[The urge split through time and space, and even in another assimilated life, he is rattled with the desire to give Lucien a lot of grief for some bizarre reason.
He crosses his arms around his staff, using it as support. His brows furrow.
He glances again at Harley and Shouxue. They are all wearing the same collar. He has two, this stupid chain, and another more familiar one. When he looks back, his lips are twisting thoughtfully.]
No... That doesn't make any sense. Father--
[He catches himself, jaw tightening.]
We're here to find a treasure. That's all there is. You seemed to find them trustworthy when you accosted them for information in the tavern, hm?
[ following his gaze - clocking the collars and then clicking his tongue. okay that makes ... sense. reaching over to flick him on the side of the head. ]
Ah. You think you're Blacksnakes. Got it. [ rude of flurry to be honest. ] You were following us? Heard some of you lot were acting up in the Armory.
[The flick gives him a short, sharp pain in his head, and he winces.
The bristling he does at the blatant accusation dies as he... thinks about... momentarily, whether he is a Blacksnake. No, he is, and he has been. He shakes his head.]
We weren't following you. We were already coming this way.
[ he looks like he momentarily feels a tiny bit of bad for causing actual real pain but just redirects to this to muttering about `following me` and `completely obsessed` rudely under his breath.
well whatever, digging in his pocket, pulling out one (1) grape and holding it out to him. ]
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He crosses his arms around his staff, using it as support. His brows furrow.
He glances again at Harley and Shouxue. They are all wearing the same collar. He has two, this stupid chain, and another more familiar one. When he looks back, his lips are twisting thoughtfully.]
No... That doesn't make any sense. Father--
[He catches himself, jaw tightening.]
We're here to find a treasure. That's all there is. You seemed to find them trustworthy when you accosted them for information in the tavern, hm?
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Ah. You think you're Blacksnakes. Got it. [ rude of flurry to be honest. ] You were following us? Heard some of you lot were acting up in the Armory.
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The bristling he does at the blatant accusation dies as he... thinks about... momentarily, whether he is a Blacksnake. No, he is, and he has been. He shakes his head.]
We weren't following you. We were already coming this way.
...You just... happened to be ahead. Is all.
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well whatever, digging in his pocket, pulling out one (1) grape and holding it out to him. ]
Something tells me you'll need this.
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He may have been a Blacksnake all his life, but he is still Viktor.]
You keep it.