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Meetings
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.
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[ He, admittedly, hasn't thought much about this. He really should have expected that Hamelin would want something in exchange for this. The fact that Hamelin knows about his wish, too, makes it harder for him to think; he's unsettled. ]
I don't know what you need other than us to kill each other. And it's just as you said: I'm not going to do that. I need to know what else you're looking for.
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[ Contrary to how he was before, he's not as impulsive in private, or maybe he's just had his fill today. ]
A blank check? Not good for murder of course, but a small favor. Before you ask what the terms are, they're whatever we work out right here and now. But once we do, it's final.
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[ He really, really does. ]
Go ahead. Present your terms and we will negotiate if necessary.
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[ That's clearly an aside as he twirls his flute around a little. ]
How's this: you're not into the destruction of people, but what about something else? Non-living, of course.
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[ Is he going to regret this. God, Ham, you freak him out so much. ]
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Ahaha, that's a secret for now. But it's not someone living, and it's not something I'll punish you for in regards to the rules or whatever. And in exchange Riku can have his medicine as consistently as he needs. You help me and I help you, that's really all there is to it!
[ This is vague as all hell, and he might be willing to barter more but Tenn did walk into this. ]
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[ He knows there's more to this, but he doesn't trust that Hamelin will tell him the truth, even if he prods. However, Riku's safety is above everyone else's and Tenn doesn't anticipate that changing.
He wants to help everyone, but not at the expense of his brother's life. Not without giving Riku a fighting chance.
His answer comes after a long moment: ]
Fine. I'll do it.
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[ This is fine. ]
Just remember, I'm gonna hold you to it when the time comes.
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[ ...He has a feeling he's going to regret this, but it all comes back to Riku's safety in the end, doesn't it. ]
When should he expect the medication? I want to let him know it'll be on the way.
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[ A beat. ]
Alright, that's all. I have nothing more to ask of you.
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[ Chuckles. ]
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...Being what, now?
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[ He leans his chin onto his palm, then smiles. ]
In my line of work we call it a consiglere. And if you're gonna ask me what that means next, I'd have to tell you that any consiglere worth his salt would know the answer.
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[ His look turns a little flat. ]
Well, I don't know what that is, so I guess I'm not meant to become one. That's that, then. Besides, if it involves working for you any more than I am now, I'm not interested.
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That makes two of us. Now hurry along, don't you have good news to share with your brother?
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[ He turns his back towards Hamelin and holds up a hand, waving it a little dismissively. ]
Bye-bye.
[ As soon as he's out of sight, though, Tenn clicks his tongue and scrubs his face with his hand.
McGillis wasn't lying when he said they were entering a Faustian pact -- Tenn, at least, certainly has. ]