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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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[tergiversant]

Oz.

[It is simple and direct, not referring to him in third person, by 'his' chain or even Child of Vessalius. Direct and far more familiar than Barma seems to ever be.]

Unless thou hast killed every man and woman there and burned it to the ground, they hath had more than two days.

...

We hath a target of attack, then. Erasure of the events or program.

[velveteened]

( he's started into looking up by the direct address, finds himself listening closely to that answer. )

No — 

( there's almost an "of course not," except there was the matter of his own anger, of b rabbit's, at the indignities; the moment of freedom b rabbit had before whatever they did interfered. but it's been months since then and such easy talk of murder, no matter that it isn't unjustified, is sincerely enough to make him recoil. )

I haven't.

( but barma's right, of course, that they've had all this time to work; and he's only saying what oz knows already, and hadn't chrono mentioned something of the sort not long after their rescue and escape to the moon? haven't others? he still doesn't like the idea of such a change to the past, so immediate to all of them and touching closer to tales of illegal contractors, but what else is there to be done?

he swallows and seems to consider saying something but, instead, nods. )

[tergiversant]

[Answered many questions and opened many more about Jack and the peculiar situation here. For now, it was a lesser concern. The still innocent reaction was good enough for now.

His stark and obvious attention drifts away from Oz, as he takes the lazier stance he keeps as a custom.]

I will wish thy best accounting of the details sent to me. Take thy time, even the smallest hath potential.

I will begin mine research in the mean time.

[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.]