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Shit. Zoey did her best to hide the blush that began to form on her face. It was a bad time to try her luck at trading cards and purchase countless packs to try to search for a rare holographic version of her favorite little monster.
"Yeah, but like," she moaned. Slowing down was something she didn't like to do unless it was after a long tour or an extensive comeback. "The lyrics are more fun why they are aggressive and fast. Who wants to hear anything about the mundane?"
"And here I thought you might like a challenge~" Rhys cooed playfully, flicking his tablet pen lightly at the girl. "But really. Just don't gamble. Though I do reccommend seeing what you can write about a lady feeding birds."
A brow arched as he leaned forward toward her, squinting at her for a moment. Analyzing, thinking...
"Might be your lucky day to meet a boy. Got anyone in your eye?"
"Then perhaps you could give me a name?" She suggests as she sinks herself onto one of the stools in front of the bar. It wasn't her first time venturing into the slums. She made some of her best deals here and when she came through on her end of whatever bargain made, no one ever questioned why she needed the intel they could provide. The slums had eyes and ears of its own. To be fair, she found it quite amusing down here. When you are stuck in the labs most of your life anything is amusing.
She chuckles the moment he shuts down the use of ShinRa plastic. "Oh, I'm not foolish enough to use that. Cards are traceable, you know?" She quirks a brow. "ShinRa doesn't need to know everywhere I've been." She says with a small smirk.
"Though, why such a grudge with ShinRa? A lot of people working there are just fairly normal people trying to survive, you know." She points out. It was the truth. The lower floors had no idea what went on in the departments above. "I don't think you have to worry about other department heads coming down here; you probably aren't even on their radar."
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"Adam." It isn't his real name, but he's learned not to use his real name when the people above come calling. Rhys isn't on their radar, he hopes, but one can never be too careful when living in the underbelly of debauchery, or whatever people with higher means thought went on.
"Grudge? No grudge at all. We're just trying to survive down here, too, and you have no idea how many cards have been declined because whatever goes on up there has decided that anyone buying anything down here is probably fraud. And, inevitable, they have no way to pay because they 'don't carry gil' and I should 'just start a tab' that they, inevitably, don't come back and pay for..." It's an easy explanation to him, at least, and not an untrue excuse.
"Gil's easier to work with anyway. Reception for running cards is spotty at best when the trains go by." He doesn't look at her, acting as if the drink takes more interest than their conversation; it doesn't. He's made it a billion times.
With lips in a straight, firm, displeased line, Rhys slides the drink across the bar. It was a slow day, and she'd waltzed in after he'd told the usual bartender to fuck off for the day and decided to consider closing up.
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"help. rhys. i'm dying." each word is punctuated by mira sinking a liiiittle closer to the floor. it feels like they've been stuck in the studio for a lifetime, recording and re-recording and mixing and waiting and drinking nothing but lemon water. how can the line between a dream come true and an absolute nightmare be so thin? "we're at least halfway done with my stuff, right?"
"Wonder what the fans would think if we added undead Mira to the mix..." Rhys muses, but he can't say he disagrees. His ears are starting to hurt from being squished under headphones, his hearing aids are starting to protest shrilly, his butt hurts from being perched on a stool, and his back hurts from his terrible posture.
"Yeah, we're close enough for a break. What kind of food're you in the mood for?"

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"Hm." He'd opted for a smoke break behind his building, figuring no one would be likely to interrupt, not that people tended to interrupt anyway. Yet Rhys' luck always seemed to be a rather fickle thing, and he was not at all surprised to witness a demon in an altercation.
At first, he'd minded his own business, figuring that was the best course of action. It was only when the demon--whom he vague recognized as one of the Saja Boys--seemed triumphant that he paid any attention, mostly to ensure that he himself was not swept up in whatever.
Not that his mouth agreed...
"Hope I don't deserve it, then," Rhys replied.
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me tonight: was that a firework or did something blow up...
sad to say that both are equally likely around here.
FF16 verse: Rhys is someone with the gift of insight and foresight.

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Genesis raised his chin. It seemed like a defiant little act β or a pompous one, to look down his nose at the other man. In reality he was doing the exact same thing. Attempting to get a read of the man in front of him.
He gave a slow cant of his head, his long bladed earring catching in the light as he regarded the proprietor. Rhys hadn't asked him for the world. He had a band fall through, Genesis had played a couple times at the Gold Dragonfly, it was only natural he attempted to fill the open slot at such late notice with talent he already knew.
Still, Genesis exhaled a breath at the friendly offer. "... if you cover the cost of the ticket that I won't be able to refund, and provide room and board until Monday, then I will sing like a canary."
Normally he would disappoint his parents for free, but alas, his wallet was suffering. At the very least the planned visit home would have meant food on the table.
It was so simple an ask, and his usual patrons had requested Genesis, frequently asking when he might be back for a shower. The redhead was popular. And when the night's band dropped, well...
How could Rhys not seize the opportunity?
His smile was a wide and warm one as he stood and reached out to clasp Genesis's hands, whether he wanted it or not, in a display of thanks.
"If it makes you feel at all better, you've been requested more times than any other act I've had. It's why I thought of you first when the others dropped. Anything you need is yours, of course."
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Rhys always knew what was best. Or at least according to Zoey. She had been to countless other specialists before. Some that could channel auras. Others could read the future, though it was taking a lot of time for the future to come true.
"Soooo~" Zoey elongated her word until she was practically sustaining a note. As the trained rapper, she was the weakest vocalist in HUNTR/X. "How are the vibes today?"
"Hmmm~" Rhys hummed in response, casting a glance toward the girl. Idly, he tapped the tablet's pen against the screen, not minding too much if it happened to disrupt what he'd been working on; if it was important, he could recreate it.
"Today's vibe is beige. The day's in your hands, but I wouldn't go gamble. You'll lose. Might be a nice day to relax, perhaps put your pen to paper and draw inspiration from the mundane and the boring for once. There's an old lady feeding birds."
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β one war ends, another begins. there is always someone fighting someone somewhere. β
"The human condition." Rhys shrugged, resting his cheek in one hand. A painted nail tapped against his cheekbone, pale eyes regarding the man.
"Why is it you've come to me, then? Are you wanting me to divine something for you? Are you wishing for a message from the holiest ancestors of Rosaria?"
He leaned forward to squint at him.
"Or do you want confirmation that the fire of the Phoenix still burns brightly in your house?"
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β i fear i make you uneasy. β β knowledge is a weapon. arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle. β β go on. show your steel. give me cause to do the same. β β fear is what keeps a man alive in this world of treachery and deceit. β β these woods are not as empty as you think. β β promise me that you will never turn against me. i could not bear that. promise me. β β the only time a man can be brave is when he is afraid. β β if i must die, i will die with an axe in my hand and a curse upon my lips. β β tales are told of you. i hear them everywhere. people fear you. β β go too far down that road,Β andΒ mistrustΒ canΒ poisonΒ you,Β make you sour and fearful. β β you mistake me. that was a command, not an offer. β β sorcery is a sword without a hilt. there is no safe way to grasp it. β β prophecy is like a half-trained mule. it looks like it might be useful, but the moment you trust in it, it kicks you in the head. β β it is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. β β i rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. i tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell. β β they think that this will break my pride, that it will make an end to me, but they are wrong. β β tell me of the things that make you happy, the things that make you giggle, all your sweetest memories. remind me that there is still good in the world. β β one war ends, another begins. there is always someone fighting someone somewhere. β β this is what i was made for. the dance, the sweet steel song, a sword in my hand and a foe before me. β β my enemies have told you i am dead. those tales are false, as you can see. β β not all that a man does is done for gain. β β i know that you believe me weak, frightened, feeble. β β it takes a man to rule. kill the boy, and let the man be born. β β do you mean to spend your whole life running away? β β kingdoms are at hazard here. our lives, our names, our honour. this is no game weβre playing for your amusement. β β however gentle the words, there are always darker motives underneath. i do not trust you. β β a good honest face, but you should smile more. β β my throne is made of burned bones, and it rests on quicksand. β β you are so radiant today i fear to look on you. β β prove yourself more trouble than you are worth, and you can go your own way. β β you need not look so pale, i was only playing with you. β β this is not the day i die, i promise you. β β i wanted you from the first time i saw you. β β was i so blind, orΒ didΒ iΒ closeΒ myΒ eyesΒ willingly, so i would not see the price of power? β β men should not go wandering in this place. β β hold your tongue and do as you are told, or you will soon wish you had. β β you wonβt try. you will obey. β β kneel and live. or go and die. itβs your choice to make. β β are you so blind, or is it that you do not wish to see? β β that is not a place you want to go to. β β i will not go back without doing what i came for, no matter how hopeless it may seem. β β the fairest woman in this worldβ¦i am drunk with the sight of you. β β secrets are worth more than silver and sapphires. β β we have come too far to turn back now. β β what have i done to make you hate me so? β β you meet so few men who value friendship over gold these days. β β it is true, i am a bolder man than most. β β i cannot go home. but i dare not stay here much longer. β β foes and false friends are all around me. β β the fewer folk who will know of this, the better. β β all you have i gave you. remember that. β β will you make me say it twice? go and do as i commanded you. β β love is madness, and lust is poison. β β i feel safe when iβm with you. β β have you no smile for me? am i as fearful as all that? β β why did i ever allow myself to be talked into this farce? β β donβt think i donβt see what youβre doing. β β i will tell you nothing. do me the same favor. β β if i look back i am lost. β β a crown should not sit easy on the head. β β we must show a little trust, you and i. β β trust only your companions, and do your best to avoid attracting notice. β β youβre not going to try to kill me again, i hope. β β if you will forgive me for saying so, you lookβ¦weary. are you sleeping? β β your clothes are stained with blood. take them off. β β every fool loves to hear that heβs important. β β my father used to tell me that a man must know his enemies. β β you are a harmless creature, to be sure. as innocent as a lamb. β β till then, let us drink and dream. β β you will be tempted to betray me. to run or fight or join our foes. iβll not hear you deny it. β β soon enough you may have grave need of me. do not refuse my friendship. β β it is best that no man knows that you are here. β β i kill kings, havenβt you heard? β β should any ill befall you, this world would lose its savor. β β some will look at you and see only another doomed pretender. β β i think life is a jape. yours, mine, everyoneβs. β β i will forgive those wordsβ¦once. but never presume to threaten me again. β β your father would be so proud if he could see you. β β just once you might try to give me an answer that would please me. β β they love me well. none would betray me. β β i have sins enough to answer for; iβll have no part of this one. β β i mean you no harm, you know. β β i do not trust you, but i need you. β β weβll both sleep, and dream of sweeter days. close your eyes. β β since you ask so nicely, how can i deny you? β β no wine is half so intoxicating as your beauty. β β why should i beg for what is owed me? β β a lord may love the men he commands, but he cannot be a friend to them. β β let them try and trouble us, weβll show them what weβre made of. β β a leader should be feared, by friend and foe alike. if men think me cruel, so much the better. β β the enemy of my friend is my enemy. β β a book can be as dangerous as a sword in the right hands. β β i am an old man, grown weary of this world and its treacheries. β β these are desperate days, and like to grow more desperate. β β we need to find shelter before nightfall. β β there are footsteps behind us. we are being followed. β β this is no common fog. it stinks of sorcery. β β i am glad you came to me. it is good to see you again, my friend. β β the man who does nothing also takes a risk. β β the women are the strong ones. β β afraid, are you? i would be if i were you. β β tell me a tale. some tale of valor with a happy ending. β β iβll have a cup of wine as well. to clear my head. β β we may lose our heads, itβs trueβ¦but what if we prevail? β β keep your swords sharp. weβll have us a real fight soon. β β this is going to end badly. β β what are you doing here? how did you get past my guards? β β it is so hard. to be strong. i donβt always know what i should do. β β let us instead speak of love, of dreams and desire. β β you wound me, wandering off like this. have you grown tired of my hospitality so soon? β β with this sword i defend my subjects and destroy those who menace them. β β it is too late for such misgivings. you made your choice. β β in times as confused as these, even men of honor must wonder where their duty lies. β β why? what did i ever do to you? β β we must be certain that we do not choose the losing side. β β dream sweet dreams. there are no monsters here. β β i know who you are. i know what you are. β β a little honest loathing might be refreshing, like a tart wine after too much sweet. β β a bloody sword is a beautiful thing. β β a ruler belongs to their people, not to themself. β β if the ones i killed come haunt me, i will kill them all again. β β you shine so brightly, you will blind every man who dares look upon you. β β a fair bargain leaves both sides unhappy, iβve heard it said. β β thereβs blood on your hands, aye, same as mine. β β i have done wicked things, i know, but i could not bear for you to hate me. β β it is good to see you smiling again. β β i have doubts enough without you throwing oil on the fire of my fear. β β blood pays for blood, a life for a life. β β go home, if that is what you want. i am staying. β β a manβd think thereβs no trust between us. β β i would choose freedom over comfort every time. β β you are even lovelier than i was told. β β stay. i do not wish to be alone. β β treachery on treachery. is there no end to it? β β dreams and prophecies. why must they always be in riddles? β β one wrong word, and this could turn to blood in half a heartbeat. β β you lie. i can see the truth in your eyes. β β throw down your steel and stand aside, and no harm need come to you. β β you are supposed to be my friend. why must you mock my hopes? β β it is better to die with honor than to live without it. β β it does no good to brood on lost battles and roads not taken. β β i see you are deaf to sense. β β you are no better than me. weβre just the same. β β a man should never draw his sword unless he means to use it. β β you kill men for the wrongs they have done, not the wrongs that they may do someday. β β close your eyes. close your ears. turn away. you do not need to see this. β β the sooner we are gone from this place, the better. β β i am sorry my actions have displeased you. i did as i thought best. β β you do not need to trust a man to use him. β β if you cannot do this thing, you need only say so. there is no shame in that. β β never wound a foe when you can kill him. dead men donβt claim vengeance. β β this is what i wanted, what i worked for. so why does it taste so much like defeat? β β honest men should never need to hide their faces. β β i am not the trusting fool you take me for. β β menβs lives have meaning, not their deaths. β β heβs dead. he wonβt bite. β β if this is the price for peace, i pay it willingly. β β it makes me wonder whose side you are on. β β dreams and prophecies. why must they always be in riddles? β β i will not say that you are welcome. nor will i deny that i have hoped that you might come. β β you have the eyes of a wolf and a taste for blood. β β men are mad and gods are madder. β β one war ends, another begins. there is always someone fighting someone somewhere. β β not all risks lead to ruin. β β is there some place with fewer eyes and ears? β β i need you now as i have never needed you before. β β tell me, is there any fight left in you? β β it was the wind that you heard screaming. β β crying? i was not crying. why would i cry? β β are you some butcher of the battlefield, hacking down every man who stands in your way? β β rain. a storm is coming. β β that was simple. simpler than i dared hope. simpler than it should have been. β β see that you do not speak of this. iβll not have this tale spread. β β how could i be so blind for so long? β β you had a bad dream, that was all. β β are you prepared to defend that boast with sword or lance? β β i will do it. i said i would. i will. β β think that. believe that. tell yourself itβs true. β β you have more enemies than you know. β β i have no heart. i only have a hole. β β it has been too long since iβve killed a man. β β words are wind. words cannot harm me. β β have you forgotten who i am? β β too many good men died that day. β β it is so good to see your face, your sweet face. β β it is still not too late to abandon this folly. β β i will not stay here to be insulted. β
Rhys is not a particularly well-known musician. He's popular enough to have a small following and to chart within the top 50 rather consistently, and he's content with that. Between his music and his club, he makes enough money to live comfortably, though he is by no means a wealthy man.
He also does seances and fortune telling on the side, but it depends on the client how seriously he takes it. A grieving person trying to reach a loved one? He'll be serious. Someone trying to use the spiritual for personal and selfish gain? They get Rhys' knee knocking the table instead of any real effort.