[He looks exhausted honestly. He should not have had that single cigarette before because that's now what he thinks about every time they have a wild ass happening in this hellhole.]
He pulls Cloud along with him for a bit, like he thinks Cloud wouldn't have in the first place, but then lets go so they can walk shoulder to shoulder. He's scouting the walls and stuff for a particular painting he can use.]
I'm guessing the meeting we throw together tomorrow is going to maybe be a shitshow.
[ dry. he's ignoring the paintings himself so he doesn't find anything he recognizes because he is not here for that, so jason gets his full attention!!! worse ]
If it's the same as it was for me, Yoo Jonghyuk will have remembered who did it, and the two shadows will be back to themselves. Hopefully it doesn't start another fight.
[Cloud's not WRONG. Also stop giving him full attention.]
Shit. [A sigh.] Maybe I can get Yoo to come with me to do a door while the rest of you talk. [His lips thin a bit.] I don't know for sure, but... I think it might have been Yuri. Lup was pretty messed up even though I'm sure the shadows don't care. Sheila and Molly have already had their turn. That leaves Harrow and Yuri, and Yuri undoubtedly knows how to use a sword.
...I saw Lup with the Sex for Dummies book, so their group had it.
His sword was damaged. [ jason may remember cloud was the one. checking weapons, when he turns back to look at him evenly ] He said it happened with Tsurumaru. Tsurumaru talked around it.
[ there's other reasons, but. cloud was pretty sure right then wooooooops ]
[He says "ow" under his breath, but it didn't hurt.]
Maybe if I wasn't fed up with giving Nightman and whatever the hell else skeleton some kind of shitty entertainment, sure.
[He bumps Cloud with the back of his hand and points across to a portrait on the other wall, mostly because he's going to have to veer into Cloud to turn them over toward it.]
[They can wander together over to the painting. It really doesn’t look like too much. It’s—an alley? Dark, dank-looking. Trash and trash cans. The buildings are brick and old, clung to by fire escapes.
Sitting in the shadows off to the side is something that be dry nearly seems invisible because of its color. Gleaming. Jason is already focused, so it doesn’t even take very long for the shadows to start stretching out to take them.]
[The atmosphere that greets Cloud is not unlike Midgar. It feels like a city, choked and cramped, but full of life no matter where you turn. Sirens and cars can be heard in the far distance. Nearby: voices, a radio or TV through an open window, a dog barking.
Sitting in the alleyway, propped up on a kickstand is a motorcycle which Jason has already headed toward. He takes one handlebar, but glances back at Cloud with a bit of a smirk.]
[ he's going over to look at it looking the closest cloud gets to kind of excited. he loves this gamer motorcycle and he is looking at it all over, trailing his hand over the metal. ]
[He surprisingly doesn’t sound mean when he asks,] You ever driven one before? [So that’s new.
The bike is mostly glossy, but some of the pieces have been wrapped in a matte finish. It’s clean, babied. Well taken care of. The shape here and there is a little different. The tires have a bit more traction to them. The front between the handlebars actually has a small digital screen display. The engine tucked away in the belly glistens with a strange coat of something around it.]
Wouldn't ask if I hadn't. [ jason isn't teasing so cloud answers it simply. he's looking over the motorcycle's every nook and cranny, so he gets to the belly and looks at the coat curiously ] What's on the engine?
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week 6, saturday
That could've gone worse.
[ like, it could've gone better, but, ]
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A lot worse. You good?
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[ he looks fine except for how he's frowning in concern at jason. hm. ]
... You still owe me Gotham, you know.
[ it's saturday it's maybe not the best day for it but. ]
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...
When he looks back, he reaches out to get Cloud by the arm.]
Come on then.
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he lets his arm be grabbed and follows ]
Don't have to drag me, I asked. [ he says like he is doing any move to take his arm back ]
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He pulls Cloud along with him for a bit, like he thinks Cloud wouldn't have in the first place, but then lets go so they can walk shoulder to shoulder. He's scouting the walls and stuff for a particular painting he can use.]
I'm guessing the meeting we throw together tomorrow is going to maybe be a shitshow.
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[ dry. he's ignoring the paintings himself so he doesn't find anything he recognizes because he is not here for that, so jason gets his full attention!!! worse ]
If it's the same as it was for me, Yoo Jonghyuk will have remembered who did it, and the two shadows will be back to themselves. Hopefully it doesn't start another fight.
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Shit. [A sigh.] Maybe I can get Yoo to come with me to do a door while the rest of you talk. [His lips thin a bit.] I don't know for sure, but... I think it might have been Yuri. Lup was pretty messed up even though I'm sure the shadows don't care. Sheila and Molly have already had their turn. That leaves Harrow and Yuri, and Yuri undoubtedly knows how to use a sword.
...I saw Lup with the Sex for Dummies book, so their group had it.
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No idea for Marie, we'll see tomorrow, but for Yoo, it was Mikazuki. [ he sounds a little hesitant ]
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Why? He wouldn't take his clothes off? The flowers? Tomorrow really will be a shitshow. Maybe we should post-pone it.
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[ there's other reasons, but. cloud was pretty sure right then wooooooops ]
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[He does not sound offended or mad when he says this as, like, someone who made no attempt to bring up the Dummies book regardless. Teasing.]
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Maybe if we'd honed in on someone innocent. He wouldn't have forgiven himself for that.
[ buuuut they didn't sooo ]
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[He's still teasing really.]
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Probably him, for a lot of people. [ he peers around jason to look at portraits briefly before looking back up at him ] Stop pretend interrogating me.
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[He will not stop.] Damn, I can't interrogate the man who let one of our killers slip away? Okay. [He's giving Cloud hell.
But he goes back to looking around the hallways for the portrait he wants in particular. He's getting warmer!]
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Next time you can find out the killer for yourself alongside everyone else, jackass. [ there won't be a next time. it's fine. ]
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Maybe if I wasn't fed up with giving Nightman and whatever the hell else skeleton some kind of shitty entertainment, sure.
[He bumps Cloud with the back of his hand and points across to a portrait on the other wall, mostly because he's going to have to veer into Cloud to turn them over toward it.]
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This one?
[ curious!! ]
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[They can wander together over to the painting. It really doesn’t look like too much. It’s—an alley? Dark, dank-looking. Trash and trash cans. The buildings are brick and old, clung to by fire escapes.
Sitting in the shadows off to the side is something that be dry nearly seems invisible because of its color. Gleaming. Jason is already focused, so it doesn’t even take very long for the shadows to start stretching out to take them.]
You like to ride?
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Ride?
[ yes he does like to ride show him the ride show him ]
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[The atmosphere that greets Cloud is not unlike Midgar. It feels like a city, choked and cramped, but full of life no matter where you turn. Sirens and cars can be heard in the far distance. Nearby: voices, a radio or TV through an open window, a dog barking.
Sitting in the alleyway, propped up on a kickstand is a motorcycle which Jason has already headed toward. He takes one handlebar, but glances back at Cloud with a bit of a smirk.]
Ride.
[Do you like to brr brr go fast, blondie?]
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Depends. Can I drive?
[ he's going over to look at it looking the closest cloud gets to kind of excited. he loves this gamer motorcycle and he is looking at it all over, trailing his hand over the metal. ]
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The bike is mostly glossy, but some of the pieces have been wrapped in a matte finish. It’s clean, babied. Well taken care of. The shape here and there is a little different. The tires have a bit more traction to them. The front between the handlebars actually has a small digital screen display. The engine tucked away in the belly glistens with a strange coat of something around it.]
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