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]

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!