"I don't have any idea what you're talking about," Jack retorts, raising his chin. "But for your information, I wasn't born at the top. I started at the bottom and clawed my way up."
"So... as one that started at the bottom, you feel it's your turn - or right - to speak so demandingly and rudely to your servants?" for all that his tone is light as ever, there's a definite note of disapproval there in his voice, carved in the sharp edge to his smile.
"Maybe that's the difference then, between you and I. Because for all that I was born with servants, I was taught to treat them as decent human beings, who we have the honor to protect as those who've pledged their lives into our care."
A beat, before he adds mildy, "... you must be American, right?"
"Nope, that's not someplace familiar to my world."
He sighs and waits, then arches a brow. "So that's it? No snappy comeback? no defending yourself further? How dull. I was looking forward to an interesting debate on social standing and responsibility."
"No, I just don't want to play your little game," Jack answers. "If you want to call me an arrogant asshole, say it to my face and we'll hash it out from there. But don't hide it behind a smile and a lot of pretty words, so you can insult me and gloat about how wonderful your manners are at the same time. If I wanted that, I would have stayed with Goodwin."
Soft laughter met Jack's statement before Raikou cants his head to the side, utterly unperturbed by the man's statement. "You'll have to forgive me - I thought that's what I was doing. I didn't realize you wouldn't catch the message clearly unless I used crass and vulgar language."
He pauses, just long enough to lift a small cup of sake before adding lightly, "But since you bring it up, just a bit of friendly advice. Be you some celebrity or self-made 'king'... starting out here, in this place, by offending people is, quite possibly, the most moronic thing I've ever seen. Keep it up and the next time this place is overrun with demons and zombies and you'll be one of the first to die. Cheers."
And with that, he salutes with his cup and seemingly turns his attention away, russet eyes automatically seeking out Gau's familiar form.
Matt was still a girl, and he was wearing a dress, in what he'd thought was a brilliant idea, then a stupid one, then had gotten talked into.
He was also sporting rather tousled hair, but he figured no one would really notice. He could blame it on the goggles, still quite firmly in place, if he had to.
Kannagara needed to stop having parties, because every time one happened, someone important to Matt disappeared, and he only had one of those left, damn it.
Which was why he was swinging between hovering next to Elfangor and drinking everything in sight.
And it just so happens that Rin was hovering about somewhere nearby. A plate of cake in her hand, she stifled a snicker when she spotted Matt and instead walked up to him.
"Look who's here! Such a pretty dress you're wearing," she greeted him, amusement plain in her tone.
That prompted her to look at him more closely... and she couldn't help but notice just how short the dress is. It made her blush the faintest bit. After all, it was hard to shake off her upbringing, even if things like this were apparently normal and perfectly acceptable among people from her future.
She noticed his slightly faltering tone, too. "My, how long have you been stuck like this now?"
"Sure I am." He toasted her with the glass, about half ironically.
"She's been gone before." The threat hanging over all of them, wasn't it, that people who'd become so important to you could just vanish? "And she came back. Mostly okay."
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"Maybe that's the difference then, between you and I. Because for all that I was born with servants, I was taught to treat them as decent human beings, who we have the honor to protect as those who've pledged their lives into our care."
A beat, before he adds mildy, "... you must be American, right?"
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He sighs and waits, then arches a brow. "So that's it? No snappy comeback? no defending yourself further? How dull. I was looking forward to an interesting debate on social standing and responsibility."
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He pauses, just long enough to lift a small cup of sake before adding lightly, "But since you bring it up, just a bit of friendly advice. Be you some celebrity or self-made 'king'... starting out here, in this place, by offending people is, quite possibly, the most moronic thing I've ever seen. Keep it up and the next time this place is overrun with demons and zombies and you'll be one of the first to die. Cheers."
And with that, he salutes with his cup and seemingly turns his attention away, russet eyes automatically seeking out Gau's familiar form.
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He was also sporting rather tousled hair, but he figured no one would really notice. He could blame it on the goggles, still quite firmly in place, if he had to.
Kannagara needed to stop having parties, because every time one happened, someone important to Matt disappeared, and he only had one of those left, damn it.
Which was why he was swinging between hovering next to Elfangor and drinking everything in sight.
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"Look who's here! Such a pretty dress you're wearing," she greeted him, amusement plain in her tone.
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He was trying really hard to seem cheerful, joking, even. Didn't think he quite managed.
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She noticed his slightly faltering tone, too. "My, how long have you been stuck like this now?"
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Another drink was called for, and Matt snagged a glass of wine from the table, took a sip.
"I guess you saw my network post. J's gone."
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She eyed the glass of wine, but said nothing about it. "Are you dealing?"
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"She's been gone before." The threat hanging over all of them, wasn't it, that people who'd become so important to you could just vanish? "And she came back. Mostly okay."
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