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[The message that plays when you receive Rufus Barma's inbox is simple, curt, and almost annoyed to have to do this.]

Be succinct.

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[Even knowing who he had just spoken with today... he wasn't expecting that face. It is Oz's face, staring down the video feed with some years of age tacked onto it. While Oswald would be a future 'ally,' a moment he had decided to see if he could turn to his favor by revealing himself... this man was dangerous.

Nothing but dangerous.

The video on Jack's end doesn't open. Another text message follows through.]

Arthur Barma was many things, but not much of any of them. Formality I wouldst have assumed by virtue of station.

[jack doesn't look unfazed when rufus practically admits who he is; in fact, he just gets more cheery.]

As expected from Dodo's contractor, milord, that you would not show your face. I suppose you have red hair too, I guess, and goodness, Arthur was a pleasant man, don't say that.

[There was little point in pretending from the start. If he knew enough to get in contact, he had already known it was not Arthur Oswald had met. Rufus was never fond of wasting his own time.

The sudden cheerfulness does grate down his nerves.]

I imagine thou hast a point to this correspondence.

[if there's one thing nobody knows about jack vessalius (save for oswald) is that jack is actually a five-year-old. a very obnoxious five-year-old. oswald should be proud jack hasn't used oz to paint the town red with rufus.]

I just wanted to confirm it before you snatch Oswald off and you two start fawning over birds. [his eyes widen as if catching himself,] Erm, milord. [and then he ducks his head. he talks a lot.] I think it's a sort of thing when you have a contract with one of the birds. Oh, uh, I'm Jack. Vessalius. I knew Arthur and Miranda...?

[The reply this time, takes a while. Not even touching the tablet's keyboard, he simply watches the man's movements and expressions as the second draw out. It's an interesting choice of masks to him... and so very foreign from Oz' natural cheekiness.]

Tis a rare pleasure for mineself to meet one of such deep acquaintance, I am sure.

Mine apologies, sir. I can hardly believe of it mineself, to be exchanging words with the great hero.

Please don't call me that, I'm not a hero at all. I just had to make hard decisions- just Jack would be fine.

[Well, well. Barma smiles, a bit unkindly, at the screen as the video feed cuts out to swap to text. A nice touch.

A convincing, simple show of emotion from a man forced to do the right thing in the worst of times. How fitting.

His next text is simple:]

Jack, then. May you find all of your just rewards.

[A simple platitude for a goodbye, and Barma idly shifted between programs on the strange device, thinking over his own words and picking them apart for what was given and what was kept. Honestly, any other time, any other situation, it might have actually been fun.

This man who made a fool of the country and worse, Barma himself, ... he'd probably do best to avoid for now.]

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video rufus are you really sure you should be doing this

Text NO ONE IN PH MAKES GOOD DECISIONS /NO ONE/

video; this is true, very true

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