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[tergiversant]

[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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[velveteened]

( there's the space of a breath, and then he nods again. )

Alright. ( he exhales a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, then drinks some of the much cooled tea. ) I'm sure you know how to contact me on the tablets by now.

( that's all there is to say, really, so he stands and only then corrects, offhandedly —  )

Four days.

[tergiversant]

[He raises an eyebrow, but accepts the correction.]

An impressive feat of theirs.

I do wonder if their means of suppression could be grasped.

[velveteened]

( that is not at all ominous. )

Ah, ( he says, and it's bright again. ) You should be careful where you say that — you wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea, right?

( and, with that, moves to leave. )

[tergiversant]

[Rufus Barma simply lets him leave, picking up his tablet again.

No, for right now, the wrong idea is precisely the one he needs.


Well. That all went better than he had planned.]