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“Well, Rise stopped being a thing a while ago, so I’m wondering why you’re even bothering.” You’re not going to give him much in terms of answers, but you’ll continue the conversation. In case things get messy, you have Philonune ready for action.
“Gah, you’re not the first person who has told me so. But you know how the song goes: <span class="mu-i">keep believing and the sun will rise again, fortune will shine on you</span>.” He caroled. There’s doubt in the flame user’s voice despite his upbeat beliefs.
“Never heard of that one.” You trample all over his act.
“I enjoy unsung acts and heroes.” The delivery man shrugs. He knows this song is fairly obscure. “Give it a listen, friend. How can you feed your soul without some delightful beats? How else are you going to feed your <span class="mu-i">flame</span>?” There’s something funky about the way he said that last word.
“Like my <span class="mu-i">spirit</span>?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Yeah, the one within…” He looks at his flame floating around. He’s not doing a metaphorical speech.
“That’s all then?” You’re not sure if he actually clarified anything.
“Are you some kind of psycho? Does anyone need a reason to look for their friends?” The delivery man chuckles to his heart’s content. This guy seems to have forgotten what kind of person his friend is if he’s using <span class="mu-i">psycho</span> as an insult…
“Point taken. She didn’t seem like the type of person who <span class="mu-i">actually</span> had any friends. But what do I know?” You scratch the back of your head.
“Buddy, I know you know a whole lot. I know you’re testing the waters, you’re some kind of rookie who isn’t sure if this is a good idea or not, but let’s drop pretenses.” The Delivery boy adjusts his cap one last time. “If you wanna sell me some info about her whereabouts, I’m listening. I’ll do work for you if you have any. And if you have anything on Dorothy Villiers, that’d be pristine too.”
The person inside the truck got tired of making a ruckus, all that’s left are whimpers…
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>“Rise is gone and you should stop looking for her. That’s all I have to say.” Keep it simple.
>“Let’s pretend I want to sell you information. Why would I trust you when you clearly kidnapped someone?” Point at the truck.
>“Tell me who you are, what your deal is, and answer my questions. I want to make sure you’re trustworthy before I give you a snippet.” Make a hard bargain.
>“I’m not interested in selling information. All I care about is knowing if you’re dangerous or not.” Be honest to a fault.
>“Woah, buddy, aren’t we jumping the gun here? What makes you think I know anything?” Play dumb.
>Write In.
