Meetings

[begrimed]

Behind an ever traveling emerald green door (you'll find it when you really need it, but it never seems to be in the same place in the palace) lies a quaint office, often slightly ajar with a few notes of music beckoning guests inside.

In the center of the room lies an ornate cedar wood desk, cluttered but just short of messy, with various sheet music piled on top. The bookcases on each side are in a similar state, books shelved away neatly were it not for the lack of any semblance of alphabetization.

The boss of this domain can often be found with his feet up with no regard for decorum; a casual enough atmosphere for casual enough chats, surely.

Those who venture into the palace to seek out the emerald green door will find it's different than usual, sturdier, with a particularly bright sheen and emblazoned with an insignia.

The door is also always closed, though whether it's locked or not depends on when you visit.

Comments

[begrimed]

Eh? If I wanted to kill you all like that, I could've done it at the banquet. And it's not against the rules, you know?

[ Maybe he shouldn't be saying all this also he was pretty open about fighting during his first appearance. ]

[mirrite]

No, I think what you want is a show. You want to see people - us - suffer. The more theatrical the better, yeah? That's the kind of person you are.

[And the very thought makes him feel ill.]

[begrimed]

Hahaha, you're right, you're right!! That's the type of person I am and will always be! So if you want to kill me, come at me!

[mirrite]

[Under normal circumstances, Marcus wouldn't let himself be played like this. He knows he's being provoked - it's so incredibly obvious - and he knows that falling for it is idiocy at best and a potential death sentence at worst.

But somehow, seeing Hamelin delighting in the death of an innocent and in the suffering he's caused as a result? It's more than Marcus can take right now with the image of SQ's body lying motionless still fresh in his mind, and so with a roar of pain and rage he launches himself forward, bringing the gunblade around off his back in a vicious slice aimed right at Hamelin.

He doesn't expect to be able to kill. But as long as he can inflict some tiny fraction of the pain that SQ experienced - that Samidare, Riku, Gin, C-ta and even Zola experienced - that will have to be enough for now.]

[begrimed]

Finally. [ Lucifer's slap seems so long ago now. Hamelin brings out two daggers, one in each hand, not even bothering to parry. He's going to take a nice cut across his leading arm in doing so, but it means he can pretty much get one in return. ]

Good to know someone here isn't all talk!

[mirrite]

[He feels the impact as the blade drives itself into the upper part of his right arm, left wide open as he makes that strike; the pain doesn't begin until a moment later, and it's with a snarl that he shakes himself free and leaps back. The sharp burning is enough to bring him back to his senses, and rather than lunge in again, he simply stands poised, assessing the situation.]

And here I thought you knew that much already. Isn't that why you brought me here in the first place?

[begrimed]

Hahaha, well, it's not like you've actually shown me until now!

[ Hamelin doesn't move to attack again either, though his eyes are sharp and he's clearly ready to keep going. Pain or not, he doesn't seem to care. ]

[mirrite]

Then let me make myself clear.

[He lowers his own blade slightly, though he's not about to let his guard down.]

If anyone lays so much as a finger on Phil, I can and will kill them for it, and I'll use any method I have at my disposal. You don't need to doubt that much.

But I'm not here to kill innocent people, no matter how much I might want to make my wish come true. Sorry to be a disappointment.

[begrimed]

Do you remember what I said when we met? If you don't act, someone else just might make you a piece instead. But that's the beauty of free will!

[ He doesn't seem bothered by it, but he's generally just this way in general so. ]

[mirrite]

And that's a chance I'm willing to take.

[He's already tried the "attempting murder for the sake of someone else" thing before and it didn't really make him feel all that great, and he didn't even manage to carry the actual murder part out in the end.]

I don't plan on dancing to your tune, now or in the future.

[begrimed]

[ A fit of laughter. ]

You already are!