begrimed | Meetings

Meetings

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.

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Hey! [ He catches the sheet music somewhat awkwardly with a laugh. ]

I do mean it, my lady. I can't forget anything, so it's already committed to memory, I'm afraid.

[ What a ridiculous answer. But then again, they were two people in a very ridiculous situation themselves. ]

So you were teasing me before about needing to be reminded of your offer. [ She knows that, of course, but she was seriously going to remind him anyway. ] I'm... sorry, however, that you cannot forget. Being the one to remember everything is a great burden. It's painfully lonely.

Guilty. [ Of so many things. ]

Aha, that's always been the burden of the ruling class. [ Just a tad quieter, but his smile is still there. ]

Our stories go on forever, while the townsfolk had their beginnings and endings.

Brave of you to admit it!

[ She doesn't know what the ruling class means in this situation, but she can guess an approximation. ]

And the ruling class are the all-important main characters, while the townsfolk are inconsequential side characters. Something like that?

[ He laughs and if he wasn't distracted by her later question he probably would have said something really stupid about being open to punishment. Small mercies! ]

Something like that, yeah. They live and they die according to the rule of mafia, and their children, and their children's children and you get the picture.

Is that not how we all are? Living or dying according to rules... Human beings are blessed; they have the privilege of forgetting. But us, we cannot even do that.

[ She lets out a gusty sigh and claps her hands together. Enough of that. She's had enough of helplessness and despair for one day. ]

Speaking of rules, those who are guilty get punished. [ He was hoping to escape punishment? Nice try. ] As you've admitted to your crime, how, oh how shall we deal with you, hmm?

[ He shakes his head with a short laugh. Enough of that is right. ]

So they do, so they do. I'm kinda used to it though? So you might have to go hard on me if you really wanna teach me a lesson.

Hard, hmm~? I'll save that for the next time you're guilty. This time, however... I don't think it's quite fair that all of our portraits are on display and yours is not. So by the end of this coming week, please provide me with your portrait and information plaque.

[ But don't deliver it to her personally or anything, thanks. ]

What a temptress my lady is. But fine, fine, I'll consider it a down payment for seeing your lovely face again.

[ Because of course he's going to try to wiggle to get something out of this punishment too. [

Hardly lovely at the moment. [ Huff. What a cad. ] But I will be beautiful for you again next time, worry not.

[ Surely, he knows she's coming back whether he wants her to or not. ]

Rainy days can be just as beautiful as sunny ones, it all depends on your perspective. [ Perhaps an oddly optimistic remark from him, but he moves on. ]

Now...I owe you the other part of our deal, don't I? Or what did I call it, a date?

[ He laughs to himself because considering this entire conversation, feigning memory issues is more than ridiculous, but! ]

[ Meaning: he likes girls who cries, or making girls cry? A cynical thought, even if she has to admit he was nothing but considerate when she was crying earlier. ]

Is it in your perspective to call every visit a date now? [ But she settles back into her seat, ready to listen. ]

Are you gonna punish me if it is? But let's see, which one to tell you bout'....

[ He hums and reaches into his pocket and pulls out an unremarkable copper coin. ]

Heads or tails?

It just makes me wonder how many of these dates you've been on with the others. After all, Lord McGillis is quite dashing and Lady Edelgard is stunning beyond imagination. Just to name a few.

[ It's a subtle change, but she seems to perk up with interest when his speech changes. ]

Tails.

Dates are only between us, my lady.

[ But he lets out an amused laugh nonetheless and then flips the coin. It lands on tales which looks like an apple. ]

And a lucky lady it seems. In that case—my very first visitor was Tenn. Familial love will make you do a lotta things you wouldn't otherwise.

That's the same love you have for your famiglia, is it not? [ She says the word carefully. ]

Lord Tenn seems to be very kind and passionate. What did he do - that he wouldn't otherwise?

Right. That's why I know the lengths that people will go for them.

[ Just a touch quieter, and he rearranges himself on his desk to just lay across it completely, hands underneath his head. ]

Agreed to play a game with me.

[ No, she doesn't like that. She wants to see his face for this, to read what he can't openly say.

So she gets off her chair and pushes herself onto his desk, settling down next to him. ]

Game - as in what we're doing in this place right now, you mean? Or another one?

[ A quiet blink but then he answers the question, unhurried. ]

Part of this one. The kid basically talked himself into it, and I wasn't about to just say no.

[ Poor Lord Tenn must have been distraught... ]

Can you say no? Can you tell me about his game?

If my answer really was no, do you think I'd be able to answer that? I felt like havin' fun with him, that's all. [ He tilts his head to look at her with a shadow of a grin and then settles again. ]

No can do. The members of the mafiosa aren't rats, even if I'm on pretty good terms with 'em. [ He laughs a bit and closes his eye. ]

I just mean - when someone is asking you to enter a game or a deal, can you say no? You haven't refused me much, if anything.

[ His lips quirk upward into a particularly amused smile, eye still closed. ]

I told you I play favorites. And I can say no—life would've been far easier for my caporegimes if I couldn't, though.

I would think being - how did you put it? - mercurial and prone to playing favorites would result in treating everyone the same.

[ As she remembers it, being his favorite did not last long. ]

Caporegimes... capo.. regimes. [ Maybe something similar to capi? ] Captain of the regime, perhaps?

Ahaha, well maybe you'll see.

[ Maybe she's seeing already? ]

Close! It basically means "captain" but it's a role specifically used in the mafia. The don is the boss, and the caporegimes are his right hand.

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