Later that night...After his extremely pleasant dinner with Alice, Miles found himself unable to sleep. Mostly because he was thinking about the future. Maybe a future with Alice. And the more he thought about it, the more it bothered him. As it was, he had no future. Not one he could control.
He was poring over ledgers, papers, notes and graphs-seated at the dining room table by himself. Meaningless information, really, but it kept his mind occupied...he had come to the realization that his debt was not going to get any better by itself. Currently, he could only claim a small victory-that is was spread around to seven different owners. No one person could ruin him entirely, except for Soori-and he thought if push came to shove, he could survive even her.
But what if someone had the idea to start gathering up the debts in one big pile?
He knew it wouldn't be nice. A gun to his head was an apt comparison. He knew there were certain magics that could manipulate the market...could manipulate him, even. Miles didn't want to spend the rest of his life as little more than a slave, because of one bad jump. He looked over his choices again, frowning.
Miles thought Irthax and Vita were the most friendly to his cause-they were not likely to break under pressure, nor betray his trust. At least willingly-and, assuming they did not grow tired of waiting for his call.
Circe and Outhys were creatures of business. And there was profit in owning a time broker. He remembered a glance from Alice when he had mentioned being forced into marriage. Miles doubted Circe was the sort to share her trophy-she seemed the sort of woman to collect things she liked as a way of life, and keep them for her enjoyment only. Outhys would likely just as soon auction him off to whatever horror wanted him, and Miles was sure many did. He had earned many enemies.
Caligula was his daughter-in a way-but, she was also the ruler of millions of people-a Queen, cold and brutal if she had to be. He was gravely concerned about his place in the order she had established. Was it personal? Somehow he doubted it. A part of him wondered if it might just be revenge. Miles was the father she never had. Like it or not-his choice, or not-he had abandoned her mother. And he could barely remember anything of their union, or how long it might have been, or the circumstances that lead to it. If she just wanted questions answered, Miles thought he might be feeding the lions...
Terraphdite and Soori were motives unknown. He had no idea what they wanted from him, or what they would ask of him. Which made them the biggest threats, and of course, the ones he was powerless to move against....
The real question was if the Bloodrushers would help him. He was simultaneous hesitant to ask for their help and almost desperate enough to do so. He did not like to manipulate people, not his friends anyway. Miles would prefer they help him of their own free will...but, morality was a fickle thing, and as the chips stacked against him he might have to make some hard decisions.
He continued poring over his papers, thinking furiously. Occasionally, he dipped into the pot of coffee he had brewed, knowing no sleep was forthcoming.
((OOC: @Kansa: Note, our RP isn't over but I'm starting a side thing with cript
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