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[grandsparks]

Hey. My name's Rude. I'm looking for work.

[ It might have taken a couple of beers to muster the courage to post to the network, if the level 3 bar scene behind him is any indication. There's the steam and hiss of frying noodles, the glow of signs advertising other brands of alcohol, and a low murmur of general conversation. The bar he walked into might not be inside the red light district proper, but you wouldn't have to walk far to reach it.

What can he say? It feels a lot more like home. ]

Got a few practical skills. I can fix things. Move things. Done a lot of work guarding things. And people.

[ God, this is hard. How do you sell yourself without revealing that you worked for the evil megacorp? How do you even talk to a camera without hating every moment of it? He pauses to swig a mouthful of beer. ]

...doesn't have to be permanent. One-offs are fine, if someone needs help with something quick. I can, uh...generate chroma too. If needed. [ He pauses, searching for words. ] Oh - I can operate a helicopter too, if that's useful.

...again, it's Rude. [ Another pause, another drink. ] And before you ask, yeah. I've heard the joke before.

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[grandsparks]

...

[ He presses a gloved hand to his face, massaging the bridge of his nose. The motion pushes up his glasses, revealing his eyes scrunched shut.

It's terrible. ]

That's...an option.

[schmisse]

What? You're the one who asked!

[ She's a little hurt. She thought it was a good line?! ]

[grandsparks]

Don't think I could pull that off. That's all.

[ He might do the whole tall, dark and handsome bit, but his terrible secret...he's a total dork. ]

[schmisse]

Why not?

[ ... Wait, okay— ]

Nevermind. I don't think I could ever say anything like that seriously, either.

[grandsparks]

It's still impressive. Coming up with something like that on the spot.

Lot more creativity than me.

[schmisse]

I'm sorry if I can't make any suggestions for work, though. I'm sure other people can, at least.

[grandsparks]

That's all right. Appreciate the help anyway.

What do you do for work here?

[schmisse]

I'm a Moon Knight. I also sing and act.

[ A lot. ]

[grandsparks]

...you're a Moon Knight?

[ A briefly confused expression crossed his face. ]

You look a little too...glamorous for that - no offence.

[schmisse]

Do Moon Knights have to look rogue and dirty, or something?

[ Please tell her, Rude. ]

[grandsparks]

No, but...

[ God, he's making it awkward. Sorry, Weiss, there are no FF7 men who can communciate properly. ]

Just assumed they'd all be bigger. Not the elegant princess type.

[schmisse]

[ Rufus Shinra miscommunicates on purpose, too. Goddamn. ]

Then you should learn not to judge a book by its cover. I bet I could guard more things than you.

[ WEISS NO ]

[grandsparks]

You think?

[ He sets the device down, leans back on his stool, and folds his arms. ]

What have you done so far?

[schmisse]

Here, or back home?

[ She'll list them down in order for you, Rude. ]

[grandsparks]

Whichever's more impressive.

[ Do it, COWARD. Why he's getting competitive over this, of all things, is a mystery...maybe his professionalism is one of the few things he actually gives a shit about. ]

[schmisse]

I helped protect my school from Grimm and people who wanted to threaten everyone's safety. I even helped protect another school after that.

Amongst other things.

[ She's got a lot of achievements for her age, she thinks!! ]

[grandsparks]

Hm. Not bad. No casualties?

[ He has the decency to sound a little impressed. Schools are big places, with lots of people. If she did that, it's pretty good.

Although... ]

What are Grimm?

[schmisse]

Oh, well... [ So much for that moxie. It's disappeared when casualties are mentioned, but she won't hide from the truth, either. ] One.

[ A pause, and she looks away from the camera. ]

Grimm are monsters attracted to negative emotions. They feed on life and destroy what they can.

[grandsparks]

...could have been a lot worse.

[ It's meant in a consoling way, as awkward as he is about that. Rude's got enough experience in this business to know that the loss of one can be so much worse than the loss of many. ]

Never heard of those before. Sounds like a hell of a foe. [ And to try and steer the conversation away from depressing town: ] How do you fight?

[schmisse]

Me, specifically? I have a multi-action Dust rapier called Myrtenaster. While it's not a weapon I built myself, it's still one of its kind in all of Remnant.

[ 😔 sorry, if it's about Dust or her weapon, she will 100% brag about it. ]

[grandsparks]

[ Once again, he understands about half of those words. Fancy sword, is the uptake! ]

Impressive. Got, uh...Myrtle-toaster here with you?

[schmisse]

Myrtenaster.

[ ... Rude, please. Weiss will correct you on this every single time. ]

And yes, I have my sword with me here. Why?

[grandsparks]

Just curious to see it. Sounds like an interesting weapon.

[ He lifts up his hands, having first set down his glass. It's just a regular old pair of black leather gloves, though they do look finely tailored and very well cared for. ]

I only use these.

[schmisse]

Oh... you're one of them.

[ Now she imagines Rude to be the kind of guy who just punches anyone he's annoyed with. ]

[grandsparks]

...what? Fist-fighters?

[ He cocks his head at the camera with a light frown. That is slander, young lady...he only does that occasionally. ]