[Day 1, close to midnight] All that glitters...

[diamond_edged]

Who: Rufus. Potentially the Turks? Completely open.
Where: Arcadia, Central City
What: Under the cover of night, the vanguard arrives.
Rating: To be advised! G for starters.
Warnings: Nup.

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[sunglasses_turk]

Rude blinked as his inquiry was patently ignored by his Prince, and could only watch in mild surprise as Rufus spoke to Elena in strained, angry tones, and made moves to simply walk away. Tseng's words cought the large man's attention once more, and he smiled feintly at their grudging rue. Rude dropped his voice in his turn, and gave a nearly imperceptible shrug. "We're all under a lot of stress." Some more than others, apparently

Ideas danced in Rude's mind of how, exactly, to be sure of everyone's verity, and not mere verisimilitude. Though Elena was acting her usual self, Rufus and Tseng were assuredly and pointedly not. Rude couldn't remember the last time Tseng's anger had gotten the best of him, and Rufus was never one to let himself be put into a vulnurable positon willingly, nevermind flinging himself headlong into one for no apparent reason.

Even towards himself Rude turned a skeptical eye. After all, if he was a simulacrum of Rude, with all of his old memories, or even mere implanted ones, how could he know the difference? Medical scans might prove useful, to an extent, but their use would point to obvious doubt on Rude's part, and if they were clones, medscans would prove useless. One after another, possibilities winked in and out of existance like mental fireflies, each dismissed when their use was proven premature.

This was all too easy for words.

The door swinging open indicated quite clearly that whatever he and Tseng were going to be doing, they'd better start doing it soon. Throwing his thumb over his shoulder at the apartment building, Rude let a note of dry humor enter his voice. "Besides, this is YOUR apartment building; you can hardly be blamed for going home after being dismissed."