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WHO: Roland (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gradenine) & some of you guys
WHAT: July catchall + event
WHERE: Vaults, then some formalwear shop (get in losers we're going shopping)
WHEN: The rest of July
WARNINGS: Major Ruina and Leviathan spoilers in the first prompt. Death, murder, the usual Project Moon warnings apply, probably. Please refer to his opt-out for more info.
art credit | plotting comment | event log
hmu if you want a starter!
gradenine) & some of you guysWHAT: July catchall + event
WHERE: Vaults, then some formalwear shop (get in losers we're going shopping)
WHEN: The rest of July
WARNINGS: Major Ruina and Leviathan spoilers in the first prompt. Death, murder, the usual Project Moon warnings apply, probably. Please refer to his opt-out for more info.
art credit | plotting comment | event log
hmu if you want a starter!
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Good on Roland for taking things in stride though, even if the fact that he can so easily is, well, as stated before, extremely depressing. But if he wants to move on then the least Welt can do is respect his wishes and follow right along.
He's seen worse in his 80-some odd years of life, you good Roland. ]
Welt Yang. [ If that sounds familiar, it's because he's one of the handful of losers who only knows how to set his display name as his real name. When will someone teach him about internet safety. ] I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you but...
[ Well. That would be a bald-faced lie. MORE IMPORTANTLY! ]
A 'fixer'?
[ How obvious is that capitalization there.... ]
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and - yeah, if only they'd met in better circumstances. technically roland had already met yang over the network, but it was behind a mask of anonymity so it doesn't really count. maybe. he rubs at his red eyes, grateful for this topic change. ]
Yeah. A mercenary. We "fix" whatever the client wants for a price. I'm Grade 9 though, so don't expect too much from me. [ hence the "washed-up" part. ] And being a Fixer means your life is always gonna be on the line, so...
[ gestures at the high mortality rate. really, these things are normalized in his field of work. ]
Like I said, that doesn't matter here. Jobs like that are rendered useless when this City can just give you whatever you want. Right?
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Truth be told, while he understands the individual words - Fixer, Grade 9 - rattled off, in conjunction with each other they turn into something closer to a foreign language, evoking blurry images that don't fully click into place. It's fascinating in its own way though, his inherent love of history and culture poking its head foward despite the gravity of the situation.
If only he'd had the chance to pursue that path more thoroughly in the past. Ah well. ]
It doesn't seem like much matters here apart from following the arbitrary rules set up in this place.
[ He murmurs it mostly to himself, a frown on his face. Anyway. ]
Did you choose that career path for yourself? Most people with families usually opt for safer, more low stakes jobs.
[ Is the pay that good.... ]
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[ all he can manage is a sheepish laugh. at least he feels marginally better now that he can laugh about it. ]
Can't really afford it. I live in the poorer side of our District, and becoming a Fixer's the most lucrative job there is. We did plan on retiring for a while, though.
[ he got the money in the bag, can you believe it. but then shit happened so now he's back to square one u_u before he can elaborate though, the heavy vault doors open with a resounding creak; seems like someone else had finished their sharing session and has open sesame'd them to freedom. ]
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At least Roland is spared from further personal questions by that low groan of the door opening. Finally, they're both (physically) free from the shenanigans piled onto them by the bank. (But are they free from the many ghosts that haunt them at night....probably not.)
Welt looks towards the door, then to Roland. He's not going to keep this man here any longer than necessary but: ]
Are you going to be alright?
[ To stumble off home or to some other place where he can pretend like nothing ever happened. ]
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...Yeah. I'm used to it. That's that and this is this, y'know?
[ he sounds fine, he looks fine despite the puffy eyes from all the crying, despite the hollow pit forming in the bottom of his stomach. no use dwelling too deep over stuff that had already happened. ]
please don't ask why i wrote my top level in this comment box, i'm in tears
Well, Roland's a grown man capable of taking care of himself, and it's not as though Welt has that much to offer after stumbling his way into another man's very private moments. The least he can do is give this man a nice graceful out. ]
If you're certain.
[ He still sounds WORRIED because that's just how he is, but thankfully he doesn't make any further move to keep Roland in the vault. ]
Take care, then.
[ Please don't go stumbling into any other trauma while you're out there.... ]