#rem x mat: 001

[noiranamnesis]

Rem stayed silent, indifferent to idle platitudes. Success or failure didn't weigh on his mind. For now, they moved as if success was determined. If it wasn't, he would adjust- or accept the consequences. He pushed open the emergency exit door, descending the stairs, taking note of the few figures they passed. At this hour, the streets were mostly empty, but the ones still out were all the more distinct for it.

"When were you in this region last" His voice was low, measured, as they cut through backstreets. "Who was the employer? What was the assignment?" Though the route seemed aimless, every turn was deliberate, leading a set destination.

he gives a small nod of his head. he feels the weight of failure around his neck. dragging him down. he swallows harshly, looking at him for a moment before he looks away. he hopes that this whole mess could just blow over. he was good at making messes, everyone was always telling him that much.

"we'll make up for it." he says, determined now. would anyone believe he even knew what determination felt like? there's a part of him that simply wants to prove to him that he could do it. just to say that someone somewhere was wrong about him.

[noiranamnesis]

Two- three days.

His eyes narrowed, able to picture the exact order of events awaiting their arrival. "We need another commission on the way." Blowing the ash off his cigarette he mulled over, trying to recall where his nearest connections resides or even how many were still with the living.

"The offset will be $2,000." A conservative estimation, but given their profession he couldn't ignore potential aftereffects- all of which would be docked either immediately or over time. There is no such thing as a forgotten burden. A phrase often muttered by his mentor. "It's time to go."

he feels a heat creep up the back of his neck. he hated the uncertain feeling, like you're not filling the role you should. he felt more like a rookie now than he ever had before. he tried to keep face though. tried to grin through the whole bloody thing like that was going to make up for the mess. he'd find a way to fix it. at least he would like to think that he could. although he wasn't even sure where he could start on that. he stumbles on an answer before shaking off that feeling. "uh -" another pause, he looks down at the ground. "two - three days. not that long."

[noiranamnesis]

In lieu of a response, calloused fingers procured a cigarette from his jacket, a matchbox not far behind. "We were instructed to inflict minimal damage on third parties." Rem took a long drag. Unmoving, he appraised the effects of their mishap through an indifferent lens. "It will come out of our pay." To those unfamiliar with his mannerisms his tone sounded flat, yet there was a dull edge. "How many days travel to get back?"

@noiranamnesis asked : “No, I said “do not under any circumstances do that.”" - via Rem

he wanted to say he had an excuse. that he was learning. but that would sound bloody stupid, wouldn't it? if he gave himself away like that he would lose whatever edge he had still. he lets out a small laugh and then shakes his head. "well, must have gotten mixed up a little bit. but come on, the results were bloody brilliant." they weren't, not exactly. but he was adaptable, or so he liked to think.