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]

La colomba, it means dove. Not an original of mine, which is probably a good thing.

[libirdian]

I see, thank you. [ For the song and explanation at least. Not...everything else. ] Would I need to run then?

[begrimed]

Ahaha, if you could, yeah. But in this place, I can reach you whenever I want.

[ His smile is all too pleasant for the conversation. ]

[libirdian]

[ Sir, that's stalking. ]

Are you trying to be a horror novel villain?

[begrimed]

[ wow.

and that makes him laugh pretty raucously, give him a second. ]

Would I be a good one? Bad one? [ He laughs again. ] I'm just 'bein who I am, that's all.

[libirdian]

I guess you're a good one. Not that I can say that's a high compliment.

[begrimed]

Ahaha, thanks, thanks! I had to stand out in some way from the rest of the mafia, you know?

[libirdian]

Is...that a figure of speech, or do you really mean a mafia?

[ Mafia and fairytales don't exactly mix, last he checked. ]

[begrimed]

The real mafia in the flesh! Or as much in the flesh as fairy tales can be.

[ Ozmafia is an entire thing. ]

[libirdian]

[ Well, if they do mix, that begs a certain question. ]

Interesting concept. Are the faeries also part of it?

[begrimed]

Depends on the tale, yeah? But if you're askin' if I generally work with 'em, the answer is no.

[libirdian]

I thought they worked for you though. There goes the fairy mafia.

[begrimed]

They do! But they're not my usual type of underlings.

[libirdian]

...Then fairy mercenaries?

[ That's another two words he never thought he'd put together. ]

[begrimed]

Ahahah, they'd love that! Sure.

[ Nageki now he's going to harass the fairies in that way, f. ]

[libirdian]

[ oh. ]

I did not mean that they should be.

[begrimed]

But it's a great idea! I'm sold.

[ Nope it's happening now. ]

[libirdian]

[ did he just land himself onto the fairy shitlist ]

...Please don't overwork them? They always seem so busy.

[begrimed]

Ahahah, there's plenty of 'em to go around, don't worry.

[ Who knows~. ]

[libirdian]

[ he still likes you fairies, honest ]

I disavow any knowledge of what comes after this conversation.

[begrimed]

Sure you do, sure you do. So is there anything else you have to ask?

[libirdian]

For now, I'll leave it at that. I need to spend more time looking for another book to read.

[begrimed]

Good luck! I'll see if I feel like pretending that I can't forget anything when the fairies ask.

[ He'll wave bye-bye cheekily. ]

[libirdian]

I'd appreciate it. Good day.

[ And with that, he'll walk away as fast as he can without actually looking like he's fleeing. Here's hoping the fairies don't get mad about it later... ]