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Date: 2023-07-08 09:51 am (UTC)<soundsurfer>
Date: 2023-07-11 09:18 pm (UTC)the night after atem poofs
Date: 2023-08-26 11:27 pm (UTC)Richard.
[ It's Saint-Germain, and she's bearing.....a large cardboard box? ]
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Date: 2023-08-27 10:51 am (UTC)So the first response Saint-Germain gets is a hideous shriek coming from somewhere inside the house, like a hundred damned souls all screaming at once for someone to get the phone.
Shortly after, the Ring-Spirit opens the door as if nothing blood-curdling just happened,, ]
Saint-Germain?
[ He cocks an eyebrow, puzzled, though mostly he looks... tired. He's very tired today. ]
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Date: 2023-08-27 11:15 am (UTC)Solitude breeds suffering. May I enter?
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Date: 2023-08-29 03:56 am (UTC)[ His smile widens somewhat as he steps aside to allow her entry. ]
Sure, come on in. What's in the box?
[ A ghostly wisp drifts out into view through a nearby wall, their skeletal expression curious as they bob along midair. A visitor!! With gifts!! Goodness! ]
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Date: 2023-08-29 12:46 pm (UTC)[ And sure enough, when she reaches the first table that seems appropriate for such an activity, Saint-Germain begins to unload....beverages.
A carafe of coffee. A pot of tea. Cream, sugar, milk, all in a small cooler. Some flavoring mixes left over from Cagliostro, who'd had a tendency to...embellish....everything on or in her body. Sparkling water. Wine. Appropriate receptacles for all of the above. ]
I didn't know your preference, so I brought a variety.
[ A half-used bottle of blue Gatorade that, to those with keen olfactory senses, will smell faintly of Cat. ]
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Date: 2023-08-30 03:08 am (UTC)You went all-out.
Hm... well, I don't usually drink liquor, but I suppose now would be the time for it if I'm ever going to...
[ He moves one long finger between the various containers as he considers which to go for. ]
...Might as well start with the tea for now though.
You have any preference yourself? I'm assuming you plan to stick around for a cup or two.
[ He looks around and locates a nearby ottoman to drag over to her chosen table, thinking it might be easier for Saint-Germain to sit on then a regular-style chair.
Kul Elna meanwhile weaves around the room, wailing softly to themselves. ]
i can't remember if she knows fully about kul elna but either way she's seen some shit so /shrug
Date: 2023-08-30 11:43 am (UTC)[ She straddles the ottoman, indeed preferring it, and begins setting out the necessary equipment for drinking and preparing tea....Saint-Germain, did you even bring saucers. Saint-Germain.
Kul Elna's presence causes her to quirk an eyebrow when they get somewhat close. ]
Does your companion drink?
[ Why yes, she WILL serve a cup of tea to the wailing souls of the unjustly murdered damned if necessary. If you're having refreshments, you ask everyone present. ]
I don't think he ever explained their deal, no! just got her help with some hieroglyphs
Date: 2023-08-30 11:54 pm (UTC)Well, they don't drink, but they'd like a cup anyway. It should probably be empty, so I don't have to worry about them spilling it everywhere - they most likely just literally want a cup itself, to hold. They like to be included.
[ Kul Elna circles them, their wails undulating in tone and volume. ]
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Date: 2023-08-31 12:38 am (UTC)[ This is presumably the result of that ancient Egyptian spell he had been working on.....Perhaps Saint-Germain should have brought beer, as well.
But if what they most desire is the cup itself, she can offer that. She holds one up. ] Here.
[ And, when she has their attention: ]
My name is Saint-Germain. Apologies for intruding.
[ There, now she has discharged her obligations to her new acquaintance(s?). ]
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Date: 2023-08-31 01:53 am (UTC)The Ring-Spirit watches this with some bemusement. ]
Yep, good thing it's empty. H-heheh.
[ With that, he perches on the edge of the table, relying on his hollow bones to not endanger the thing's structural integrity, and sets about pouring himself a cup that's looking like it'll end up about half cream. ]
...Did you know Atem very well? He always seemed to make a lot of friends.
do that in front of pokehaus and get them excited about POLTEAGEIST?!
Date: 2023-08-31 11:21 am (UTC)Saint-Germain's own cup, once the Ring-Spirit has finished with the pot, is black. ]
When I arrived in Ryslig, his experience was invaluable. I've built on his research.
[ And.....Yes, there is no shame in this fact. In fact, it admitting it would "keep her heart open", as advised by Cagliostro. As the methods of combating Ryslig dictate. ]
And his advice changed my life.
[ Which, for someone who remained the same for centuries, is saying something. ]
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Date: 2023-08-31 10:41 pm (UTC)Mn... s'good the research proved useful...
[ The Ring-Spirit has to weigh how he wants to respond to that last bit though, so it's more the part that's on his mind. He supposes he doesn't have to say anything... even if she's choosing to be open with him, he doesn't have to reciprocate.
... ]
Knowing him changed me too. Actually knowing him, as a person...
[ He stares into his cup, lost in thought. ]
I think... he had to get to know himself as a person, too. Thinking of what he as a person wanted didn't come naturally to him. Spent too much time thinking about everyone else.
[ He presses his lips into a mildly disapproving line, continuing to stare into his cup for a while. Eventually he takes a sip, still making a face over Atem's selfless qualities. ]
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Date: 2023-09-01 10:54 pm (UTC)[ Even if the man's reign predates that term.....He did, at least, feel a king had responsibilities. And he did take those responsibilities seriously. Saint-Germain cannot consider that a flaw, though she also suspects Richard is talking about the kind of "selfishness" espoused by Tachibana Hibiki. The kind born of a personal code of justice.
The kind where the presence of a "king" hurt everyone, even the king.
She raises her cup. ]
To triumph over subjugation. Even that imposed by oneself.
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Date: 2023-09-01 11:29 pm (UTC)Here's to true freedom.
[ Kul Elna's teacup lets out a chorus of wails that sound vaguely approving, and then proceeds to dance in the air a bit more energetically.
The Ring-Spirit snickers at them as he takes a drink. ]
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Date: 2023-09-02 03:58 pm (UTC)[ Saint-Germain too watches the spirits concur with this toast, then sips. His ritual truly did succeed, then.
It would make a fascinating study, on a day with a different aim. ]
<PasUnPolicier> After attempting to reach a truce with Amanda
Date: 2023-09-07 01:01 pm (UTC)Please advise. A thought has come to me after M. Joestar kindly pointed you out to me in Dyster town.
Are you a blood relative to Ryou Bakura?
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Date: 2023-09-08 12:32 am (UTC)ah, *you*. so you want advice now? whatever regarding?
as for Ryou and I, sure, after a fashion. we consider ourselves family, and the body I inhabit is a duplicate of his; that close enough for you?
[ He'll explain himself if Javert bothers to press - the Bakurae "it's complicated" relationship status is hardly a secret; but he's feeling enough impatience that he doesn't immediately feel like volunteering the full story. ]
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Date: 2023-09-08 01:01 pm (UTC)Regarding Bakura, of course. You are close to one another, I take it. Very well, let it be so. I will cut to the finish.
Would you be willing to come and speak off-network, in the flesh, in a cordial capacity? Let us call it tea time. Don't waste my minutes if the answer is no.
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Date: 2023-09-08 10:54 pm (UTC)The Ring-Spirit has to really think about this one. He'd rather not have some kind of social visit with Javert of all people, but... could this potentially end up helping Ryou in some way? Hm. Hrrrmmm. ...Well, he'll never know if he refuses upfront. Accepting an invitation doesn't prevent him from a rude exit should he find the visit lacking in value. ]
For Ryou's sake I'll give it a shot. I'll meet you at your Dyster place then, I already know where it is. I'm assuming this can't be over the network due to eavesdropping little boys?
[ Rather than waiting on a reply, the Ring-Spirit directly heads over to Dyster and the gloomy mansion he knows to be Javert's.
There seem to be Dysterites cleaning up some sort of mess of broken bottles outside one of the windows. ...Huh. He doesn't ask them what that's all about, but does ask one for a leg-up and ducks carefully in through said window.
And if Javert's not already present, he'll arrive to find the Ring-Spirit already waiting patiently in an arm chair, long bird-legs crossed at the knee, spidery metal-taloned fingers knit into a little shelf supporting his chin. If Javert is present, the Ring-Spirit simply seats himself as described, before any invitation. ]
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Date: 2023-09-09 03:08 pm (UTC)Not enough of a hurry, apparently. Because when the door opens to his own sitting parlor from the prison, the harpy has already made himself at home in a lounging chair. He pauses in a half-step, brow raised, and meets the 'intruder' evenly in the eye. The corner of his mouth flicks upward, an unsettling cross between a bitter smile and a grimace.]
And here you are. Well then! All of you trundling about are making a hell of a case for added security measures on this home.
[Just an idle remark. He's unlikely to do anything concrete but ensure his most private journals and files remain private, in spite of the comings and goings of his Fog-aligned allies.
Javert purses his lips and hangs his cap on the coat hook mounted on the wall. If Ring-Spirit has never beheld Javert in person before, he does move and glide about with a considerable looming presence, regardless of his comparative height to anyone else in the room. He arrests the attention, he sticks out in a crowd; he's thoroughly as bleak and unsettling to behold as any less man-shaped monster, with his deathly pallor and countless scars, the most prominent of which splash across both cheeks and jaws and tuck into the gnarled mess hidden beneath his stiff collar.
He smooths the skirts of his frock coat and asks blandly,]
Coffee or tea? Or something richer, 'Richard'? There are steaks for the dog in the ice-box. Little else, I am afraid.
apologies for the long delay,,
Date: 2023-09-14 03:45 am (UTC)"Added"? There are security measures?
[ He suspects "I locked the door" is being counted like it matters.
Ah well. While he's a little tempted by the mention of steaks, the last thing he wants is to give Javert some reason to associate him with a dog, so he just shrugs lightly. ]
Tea works, if you insist on something - or we could get straight to the point.
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Date: 2023-09-14 02:18 pm (UTC)[Oh, good. Javert would rather skip the pleasantries, too, but he has dedicated himself to making a concerted effort with the people he'd like to collaborate. He stands, poised with his palm flat upon his coat, and considers where to start, unmoving.
He settles on the phantom elephant filling the room.]
You are aware I have attempted to patch up the matters between Monsieur Bakura and myself?
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Date: 2023-09-15 07:50 am (UTC)No, I wasn't aware - last I'd heard, you managed to make things worse.
[ There is relatively little judgment in his tone. As far as he's concerned, right now he's just being bluntly direct. ]