t have a place to stay, and on top of that, I’m sure the Turks will be monitoring me now and again.
[He pushes the bag back into Alec’s hands. Why should he carry it?]
To “check in”.
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Damn. I'd say consider yourself lucky you didn't get whacked for trying to whack your old man, but this is probably a fate worse than death to you, huh?
[ He's really not fond of keeping company with Rufus if Shinra's suits are going to play babysitter now and again. There's a group of people he'd rather not ever cross paths with. ]
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It’s temporary. I don’t plan on staying down here longer than I have to.
[He doesn’t know where Alec is going, but he doesn’t care to wait and find out. Rufus dives right back into the reason why he contacted him.]
But in order to do that, I need to means to make it reality. You know people; I want those same connections.
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Just what are you thinking is gonna happen here? I hook you up and you're back topside in time for dinner? It's not gonna be that easy.
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[He’s angry, but he’s not stupid. He knows the system, and how difficult it is for those stuck on the lower rung of the social ladder to claw their way back up. Most don’t make it out — was never really a concern of his until now, until he found himself in a situation where he couldn’t be where he wanted.
A man tries to hawk something edible their way — Best buns in town! — but Rufus acts like he isn’t there, passing by with a chilled expression.]
But if you’re going to tell me that you can’t the make process any easier for me, I’m going to have to call you a liar, Brennan.
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Alright, sure, I've got resources, but they don't come cheap and a great deal of them are not about to do any favors for the crown prince of Shinra. You're going to have to work for it.
Do you know what that is? Work?
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And what is it you think I do all day? Sit and count the gil as it rolls in?
[Every day, he works. Every day is strategizing, management, sitting through board meetings and presentations. Rufus Shinra is hands on and always “on”, his mind steeped in ambition and his body adjusted to four-hours-of-sleep nights. Those who’d care to point it out might label him a workaholic, but there aren’t many who see this as a fault. Only a bright future for Shinra with someone so stalwart at the helm.
Alec acts like he knows him, but he doesn’t, to say that after he’d put together a plan to see his father dead, only to watch it fall to pieces in less than an hour. How much work went straight down the drain.]
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[ Alec is perhaps being a bit unfair, but he doesn't like Rufus, and he especially doesn't like the things that come tied to the man's last name. Alec dislikes authority, and he dislikes authority even more when there is a clear imbalance in power.
He's spent his life undermining people like Rufus, and Alec isn't so sure he wants to send him back up to his ivory tower without having learned something first. ]
Fine, you want to get somewhere in the slums, you need to start from the ground up. Build a little trust, and it'll only grease the wheels going forward.
[ That's right Rufus, it's sidequest time. ]
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The remark about rolling in money is thoroughly ignored. He’ll have to do a lot of that — ignoring — to get Alec to say anything helpful, he thinks.]
I’ll do what it takes. Even if I have to play the part of desperate grounder.
[Given the unwavering way he says it, his determination has only been stoked by his father’s punishment.]
I’m guessing you know where to start, too.
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Buddy, I hate to break it to you, but starting now, you are a desperate grounder.
[ If an extremely determined one. He can find a lot of faults with Rufus, some imagined, some real, but he certainly can't fault his drive. The guy was willing to kill his own father to get to the top. ]
I might have an idea or two, but first a couple of things: One, how good are you in a fight? And two, you better come up with an alias before I come up with one for you.
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I'm only dressed like one.
[Your clothes! Are wrinkly!! Alec!!
But even so, Rufus clicks his tongue at the set of questions.]
I'm not bad in a fight. No SOLDIER, but a good shot with a gun if you can find one for me. [Because he assumes that Alec's asking for a reason, and that reason would indeed require a bit of fighting and/or violence. This means the situation would be far more advantageous if he could have some manner of firearm holstered against him. As for an alias-]
You mean you're not just going to introduce me to everyone as "Junior", huh?
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I very strongly considered it, but you've had a rough day so I figured I'd throw you a bone. It's on the table if you can't think of anything decent, though.
[ Guns aren't terribly hard to come by down here. There are weapon shops pretty much everywhere, but that shouldn't be a problem. Might be better for Rufus to be armed no matter what, just in case. ]
This leads to thing number three: how much money do you actually have?
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I'm not going to let you keep calling me Junior. You've gotten away with it long enough. If you want to call me something false, then call me…
[He mashes together names in his head. Runs through the Shinra personnel list, tumbles them around like a lotto and spits out the most reasonable amalgamation he can think of.
A mundane name, so he thinks of a mundane man. At least the “R” is shared.] Reeve. [Last name, he needs a last name. Whose last name could he steal that wouldn’t raise eyebrows in an introduction? None that he knows— except for a man that was never given one. Sephiroth. Can’t go by it completely, though, so what about—] Roth. Reeve Roth.
[There, a name. Call him by it if you want to, Alec, but it’s temporary and he’ll not spend hours mulling it over.
He gestures at Alec’s bag. What money he has is in there, though the other man’ll have to dig around in his pants pockets to find it.]
Loose change, at best. About three thousand.
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Really, all this tells him is Rufus really needs to get out of the office more.
(And now he has.) ]
Well okay, Reeve. [ Ick, that's a little weird. ] Let's just go with R, since you seem to like that letter enough.
Three thousand is probably just enough to get you a halfway decent weapon. Doesn't leave you anything for food and lodgings, though.
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[#sassy, but he continues.]
What about all that money I gave you for the job?
[All that money that used to be his, you know. Do you feel that pull of expectation and obligation, Alec?]
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He does indeed feel that pull of expectation, and he doesn't like it at all. ]
You mean my money? My money that I am in no way obligated to share with you? That money?
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dusts this off...no obligation to continue if you don't wanna!
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