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[tergiversant]

[The message that plays when you receive Rufus Barma's inbox is simple, curt, and almost annoyed to have to do this.]

Be succinct.





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[psychopath]

[so jack isn't allowed to behead rufus, because it would make oswald sad, no matter how much bribery involving birds and/or jack himself it takes, so jack has to be civil and all heroic as he tries to figure out if rufus was a threat or not.]

ARTHUR!!!

voice; not long after he replies to riku's post

[velveteened]

( it's — a miscalculation.

a huge one in fact, the likes of which would be enough to make barma smirk at him over his fan, flutter it and say something irritating, only it's one thing, isn't it, when barma's only being coy about some information he'll inevitably provide them and another when the last oz heard of him rings in his ears now, sharon almost in tears for her beloved grandmother. i never thought he'd do something like this, and neither had anyone.

but personal timelines are as fluid as water here, and barma may be from before that, before even considering it, or even from the uncertain future leo warned oz about more than once. it means treading even more carefully than ordinarily, and it means operating alone because that betrayal is certainly not something he'd wanted to worry anyone else about, least of all with what little can be done about it from here.

so, his voice is bright, bubbles on a laugh. )

So this is where you've been! How am I supposed to greet you properly if you take so long to show your face, Duke Barma?

[tergiversant]

[It hadn't actually been Rufus Barma's intention to find Oz's room. With little idea of where he'd chosen and no possible way of asking without seeming suspicious, a hidden panel opening to it was merely fortuitous in his explorations of the servant's passages.

So little were the Child of Vessalius' possessions that he'd hardly have known who possessed it until a certain book detailing a king and knight known as Arthur was in the middle of the small collection.

...

Which meant the books on science and biology were certainly those promised to him. Absolutely fair game.]