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Who: Alastair Stara and YOU
What: Sitting on the roof and being introspective! HOW EXCITING.
When: Day 189
Where: On a roof somewhere in the Sigyn district.
Rating: Oh, G probably. I'll make a note if it gets scandalous somehow.

[Alastair is not terribly accustomed to heights. He's climbed trees before, but the idea of running across rooftops as a way to travel quickly and easily completely escapes him. But he was told that this is what he must learn, so he might as well get used to it.

Alastair has made his way up to the roof of a building in the Sigyn district. He didn't climb up there, he's not that good yet. No, instead he found a building with roof access and did the sensible thing and climbed the stairs.

So now here he is, sitting on the edge of the roof and looking around the city.

This really doesn't seem like a safe thing to do.

Who came up with this idea anyway?

He sighs.]

What am I even doing?

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[Okay, time to cut the vague, "ally" crap and get to it.]

So how do your friends feel about the leadership here?

[Huh. Can he even call the Assassins friends? Well he probably should, at least in this instance, since he's thrown his lot in with them.

Still. Talking about them either as friends or allies would be talking about them, and he wasn't supposed to do that.]

I wouldn't say I have a lot at the moment, but they're... unimpressed with how things have been handled.

[Awfully diplomatic. He's got a feeling it won't satisfy Pyro.

He's not entirely sure he cares if it does or not.]

Do they take the gods at their word? [There's open scorn in his voice. It's obvious how he feels about the issue.]

No, and neither do I.

[Blindly trusting kidnappers is stupid, no matter how you look at it.]

Then you've got nothing to worry about, do you? They'd support a change as much as you or I would.

Actually, I'd be pretty worried if the change was into something a lot worse than what's going on now.

Are you scared of anarchy, Alastair?

[The hand with the lighter comes back to life; once a wordless threat, it's little more than a tic here, now that all threat has been drained from it.]

[Alastair gives Pyro a level stare.]

I've lived in anarchy.

So have I. And it was a lot better than being collared.

[Wow.

Wow.

Okay to be fair this kid has no idea what Alastair's seen and lived through but that just makes his blood run cold. He's starting to wonder if the man who killed his family and destroyed his country was anything like this.

He can feel his anger rising, but his voice stays remarkably calm.]

It's a matter of opinion.

Alright. [He backs down a little, shrugs casually.] Who says we even stay? I don't know about you, but I have some unfinished business at home that I don't feel like putting off.

[He's quiet for a moment, looking out at the city, needing to calm down a tad. He glances back to Pyro, then back out at the city again.]

So do I.

I've got a plan right now, but I have a feeling it's too easy. Plus I'm working with a fucking lunatic, so who knows how stable it is.

[He stares down into the lighter's little flame, his brow furrowing.]

Better to find out just what can kill these gods and take enough down to show the other ones we're not as trapped as they think.

[Alastair glances at Pyro again. Sorry, but to him it sounds like the pot calling the kettle black, okay. But he's not going to say that.]

Ambitious of you.

You think so? One of them killed himself. He handed their biggest weakness right to us. All that's left to do is find out the others.

[There's a distinctly bloodthirsty look in his eyes. As far as he's concerned, they're worse than humans - being killed outright is better than being turned into a toy. His only regret is that one of them will probably have to be left alive to restore them and send them home.]

[Alastair sees that look, and he hears that tone of voice. Common sense says he should get out now, avoid this particular acquaintance all together. However they should go about fighting to get home, Alastair sincerely doubts it should involve trying to kill the gods.

Still, he keeps his voice level, and his doubts as to Pyro's sanity to himself.]

You say that like it'll be easy.

I don't give up just because something won't be easy. I'd be dead by now if I did.

[Alastair considers Pyro. Determination is admirable, but this is some real insane determination right here.]

Good luck.

[He's not going to help you.]

[Try living on the streets of New York City as a mutant just barely into your teens. You'll learn a thing or two about determination.

He arches his eyebrows, then pockets his lighter and turns away with a haughty glance over his shoulder.]

I really thought you might be worth something, too.

[He reaches the edge of the roof and lowers himself back down onto the fire escape, each clanking footstep on the ladder ringing loudly through the night air.]

[Wow.

What an asshole.

Alastair watches him go and is not sorry at all.

"Thought you might be worth something."

What a jerk.]

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