IC Inbox

[noblerise]

If contacting his personal number or via Libra:

"You have reached Jusis Albarea. I'm busy. Leave a message."

If contacting his work number:

"You have reached the office of Jusis Albarea, Esquire. I'm not available at this time, so please leave your name, number, and a brief message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you."

Black Order Inbox and Class VII Group Chat for reference.

Comments

[noblerise]

[There's a long moment of silence, and then Jusis chuckles. A rare thing from him outside of Class VII.]

Had I been in your position, I would wholeheartedly agree.

[He hopes his father chokes on his greed and ambition.]

Perhaps one day I'll have the courage to say as such to their faces. If a bit less politely.

[burntilldawn]

[... You know what? That got a smirk out of Diluc. It took courage in its own right to basically admit you want your father's company to fall. Even if in the most passive of ways.]

Ha, someone has to. Unfortunately, I can only be so blunt given my position. I begin a correspondence with "as per my last email," and the aftermath becomes my entire month.

[noblerise]

[Jusis shakes his head.]

This sounds depressingly familiar.

[Having finished his sandwiches and tea, the blond gives him a nod.]

I fear I must take my leave. Thank you for reaching out to me, and for the pleasant evening. Should you require me for anything else, feel free to call me. I hope you have a good evening.

[And the sneaky bastard "forgets" the cash he's left on the table to cover both his and Diluc's orders as he leaves.]

[burntilldawn]

Of course. I appreciate you hearing me out.

[He did promise he wouldn't keep Jusis for long. And he got what he needed to get done. Gauging the kind of man Jusis was and parsing how close he was to Kreuzen.

Only time would tell if he's worthy of trust.

... But seeing the stealthily left cash on the table.]

Heh. [Sneaky bastard. Alright, Albarea. If it's games you want to play, he knew them well. Diluc will remember this.]