[there's a challenge written in the text message, and he immediately rises to it.
transporting over to roxana's world and time are quick, and as soon as buzen's feet make contact with the ground he's taking off toward the most fanciful building. the monsters are a bit of a surprise, but he keeps a hand on his sword just in case. they don't scare him - it's a small wonder what does anymore.
when he catches sight of the butterflies, he maintains a distance, but almost laughs as he asks them a question - ]
Any chance you can help guide me to our shared master?
[ - though even if they can't, he'll probably sprint through the entire grounds until he finds roxana that way. if this is a race against time, he plans to win it.]
[ roxana would be disappointed if the monsters scared him. they're indiscriminate in whom they attack, but the remaining agrece family members are doing their best to capture or kill the beasts, so he doesn't have to worry too much about them.
the butterflies can't guide him all the way, but at least one of the them can give him a hint. it flies to the window she's staring out of. he'll have to make his way through the the mansion himself, but at least he knows where he has to go.
roxana won't make it harder for him by moving to another room, and whenever he reaches her, she raises a glass towards him. ]
[ah - he follows the trail of the butterfly up to the window to where roxana is and laughs faintly once he manages to catch sight of roxana. he gives her one quick and easy salute, followed by a cheeky grin and a wink, whether or not she can see it.
and as long as he has this destination in sight, he's quick. even though he was still among the fastest in the prism, it provided enough of a nerf on his superhuman speed. he blazes his way through the rest of the path, showing up at the doorway of the study in record time.
he skids to a stop, placing both of his hands on his hips as he bends at the waist to bow in greeting - and then he rises, reaching a hand out as he walks over]
What are we having, o master of mine?
[he just wants to hear how the words sound.... it's kinda fun]
[ if there is one nice thing roxana has done, it's letting buzen have something he decided he wanted. it is easier to let herself be a little nice in a world not influenced by her family. ]
Brandy. Can you hold your liquor? This one gets even me tipsy, if I have a little too much.
[ she doesn't drink like it's going out of style, but it's not easy to get her intoxicated.
she seats herself on the edge of the desk once he takes the glass from her. ]
[he will take the glass obediently, laughing a little]
Then I'll have to watch myself just in case, but I doubt it's anything I can't handle.
[he raises his glass, watching the liquid slosh around curiously for a moment. his eyes then flick to the scene outside, and then back to roxana's face]
Eventual and inevitable? Can't think of anything better.
[ roxana is in a good mood, high perhaps in all the wrongs ways or only horrible ways. this has been something she's been looking forward to for a long time, and she finds she doesn't mind buzen's presence here and how. she can't place if seeing him assuages the lingering, niggling uncertainty she feels or not.
she takes a sip of her own glass. ]
You've always wished for my victory.
[ even when he shouldn't. ]
Bloodshed is unavoidable tonight, but I'd like you to minimize it where you can.
[ it may be a little hypocritical of her, but she thinks buzen can do what she cannot (or what she won't choose to do herself). ]
[well, he thinks it's a bit funny. buzen always wants victory, in whatever form that looks like. sometimes it looks like absolute devastation in making sure that history progresses as it should - but there's a certain freedom to being here instead.]
I have no duty or prewritten history to uphold here - my duty and faith belong only to you. So how could I wish for anything else?
[he's loyal and dedicated to the end that way. he sips away at the wine, and laughs a little bit at the request.]
But sure, I can do that. Friend and foe alike? Or do you want enemies to be captured elsewhere alive?
[the way this is kind of a cruel question but buzen has to just make sure he understands his mission as a sword?]
[ it is perhaps that part of his nature that makes roxana more willing to accept what he tells her than most. he can lie and he can murder, but there is something true to him, even if there is a question of his existence.
for roxana, whose fiction and reality have become one, what does it mean to exist? the closer roxana is to her personal victory, the less she has a firm answer to that question. of course, it doesn't show in the curve of her smile.
it may have been a cruel question, but it's not one that fazes her. tonight is her own form of cruelty. ]
I've ordered most of the servants, those who don't know how to fight, to an annex. Save any who may have lingered behind. Enemies can be left to their own fate.
[ she wants her family compound ruined. she plans to destroy any connection to her family. she doesn't care if they're saved or left to rot. ]
The blood shed tonight is my selfishness.
[ she isn't trying to be kind. she just doesn't want to drag in unnecessary parties. ]
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transporting over to roxana's world and time are quick, and as soon as buzen's feet make contact with the ground he's taking off toward the most fanciful building. the monsters are a bit of a surprise, but he keeps a hand on his sword just in case. they don't scare him - it's a small wonder what does anymore.
when he catches sight of the butterflies, he maintains a distance, but almost laughs as he asks them a question - ]
Any chance you can help guide me to our shared master?
[ - though even if they can't, he'll probably sprint through the entire grounds until he finds roxana that way. if this is a race against time, he plans to win it.]
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the butterflies can't guide him all the way, but at least one of the them can give him a hint. it flies to the window she's staring out of. he'll have to make his way through the the mansion himself, but at least he knows where he has to go.
roxana won't make it harder for him by moving to another room, and whenever he reaches her, she raises a glass towards him. ]
Would you care for some?
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and as long as he has this destination in sight, he's quick. even though he was still among the fastest in the prism, it provided enough of a nerf on his superhuman speed. he blazes his way through the rest of the path, showing up at the doorway of the study in record time.
he skids to a stop, placing both of his hands on his hips as he bends at the waist to bow in greeting - and then he rises, reaching a hand out as he walks over]
What are we having, o master of mine?
[he just wants to hear how the words sound.... it's kinda fun]
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Brandy. Can you hold your liquor? This one gets even me tipsy, if I have a little too much.
[ she doesn't drink like it's going out of style, but it's not easy to get her intoxicated.
she seats herself on the edge of the desk once he takes the glass from her. ]
Let's toast to my eventual victory, hm?
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Then I'll have to watch myself just in case, but I doubt it's anything I can't handle.
[he raises his glass, watching the liquid slosh around curiously for a moment. his eyes then flick to the scene outside, and then back to roxana's face]
Eventual and inevitable? Can't think of anything better.
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she takes a sip of her own glass. ]
You've always wished for my victory.
[ even when he shouldn't. ]
Bloodshed is unavoidable tonight, but I'd like you to minimize it where you can.
[ it may be a little hypocritical of her, but she thinks buzen can do what she cannot (or what she won't choose to do herself). ]
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I have no duty or prewritten history to uphold here - my duty and faith belong only to you. So how could I wish for anything else?
[he's loyal and dedicated to the end that way. he sips away at the wine, and laughs a little bit at the request.]
But sure, I can do that. Friend and foe alike? Or do you want enemies to be captured elsewhere alive?
[the way this is kind of a cruel question but buzen has to just make sure he understands his mission as a sword?]
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[ it is perhaps that part of his nature that makes roxana more willing to accept what he tells her than most. he can lie and he can murder, but there is something true to him, even if there is a question of his existence.
for roxana, whose fiction and reality have become one, what does it mean to exist? the closer roxana is to her personal victory, the less she has a firm answer to that question. of course, it doesn't show in the curve of her smile.
it may have been a cruel question, but it's not one that fazes her. tonight is her own form of cruelty. ]
I've ordered most of the servants, those who don't know how to fight, to an annex. Save any who may have lingered behind. Enemies can be left to their own fate.
[ she wants her family compound ruined. she plans to destroy any connection to her family. she doesn't care if they're saved or left to rot. ]
The blood shed tonight is my selfishness.
[ she isn't trying to be kind. she just doesn't want to drag in unnecessary parties. ]