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[summonere]

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Summer begins to have the look, peruser of enchanting Book, reluctantly but sure perceives a gain upon the backward leaves --

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[poisondawn]

[ This brings a laugh out of her, genuinely humored. It was a strangely pleasant feeling. ]

I’m not as strong as the rest of them. If it came to a fight like that, I will certainly lose. So yes, I had to spare them along with myself.

[ She pauses here, crouching down to watch the ferrets more closely. This wasn’t something she’s divulged to anyone else, not even to her closes attendant, Emma. ]

And because…I will be the one to bring this family down.

[ With her own hands, she would get her revenge for Ashil. The Agrece would fall as it did in the original story, but it would be on her terms. It might sound righteous to bring down the villains of the story, but the path to that was anything but. ]

I told you we’re competitive.

[ She was every bit an Agrece. ]

[summonere]

Oh? That feels like winning to you?

[ An airy question, the judgment of it all is only a facade to see what kind of reaction that gets. ]

[poisondawn]

[ To someone more honorable, such as the young man she saved, planning the demise of her own family was probably no better than the terrible acts they’ve pulled. But to her, ripping the rug from right under her family’s noses was justice. In the end, it would cost her her own life too. It’s already costing her her life, the poison deteriorating her from the inside. ]

I imagine it will.

[ There was no other role for her in that story anyway. ]


What would winning be for you?

[summonere]

[ A faint sneer that would make him look like Vergil if only his face were different. For so long winning had meant power, had meant humiliating Dante and finally, finally proving that he was the true heir to their father's legacy. For Dante, winning had meant love. Being together as brothers and overcoming their past together. That often seems just as ridiculous. ]

I think I'd leave them all to find my own way forward.

[poisondawn]

[ She’s not offended. It was an understandable response from someone outside of it all.

But there was no where the she could go that they couldn’t reach. Dion would tear castles down to find her. The only exception, it seems, would be being sent to a different world. ]

Does my story bother you?

[summonere]

No.

[ Maybe it does, but it shouldn't. He's several years and several worlds away from his family drama. Although difficult to stick to that resolution when your existence is a direct result of that drama. ]

I would be a poor scribe if I was troubled by every story.

[poisondawn]

So it doesn’t bother you that I plan on decimating my family?

[ She’s joking, partially. But he hasn’t looked too offended by anything she’s said. Roxana’s more accustomed to judgment than acceptance, so it wouldn’t have bothered her. Although it would have been somewhat disappointing. She was starting to enjoy his company.]

You’re quite the open-minded scribe. But I assume that’s what makes a good one.

[summonere]

Anything short of destroying the world will not move me much. We all make our own choices. I have no bearing on yours.

I suppose, if I was being gracious, I could assume one or two of your many siblings might be capable of a change of heart. But I'm unlikely to meet them to make such a determination.

[ So, as you were, Lady Agrece. ]

[poisondawn]

And hopefully you never do.

[ She chuckles, holding her hand out to him to help her stand back up. ]

Feel like you might have answer yet?

[summonere]

[ He provides it without hesitation, extending out black claws. ]

Of the options presented, the simplest place would be to change the exact number of siblings.

[ What a way to word that but he doesn't really expect it to be that simple. She's more clever than that and when you're playing with someone clever they can make even the truth a lie. ]

I'm hardly going to keep you here to relay me your entire family tree for verification.

[poisondawn]

[ And she doesn’t hesitate to take it, wrapping her long, delicate fingers around it as she stands. Even when she’s upright, she doesn’t let go just yet, the feeling of synchrony truly quite pleasing. ]

I wouldn’t bore you with that either. I save torture for those I don’t like.

[ A joke, sort of. ]

Is that your final answer?

[ He might’ve caught on to her, even if he didn’t know the exact answer, and she was being difficult on purpose so she won’t hold it against him. ]

[summonere]

Well, we don't have all night. It may as well be.

[ Even if he loses, he still received something that he finds of value: the stories of others. He is the scribe, that is the work. ]

[poisondawn]

We might not have all night, but…

[ Her smile widens a touch, her hand slipping along his fingers before pulling away completely. ]

We’ll have a whole day next time.

[summonere]

[ He gives a theatrical little bow as she slips away. He is competitive, but a much more gracious loser than Vergil ever was. ]

Are you pleased?

[poisondawn]

Pleased, yes, satisfied?

[ It wasn’t the fairest of games, and she thinks that she might have some fun going at it again on an even playing ground.

She steps around him as if circling him, studying his face like she was imaging the kind of expression he might make. ]

I’d like to see what really drives you more.

[summonere]

Until next time, then.

[ He hasn't exactly hidden anything but he is a chimera of a thing, driven by strange impulses and old memories that no longer belong to him. She might find it entertaining enough. ]