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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[headjacked]

Slowly and steadily. Balance too!

[ Chipper! Perhaps too much so! Overcompensating, what is that?? ]

You're still with Tifa, then? And... D... Duster?

[devoutish]

Duster, yeah. In a house with a couple others, two. That's five total, us and them - wouldn't have been my choice, what with the anomaly attacks.

[headjacked]

Well... yeah, but as long as it's good company, it's almost worth it.

... ...is it good company?

[devoutish]

Dr. House, and Ecks. Don't mind her much, other than the crowd she adds. But House is a troublemaker.

[headjacked]

[ A pause.

And once it's over, Rhys' voice has lost all of its chipper qualities. ]

Greg.

'Troublemaker' doesn't even begin to cover it.

[devoutish]

Yeah, Greg.

[Thanks for that bit of information, Rhys; he appreciates it.]

The man makes a point of alienating everyone.

[headjacked]

Alienating, blackmailing, forcing surgery, murdering innocent children.

...okay, robot children, b-but still.

[devoutish]

[Alfie just... does not get the robot thing, so he doesn't comment on that specifically.]

Yeah, mate. Seems everybody I talk to has got a story.

We did have a bit of a situation earlier, here.

[headjacked]

[ That surprises him... not at all. ]

What kind of situation?

[devoutish]

The kind that ended with him cowering on the floor.

[Don't think this is a good thing, Rhys. Alfie is a horrible person.]

[headjacked]

Cowering.

[ It's not like he was hurt, then. So that's okay. Although Greg deserves a punch or five to the face most days, so it sounds like he got off easy. ]

Maybe he'll learn to stop picking fights with everyone he comes across. Maybe all the snow will melt and we'll get a beach party. I'd say those two things are equally likely.

[devoutish]

No. He was back to it once I allowed him to stand up again.

[headjacked]

Yep, that's Greg.

What an asshole, am I right?

[devoutish]

He's been murdered a lot here, yeah?

[headjacked]

Admittedly, I don't know the specifics of all his deaths. He shows up in the obituaries enough, though.

Even I tr-- I sort of-

[ Hmm. Not a comfortable topic, if the way Rhys trails off is any indication. ]

[devoutish]

Went after him yourself once?

[headjacked]

Not intentionally...! Which, yes, I know sounds... off, but.

[ Deep breath. ]

It's a long, loooong story.

[devoutish]

Not one you wanna tell?

[headjacked]

Most of it is public knowledge anyway. Just... kind of depends how much time and patience you have, uh --

[ Name. Name would be good in this blank. ]

[devoutish]

Alfie Solomons.

I have nothing more to do tonight.

[headjacked]

Alfie.

[ This is the cutest most non-threatening gangster name he has ever heard.

Which probably means he is exceptionally dangerous.

Rhys is quiet again, but like he said, public knowledge. It's better coming from him. ]

...there's a man who lives in my head.

[devoutish]

A real man?

[It says a lot about this place, he thinks, that he's taking that admission in stride.]

[headjacked]

You probably define "real" by flesh and blood and all the oogy bits inside, but I don't, so. Yeah. He's real enough.

[devoutish]

He isn't of your imagination, is what I'm asking here.

[headjacked]

Then y-yeah, he qualifies. Specifics are gonna be difficult to explain, but... he can -- could control parts of me. My arm, usually.

And he's fond of strangling people.