caughtinanetwork | Voice/Action for the plaza

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Voice/Action for the plaza

[Hello, Vatheon, your resident not!murderer has a PSA for anyone interested.]

To anyone concerned with the re-occurrence of Riffael's actions, I would put your minds at ease with the news that he is dead and will no longer be able to terrorize anyone.

//Filtered to Bianca//

Miss Bianca, I have your answer, should you still desire it.

//Filtered to Cain//

I would see you, if I may. Anywhere you please is fine with me.

//Filtered to the defense force//

If you still feel it necessary to detain me, I will not argue nor fight your judgement.

[After sending what messages he had, the man set about looking for a towel and, hopefully, a new shirt to replace the bloody and slightly torn one he wore. It was only at left sleeve and along his back, but he was certain it would be an off-putting sight nonetheless.]

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[Riff takes the time between hanging up and Cain arriving to quickly change into cleaner clothes; he didn't want the bloody clothing to be his first impression.

When Cain arrives, Riff's expression softens and he smiles a bit. Even if Cain hadn't gone through it yet, Riff had seen what would happen and it made him much more appreciative of the fact his lord was there.]

Lord Cain...thank you for agreeing to meet with me.

[Cain is quite nervous and even shy of meeting Riff to a certain point. He tries to hide it behind his usual, haughty mask, but the butler knows him well, and it is possible he might see through it. He warily walks closer to Riff.]

What happened to you?

[If he sees anything, he doesn't say anything about it. It wasn't his place.]

I went home for a little while. Some things happened. I do not believe they've happened for you yet, so I do not know if I should share them.

[So Riff will keep secrets from him? Well, if it is the future, then maybe he should not know about it yet...]

I see... How did you get home?

I wish I could tell you. I was here...and then I was just there.

[He pauses because this part actually bothered him a bit, now that he thought of it.]

I did not remember this place at all when I returned. Neither of us did. It was only when I returned here that the my memories returned as well.

Oh, so you did not do anything to go there on purpose?

[He frowns.] So, should we ever go home, we will just forget our time here?

No, I did not.

[He winces slightly and looks down, memories of his last few seconds back home flashing in his mind.]

It seems that way, my lord, yes.

[He sighs.]

I truly hate being at the complete mercy of this world.

Yes, my lord.

[He went quiet a moment, thinking...debating. Finally, he stepped a little closer, eyes on his lord.]

Cain...I know things have been...complicated as of late. And I understand should you say no, but I must ask: Would it be possible to be in your service once more?

I have my freedom with mild limitations, and with my eyes and hands newly restored, I would desire nothing more than to offer their use to you.

[His gaze softens a bit but never falters.]

No matter what has happened, no matter what Riffael has said, I will always accompany you to Hell...so long as you'll have me.

[He hesitates for a moment... Last time he saw Riff at home he was cruel and mocking, hurting him and revelling in it... But this Riff in front of him... He is so much like the one he used to know... And care about...]

Maybe... Maybe I could give you a second chance... It seems you are the same Riff I always knew... Or thought I knew...

Edited 2012-11-23 04:06 (UTC)

[He bows his head, relief and sadness both filling him.]

I...I hope you do not think the last five years to be fake. They might not have meant anything to Riffael but, to me, they were all that mattered.

All I would like is to go back to that, as best we can.

[He sighs sadly. Riff was the only one who made him feel loved. At least until Mary came along, but only Riff knows everything about him.]

I-I think we can try...

[Tentatively, he reached out for Cain's face, paused, and pulled back. He wasn't quite certain if physical contact was okay yet, but wishing for it nonetheless.]

Thank you, my lord.

[Cain looks at Riff, but pulls away when he tries to touch his face. As the butler correctly assumed, the younger man is not yet ready for physical contact.]

You are welcome. Shall we go home now?

[Riff nodded.]

Of course, my lord.

Whatever you desire

Edited 2012-12-13 11:37 (UTC)

Let us go then... [And he will guide Riff back home.]

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