IC Contact - Exsilium

[maddeninghatter]

[ Thirty seconds of tuneless humming--beeeeeeeeep! ]

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[tergiversant]

[The smile shatters as Reim slumps, rubbing at the bridge of his nose, a picture of nervous resignation.] Though, I should ask what he DID. Honestly, after all of that trouble!!!

[maddeninghatter]

He'd sacrifice you in an instant, you know. Despite your long years of loyal service, you're just another pawn to him.

[ The unexpected appearance of Lord Barma after he had so obviously been hiding would have been enough on its own to suggest to Break that something was not quite right, but that sensation had already been niggling at him for a while: Reim's not having a tablet, his cageyness about his roommates, and beyond that, the sensation that something is just subtly wrong about him. Reim has been behaving like the person people think he is.

For instance, Break would never suggest Reim act as anything but a perfect, loyal servant, not only because it's an affront to his core identity, but also because he wouldn't stand for it. For all his nervous, agitated timidity, Reim can be downright terrifying when crossed.

Now, having returned from Las Vegas, his connection with his enhanced chain tested and proven, he is able to borrow Mad Hatter's power, and sense Dodo clearly. It's difficult to control his anger; but if Lord Barma wants to play games, he can play them, too.

....not to mention it's terribly satisfying to be able to insult Barma to his face and know he has to sit there and take it.

Deadpan: ]

What did he do? He broke his carefully-laid cover to dispense advice on how a young man might pursue a romantic attachment.

[tergiversant]

That's the kind of person he is.

[The statement was simple and dry, neither anger nor resignation in Reim's voice, as it if was simply a matter of service, accepted and agreed upon. It suited Rufus let that illusion stay in place.

In the mean time, Rufus Barma struggled with his own anger, not an easy thing when sparked, pushing the conversation further.]

And I imagine you were shameless in turn.

[maddeninghatter]

Ha! Ha! Ha! Why, you're right as always, Mister Reim. That is the kind of person he is.

[ He finishes the last of his tea, and then sets about destroying the styrofoam-ish cup, pulling it into tiny pieces and making a pile in front of him. ]

Hm, I suppose he is rather a man to be pitied.

[ Break manages to drop his voice into a tone that resembles something sympathetic. ]

He's spent his whole life pining for something he let slip through his fingers.

[tergiversant]

[It's not the statements, nor even the words dripping in false sympathy. He could easily picture Reim having to put up with such impropriety regularly.

It was the sudden prefix returning that was the last, and perhaps most powerful tell.

Not only does Reim disappear in a flurry of black feathers, but the table and opposing chair. .... And the cup Break had been shredding.

Barma speaks up from where he'd been seated some distance behind Break, practically draped in one of the chairs. His voice is a careful mask of disdain and boredom.]

It seems this hath become a truly boorish game.