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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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[maddeninghatter]

Hm?

[ The most innocent of innocent expressions. Okay, his gaze is glittering, but you know, apart from that. ]

I'm simply inquiring whether you're in your dotage. Cos it's a sign of senility, milord, losing your way in familiar places.

[ He licks his fingers. Candy corn is sticky, yo. ]

Or did you have some other reason for being in Oz's room? Any ideas, Gilbert?

[retraced]

[He looks between the two men, hesitantly. Even from this distance he can tell that no matter what he says here, Break is going to instigate Barma into giving him some information.]

He says...Oz left something for him.

[tergiversant]

Tis with fortune, I possess all of my senses.

And he hath seen himself, the veracity of mine claim.

[maddeninghatter]

[ He begins to answer, but stops abruptly, holding up one finger to Barma. He tilts his head and... sniffs. ]

Dear, oh dear. It smells like something's been burning~! Haha! Oz must have "left you" his books or his papers, and there was something about them you didn't care for.

Gilbert, I don't suppose you happened to see what it was he set fire to, hm?

[retraced]

Break -

[That part he's still not sure how to explain. A moment of hesitance and he finally answers. But it's clear from the tone of his voice that he understands that said answer is too emotional a point for him to reasonably deal with, whatever the motive behind the destruction was. That's becoming more and more clear the calmer he becomes.]

A letter that Oz left behind.

[tergiversant]

[Barma's cold, even tone was not crafted to sooth it, either. There's an edge of impatience to it.]

A custom, to dispose of a missive once it has been accepted.

Unless ye hath discovered something of interest, I believe us done.