4th Swan's Flight // Action

[swordofswans]

The Prince prowls the streets, a soft smile gracing his lips. Though, if one was to stop and truly take him in, the slight twist of his features might be taken in a more sinister light. Or perhaps in the lack of any light, with the absence of the pale glow that often seems to shine around his features replaced by a shadowy tinge. His lithe steps

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[action; golden district]

[pimpsaw]

[Shooter is gone. She is actually gone. Saw feels nothing torwards this, simply because she cannot. Instead, she sits against a tree, sword in her lap, and traces the many scratches and dents on the weapon with one skeletal claw. Just something to keep her mind distracted from her perpetual boredom.]

[Saw glances up without raising her head as Siegfried nears.]

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[swordofswans]

[He catches her eye idly out of the corner of his own, and subtly pivots just enough to alter his course, almost appearing ghostly as he lightly drifts over to her.]

Good evening. Were you... waiting for something, perhaps?

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[pimpsaw]

It depends on what that 'something' is.

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[swordofswans]

I see... Perhaps I could help you find this "something."

[He steps closer, tilting his head at the slightest of apparently thoughtful angles.]

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[pimpsaw]

I highly doubt you could.

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[swordofswans]

[Placatingly, perhaps too much so.] Oh, but I'd love to be of some assistance to you... Won't you let me try?

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[pimpsaw]

And if I continue to refuse?

[Action] ffff sorry about the fail ;;

[swordofswans]

Then I will be so sorely disappointed. You don't wish to do that, do you?

[It isn't a threat, merely a rhetorical question. It's obvious enough what he believes the answer should be.]

[Action] np! o/

[pimpsaw]

Clearly you have mistaken me for someone who actually cares about others' feelings.

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[swordofswans]

[He laughs, choosing words meant to charm as he takes a step nearer.]

Surely it is not a mistake. Such a beautiful young girl as you...

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[pimpsaw]

Or perhaps you have mistaken me for someone who needs the flattery.

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[swordofswans]

[He cannot understand why she is being so futile difficult, but merely shakes his head in response.]

It is not flattery. It's quite true, I assure you...

[Again, he comes closer, to the point that it might be considered uncourteous, but his eyes are pressed closed by a sweet smile, a successful attempt at charm. But of course, how effective that is remains to be seen, despite his confidence.]

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[pimpsaw]

[her only reaction is a scoff] And I assure you that I couldn't care less about disappointing you.

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[swordofswans]

[Again, a flare of frustration bringing something sharper. He doesn't ignore it, he can't- He simply acts on it.]

But, you must... you must. I am a Prince. Do you think that my heart's calling is so easily turned aside?

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[pimpsaw]

Oh? What happened to that confidence of yours? You sound desperate.

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[swordofswans]

[He... is not used to being challenged, no. His eyes narrow, a new coldness flashing briefly, but he arranges a porcelain smile.]

Certainly, I am. For you, I would do anything...

[For such a small price...]