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[wrathfulkhan]

"Leave a message. I'll get back to you."

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[royalguard_style]

[Someone is knocking on Gene's door. It's probably not Dante, since he doesn't knock. But someone with white hair and a trenchcoat is knocking on his door with one hand, and holding a peace offering of food in the other. But it can't be Dante, because that's just out of character.]

[wrathfulkhan]

[Gene opens the door, and narrows his eyes when he sees who it is.]

Dante.

[royalguard_style]

[No, I told you it wasn't Dante. >:Y ]

Hey there. Just the person I wanted to see. How are things going?

[Dante is overacting more than usual, which means he wants something.]

[wrathfulkhan]

[Sorry. "NOT-Dante."

Gene is, of course, immediately suspicious, because he wasn't just born yesterday in the back of a turnip truck, which he then fell off of. Er. Didn't. Because he wasn't.

Literally nobody is this gullible, Dante, is what I'm saying.]

What of mine have you set on fire?

[royalguard_style]

[Well, he tried.]

Hey, if I set something of yours on fire, I'd be inviting you to watch it burn, not standing here kissing your ass, buddy.

[And the truth comes out.]

I just wanted to apologize for what happened the other day. That, and ask you a few questions.

[ironwood]

Following the path of orange soil toward the sunlit clouds, come to the red embers lighting the sapphire tides. The violet ore feeds the roots of the viridian trees. Breathe deep to find the pause within your core, and meditate upon your needs in the appointed time and place so they may be real to you.

audio; private

[highprofilerichkid]

Tony needs to break the news to Gene that Howard is here, so before giving his dad the grand tour of the city, Tony sends a private audio message to Gene over the handset.

"Hey, Gene, I need to talk to you. Pick up if you're there."

audio; private

[wrathfulkhan]

Gene picks up.

"Yeah, go ahead, I'm here."

audio; private

[highprofilerichkid]

"Hey. Uh. Where are you right now?"

audio; private

[wrathfulkhan]

"The Hotel."

He pauses, a little suspicious. "Why?"

radio;

[skeletonenigma]

Gene, are you there?

radio;

[wrathfulkhan]

I'm here. What's up?

radio;

[skeletonenigma]

Is anyone there with you?

radio;

[wrathfulkhan]

No, I'm alone. Tony's out.

radio; backdated August-ish

[insertdadjoke]

Thank you. I'll owe you a favor.

radio;

[wrathfulkhan]

It wasn't any trouble.

Are you feeling better now?

radio;

[insertdadjoke]

Much. It was just a lapse.

[ Not common. At least, not that he's aware of. Who knows what his blackouts are, but he hasn't had one in a while... ]

radio;

[wrathfulkhan]

[Gene understands catastrophic lapses more than he'd ever admit. Ask Bakuraa sometime.]

Good, I'm glad. Those can be rather inconvenient.

[lasergrenades]

[On November 4th, Gene will have an envelope slipped under left on the table for him. It contains this:]

[veinediron]

Good afternoon, Mr. Khan. I don't believe we've had the chance to speak personally yet. [Wry smile.] Are you still working at Jade Dojo?

[ironthorns]

Hello, this is Kyde, from the college. I know you work with Stark Industries and I was wondering if you’d be alright answering a few questions?

Text | May 13th

[redlightgreenlight]

I have a confession to make

text;

[wrathfulkhan]

Oh?

Re: text;

[redlightgreenlight]

My suspension from the KPD is a ruse. Eliyen and I are trying to draw out the cultists by making them think that they have room to make a play.

text;

[wrathfulkhan]

Oh.

[Rrrrright out of the Khan playbook. Nice. He's a little annoyed that he hadn't figured it out on his own, but then, he'd had a lot on his mind.

Still no excuse, though.]