Gilded Cage Pt. 1

[11:40]*Dycedarg Beoulve opens the door to their much-used private suite, escorting Pliskin, Jeb, and Tori out to the door. Looking around at the guards, he says in his normal speaking voice "His Grace will surely your willingness to meet him halfway on his bid for the regency, Lady Ambassador. I shall take these terms to him, and with luck, we shall have a struck bargain." Looking around, he leans in and whispers in Tori's ear "I had fun, and I hope you come back again." He kissed her on the cheek. Why not? He can be bold, it's his damn house.
[11:46]*Iroquois-Pliskin stuffs his hands into his jacket pockets, already fishing out a fresh cigarette to pop into his mouth and light. He's pointedly ignoring Dycedarg and Tori's PDA grodiness, just eager to get on to what is apparently a tear between worlds that's what's been allowing them to come back and forth so easily. He's a bit drunk, and a bit tired, and would really like to go home and have a big glass of water and a sleep.
[11:49]*Tori Marie Nygma shivers when he whispers in her ear, smiling when his lips press against her cheek. She enjoys these meetups, and she knows Jeb does too. For her, they seem to be the only true distraction she has from what's happening within her. There's something wrong. Something very, very wrong, and she's not sure how long she'll last. Hopefully she and Dycedarg will make some sort of breakthrough soon... who knows what will happen if they don't. She's been able to hide how bad it's been, at least. Alcohol helps with that, strangely enough. Helps with the shaking, the physical pain, the feeling that something's trying to break through. The worst thing is that she /knows/ how unhealthy it sounds, even saying it to herself.
[11:50]*Jeb Parmalee keeps close to Tori, laughing softly when Dycedarg kisses her on the cheek. He's had fun, too! Right now, though, he can't wait to get home. He's worried about Tori, though. He knows more's going on than she's telling him or anyone else, and he's concerned over the fact that she's withholding information again.
[11:53]*Dycedarg Beoulve whispers a little more quietly "I have a lead on something miraculous. I should have at least an idea of where it is by the time you next return, if I don't hold it in my hands already. Until then, take care of yourself." He looks over at Jeb and kisses the top of his head because /his house his rules./ "You too, Jeb. Get some rest, both of you." He walks ahead to signal the guards to open the front door
[11:57]*Tori Marie Nygma is filled with hope from Dycedarg's words, and she smiles more. She has to wonder how he knew how worried she is about it currently, even with holding back everything she could tell people. Is she really that transparent? Oh well, it's still nice to have someone this concerned for her to have leads...
[11:58]*Jeb Parmalee beams when he's kissed on the top of the head. "We will, don't worry!" He watches Dycedarg walk ahead, taking Tori's hand and squeezing it.
[11:58]*Tori Marie Nygma squeezes Jeb's hand back.
[12:01]*Iroquois-Pliskin takes a long drag from his cigarette, glancing back over towards Dycedarg. "Seeya later, Dyce. Look after Simon- and I mean actually look after, you sicko." He says, while still wearing the collar the man had given him a while ago- at least he's buttoned his shirt up to try and hide it out in public. Originally, he only wore it to these gatherings, but lately he's even been wearing it when out other places, and even alone... Weird.

He heads out the front door as soon as it's open, pausing just outside to look at Jeb and Tori. "You kids want me to walk you home, or go on ahead?" He tends to walk a bit faster than most people, so he figured he should ask before blazing ahead.
[12:03]*Tori Marie Nygma grins, putting her free hand on her hip. "That would be appreciated, Iroquois~!"
[12:03]*Dycedarg Beoulve looks offended. "You say that like I would take advantage of him. Worry not, Sir Blackquill shall be in the finest of care, with nothing worse than a hangover." He walks up to him and gently puts a finger on the spot just under his shirt where the collar would hook onto a leash and fiddles with it, whispering "Are you going to be a good boy?"
[12:04]*Jeb Parmalee couldn't look happier if he tried. "We always enjoy your company, Iroquois." Then Dycedarg walks over to Iroquois, and Jeb suddenly feels very weird about watching this for some reason, though he's not entirely sure why since he can't hear the whispering. He looks away, slightly flustered.
[12:07]*Iroquois-Pliskin rolls his eyes, taking another puff. "Yeah, yeah, got it." He stiffens when Dycedarg approaches, though, only to slump(or more accurately, melt?) slightly when he feels the subtle shifting of the collar against his throat, from Dycedarg fiddling with it. He growls low, but there's something else behind it, and he nods obediently, whispering back. "I will."
[12:10]*Dycedarg Beoulve pats his shoulder and whispers "Good boy." With that, he disengages. "I shall watch over Sir Blackquill until he awakens and send him off to you. Now, I must away to my study. I would show you out the rest of the way, but work beckons once more. Be certain to drop in whenever you like!" He heads back upstairs, this time turning towards his personal study
[12:11]*Tori Marie Nygma leads Jeb over to Iroquois. "So~ shall we?"
[12:11]*Iroquois-Pliskin shivers slightly, and then regains his composure, clearing his throat. "Alright. Let's head out. I'll try to keep to your pace."
[12:14]*Jeb Parmalee nods. "Thank you!"
[12:14]*Tori Marie Nygma starts walking away, still hand in hand with Jeb.
[12:19]*Iroquois-Pliskin keeps to their pace, roughly, but a bit ahead. Leading the way, it's a bit of a long walk out to where they're able to pass from Ivalice. The place where they can pass through is like some sort of dimensional tear, hard to see if you don't know where to look, and it's located just past the treeline in a wooded area a bit away from the castle.

They arrive, and then Pliskin stops, looking around. He... can't actually locate the tear. "... Okay, hang on, this is the place, right? I mean, I know the lighting's different, but I'm pretty sure this is the same spot."
[12:19]*Dycedarg Beoulve collapses into his chair, sighing. Not that he didn't have fun, but coming back in here was just frustrating. At this rate, all his effort in securing Tori's loyalty would be for naught. He would just have to hope that his lead on a Holy Stone would be enough to protect Tori.
[12:21]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( DYCEDARG NO ))
[12:22]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( ONE OF THOSE THINGS WOULD JUST MAKE IT WORSE ))
[12:22]Dycedarg Beoulve: ((WELL HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT))
[12:23]*Tori Marie Nygma stares at Iroquois. "What...? Yes, this is where it is." Her tone sounds like the tone of someone one step away from freaking out. "/Why/?"
[12:23]Iroquois-Pliskin: Well... do you see the thing??
[12:23]*Dycedarg Beoulve chuckles to himself. He's banking on a fairy tale repeated at him so many times he could probably use that in place of mimicking the good Professor Daravon when putting people to sleep. Such is how few options he has
[12:24]*Iroquois-Pliskin gestures slightly at the spot where the tear would be... IF tHEy hAD OnE!?
[12:24]Dycedarg Beoulve: ((sdgfadskjl;'hflf;k))
[12:24]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( HAHAHA ))
[12:26]Tori Marie Nygma: No, I don't... oh. Oh fuck. No, that's... that's not /possible/--!
[12:26]Jeb Parmalee: Where could it have gone? It wouldn't have just disappeared, right...?!
[12:27]Iroquois-Pliskin: Well... it shouldn't have been possible for it to exist in the first place, right?
[12:28]Iroquois-Pliskin: So, it closing isn't that far-fetched...
[12:28]*Iroquois-Pliskin ISN'T HELPING.
[12:31]Tori Marie Nygma: Don't /say/ that! If it isn't here anymore, we can't--!
[12:32]*Tori Marie Nygma takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. Okay, there's no use in freaking out just yet. Maybe there's another way. Yeah. She'll just close her eyes, focus on using the world-hopping ability from Twinklehaven, and--

...it doesn't work. Just like the times she's been in Murder Village, it /doesn't work/. They're /stuck here/, and who knows for how long? No... n-no, this isn't--!
[12:33]Jeb Parmalee: ...should... should we go back and tell Dycedarg about this...?
[12:33]*Jeb Parmalee holds Tori close and tries to calm her down. It'll do no good if she panics right now, even if he's wanting to himself...
[12:34]Iroquois-Pliskin: ... Tori. Calm down, it's okay. It's just... it's probably temporary. Probably.
[12:34]Iroquois-Pliskin: Look, Jeb's got a good idea.
[12:34]*Dycedarg Beoulve reaches behind him and takes out yet another book of Yin-Yang Magic, cross-referencing it with a thesis on how the Raise and Arise spells function. Perhaps he missed something, something that would help Tori before it was too late. If he doesn't, then....then...huh. He actually, genuinely feels something for this girl. That is...unusual. But irrelevant. Love, lust, or convenience, all will fall to naught if he doesn't figure this out. Perhaps the Holy Water? No, no, they tried that...
[12:34]Iroquois-Pliskin: We can go back to Dyce and he can keep us housed 'til it opens again, alright?
[12:34]Tori Marie Nygma: Yeah. Y-Yeah. Right. You're... you're both right.
[12:35]*Iroquois-Pliskin glances behind them, at the purple-black chocobo that's been with them. "... D'you wanna ride Not-Benedict back?"
[12:37]Tori Marie Nygma: That's probably a good idea. I'm... I'm really not feeling too hot right now~
[12:38]Jeb Parmalee: T-Then it's for the best that we ride him back! You shouldn't push yourself...
[12:38]Tori Marie Nygma: Heh... I'd-- I'd be fine other way, you know~
[12:42]Iroquois-Pliskin: Need help getting on the bird, Tori?
[12:43]Tori Marie Nygma: ...yeah, that would be nice.
[12:43]*Tori Marie Nygma certainly looks paler than usual.
[12:45]*Iroquois-Pliskin puts his hands under Tori's arms and very easily hefts her up, plonking her down on Blackbright's back. "There you go. Jeb, you want on too? There should be enough room. You're kinda tiny."
[12:45][Channel Description] Offshoot of the CAHniverse. An AU where Fucking Dycedarg wins, and some unfortunate souls are stuck with him forever.
[12:46]Tori Marie Nygma: Nnn... thanks, Iroquois.
[12:46]Jeb Parmalee: Yes, please! I want to be close to Tori, especially if she isn't feeling well...
[12:47]*Iroquois-Pliskin hoists Jeb up the same way, sticking him on the bird too, right behind Tori. "Alright, all good? Got your balance?"
[12:47]*Dycedarg Beoulve gets up and is flipping through yet more books. A study on Phoenix Downs and the intricacies of their function, a treatise on ghosts and skeletons, books written by revered Mystics about the similarities and differences between those /made/ undead versus those undead that rise naturally, yet MORE books written by EQUALLY revered Mystics about how ALL undead are unnatural and therefore have basic causes and effects-

He throws a book against a wall. He can't do this. Maybe he should take up smoking.
[12:48]Tori Marie Nygma: Yeah...
[12:48]*Jeb Parmalee nods. "Yes! Let's hurry."
[12:50]*Iroquois-Pliskin leads the chocobo along, able to walk at a much faster pace, and the bird easily able to keep up. The trip back is thus a bit shorter than the trip to where the tear SHOULD have been, and soon they arrive again at the gates to Beoulve Manor, Pliskin waving an arm to try and hail a guard.
[12:53]*Dycedarg Beoulve is naturally completely unaware, but one of the Knights sees him and runs over. "Is something wrong, my lord?" He sees the pale and sickly-looking Tori and gasps. "Oh, Ajora! What happened to the Lady Ambassador?"
[12:54]*Iroquois-Pliskin does his best not to sound too weird when he talks to these people. "She's not feeling well, we can't make the journey back. Could you tell Lord Dycedarg we need to request a longer stay?"
[12:55]*Tori Marie Nygma is barely able to keep consciousness at the moment, but goddamn does she try her best. She should have known that stressing herself out would cause this, but it's better than the pain, at least...
[12:59]*Dycedarg Beoulve is flipping through yet more books, trying to resist the urge to just light the whole library on fire. The Knight nods. "Of course! I will summon the Priests as well, please guide your chocobo to the front of the manor!" He takes off at a jog inside, shouting orders at other members of the Northern Sky before heading up the stairs
[13:00]*Iroquois-Pliskin nods, leading Blackbright in to the front of the manor, stopping be the doors and looking up at Tori, worry in his eyes. "Ready to get down, you two? I can, ahh... I can carry you, if you need it, Tori."
[13:01]*Tori Marie Nygma tries to catch her breath, looking up at him. "That would... would be nice. Thanks... Iroquois."
[13:01]*Jeb Parmalee couldn't look more worried if he tried. "Y-Yes, I'm ready to get down."
[13:02]*Iroquois-Pliskin grabs Jeb first, easing him down to his feet and letting go. Then he grabs Tori, shifting her around so he can hold her against his chest and shoulders, a hand under her knees and the other supporting her back.
[13:03]*Iroquois-Pliskin is technically holding her Bridal Style, but that's too heterosexual for me to call it that.
[13:04]Tori Marie Nygma: ...thanks... again...
[13:04]Iroquois-Pliskin: You don't need to thank me.
[13:05]Tori Marie Nygma: ...heh... guess not.
[13:05]Iroquois-Pliskin: Just don't worry about it. I got you.
[13:06]*Tori Marie Nygma nods slowly.
[13:06]*Jeb Parmalee watches them, only fretting more and more.
[13:09]*Dycedarg Beoulve has just calmed back down and is cross-referencing specific effects on curative magic on undead flesh and the physical process of curing the Zombie status through magic when a Knight burst into his study. He slammed his desk and shouted "I WILL IGNITE YOU IF THIS IS NOT A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH" The Knight is seemingly unperturbed and says "The Lady Ambassador has fallen ill, and her honor guard is requesting assistance!" Dycedarg's face pales and he rushes out the door of the study and barrels down the stairs. Several Northern Sky Priests arrive ahead of him, one taking ahold of Tori's face. "How are you feeling, my lady? Are you in pain? Fatigued?"
[13:11]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( "I WILL IGNITE YOU IF THIS IS NOT A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH"
"sir its a matter of life and death" ))
[13:12]Iroquois-Pliskin: D- Lord Dycedarg. I need to talk to you as soon as she's taken care of. It's important.
[13:12]*Iroquois-Pliskin struggles at not being casual
[13:13]*Tori Marie Nygma tries to swat them away, but god does it take effort. She shouldn't have stressed out, she shouldn't have given /it/ a chance to try and take her over. If she hadn't, she wouldn't be so /exhausted/ trying to fight it. "...p-please don't touch me."
[13:14]*Jeb Parmalee continues to try and remain calm.
[13:20]*Dycedarg Beoulve shouts "OUT OF MY WAY!" and grabs the Priest cradling her head and literally flings him aside, reaching into his robes and pulling out a vial of Holy Water, pouring it into Tori's mouth. "Tori! Please, Tori, focus on me! Focus on my voice!"
[13:21]*Iroquois-Pliskin watches that poor priest fly a good few feet. Wow. Dycedarg is not a terribly nice man. Not that Pliskin didn't already know that. He holds Tori very carefully, keeping her still as Dycedarg administers the vial of holy water, recognizing it after a moment from that episode with the zombie rum. "We need to get her inside to rest."
[13:22]Dycedarg Beoulve: ((I have decided that the zombie rum shall hereby be known as Red Rum, or Redrum.))
[13:22]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( im angry at you ))
[13:22]Bobby-Fulbright: ((oh my god))
[13:22]Dycedarg Beoulve: ((are you angry at me for coming up with it before you did))
[13:23]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( IM. ANGRY. AT YOU. ))
[13:23]*Tori Marie Nygma has never seen Dycedarg this panicked before. It's hard to focus on his voice when she's focusing on /that/, but... as long as she's focusing on something, that's important? Right. She gulps down the holy water being poured into her mouth.
[13:23]*Jeb Parmalee is also pretty shocked at how panicked Dycedarg seems, but supposes it makes sense. After all, Tori's in such bad shape...
[13:30]*Dycedarg Beoulve acknowledges Pliskin's words. "Let me guide you up to the master bedroom. One of you, take their chocobo to the stables!" He leaned in and rested his forehead against hers. "Tori, listen to me. Everything is going to be okay. I promise you. Everything will be okay." He kissed her forehead and rapidly led the way to his bedroom, grabbing a young chemist that is probably Quincy Blastbody, Chemist Extraordinare/Master Fuckup and dragging him along
[13:31]*Tori Marie Nygma believes him. She has to believe him. What else can she do? Lose hope now? If she does, that will just...
[13:32]*Jeb Parmalee follows Dycedarg to the best of his ability. If it means pushing his body and being out of air once they get there, well, that's just how it has to be!
[13:32]*Iroquois-Pliskin frowns a bit at the actually affectionate gestures Dycedarg is putting on. It seems genuine. Is it genuine? It might be. It's so weird seeing him this flustered. But he stays silent instead of making some sort of smart-aleck comment, and follows after Dycedarg, walking quickly, carrying Tori carefully on the way.
[13:42]*Dycedarg Beoulve opens the door to his private chambers. "Lay her on the bed! Quincy Blastbody, you will either get this woman back in stable condition or I'm making you concoct another vial of Redrum and you will chug the entire thing!"
[13:44]*Iroquois-Pliskin hurries into the bedroom and lays Tori carefully on the bed- wow, that's a nice bed. Fucking rich people. He straightens up and backs away, to give the Chemist room to work. "... Wow, harsh much?"
[13:44]*Jeb Parmalee has to catch his breath once they get to the private chambers, as predicted. He wants to say that making the poor chemist do that might be taking it a little too far, but...
[13:45]Tori Marie Nygma: ...heh... come on. Don't lose your shit over little old me, eh...? Haha...~
[13:48]*Dycedarg Beoulve takes her hand. "Nonsense, Tori. You are worth more than a hundred of Blastbody." He says this with a grin, hoping she'll get a laugh out of it
[13:49]*Tori Marie Nygma does breathe out a small, weak laugh.
[13:49]Iroquois-Pliskin: ... Wow, really though, harsh much?
[13:53]*Dycedarg Beoulve looks at Pliskin. "I will kill and /eat/ Quincy Blastbody before I let anything happen to Tori." Dr. Blastbody, for his part, looks appropriately terrified but continues his work regardless
[13:53]*Tori Marie Nygma widens her eyes a little. She didn't realize she was /that/ important to him...
[13:54]Iroquois-Pliskin: ... My God, Dyce.
[13:54]*Jeb Parmalee tries to talk through heavy pants. "D-Dycedarg... ah... I love Tori and don't want anything to happen to her either, b-but I don't think threats will solve anything...!"
[13:54]*Iroquois-Pliskin can't help but have to stifle a chuckle though. "You're scarin' the poor guy. Not exactly conducive to a productive work environment."
[13:54]Iroquois-Pliskin: I mean, you WANT him to be able to treat Tori properly, right?
[13:57]*Dycedarg Beoulve sighs and steps back. He needs to calm down. "You're right, you're right...Pliskin, let's step outside for now. I'd like to know what happened, exactly."
[13:58]Iroquois-Pliskin: Right. It's important.
[13:58]*Iroquois-Pliskin leads the way out to the hall, crossing his arms once outside the room. He sighs heavily. This is turning into a long night.
[14:00]*Dycedarg Beoulve follows and closes the door. Jeb will probably need to be with Tori right now. He immediately turns to Pliskin. "Speak plainly, Sir Pliskin. What happened?"
[14:00]Iroquois-Pliskin: It's not there anymore.
[14:01]*Iroquois-Pliskin takes a breath, frowning hard and looking... actually genuinely distressed. Even his attempt at stoicism can't hide it. "The tear, how we get here, how we get /home/... It wasn't /there/."
[14:03]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( IT JUST OCCURRED TO ME TJHAT IF DYCEDARG MARRIES TORI AND BECOMES KING ))
[14:03]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( THAT MAKES TORI ))
[14:03]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( QUEEN VICTORIA ))
[14:03]Tori Marie Nygma: ((LMFAO))
[14:06]*Dycedarg Beoulve is, plainly, shocked. But then the implications click. They are stuck in Ivalice. Dycedarg steeples his fingers. Best to make certain. "Do you mean to say that the only way by which you, or anyone, could possibly enter or exit Ivalice has simply vanished? It is truly gone?"
[14:07]*Iroquois-Pliskin uncrosses his arms, swiftly fishing another cigarette out of his jacket and lighting it. "As far as I'm aware, yeah. It wasn't there, at all, when we got there. We couldn't leave." He takes a long drag, letting it out in a ragged sigh. "We're hoping it's temporary."
[14:11]*Dycedarg Beoulve nods. "Yes, I suppose it would be best if it were temporary." He begins to slowly walk towards a wall. "It certainly would not do if you were to be stuck here, yes?" The gears are turning in his head. "You are welcome to stay here as long as you require, of course."
[14:12]*Iroquois-Pliskin is puffing that cigarette a bit faster than normal. "I'd really rather not be stuck here for too long, yeah." He says, completely unaware, for the moment, of those gears turning in that evil, bearded little head over there. "I've got important things I need to do back home. People counting on me. I can't just /stay/ here."
[14:14]*Dycedarg Beoulve takes down a map of Ivalice mounted on the wall. "I would imagine so, yes. But first, a somewhat odd question: Can you read this?"
[14:17]*Iroquois-Pliskin frowns, tilting his head at the map presented at him. "That's... kind of a non sequitor." He says, glancing between Dycedarg and the map, before looking over the letters. ...It looks like symbols he's certainly never seen before. "... No. Why?"
[14:19]*Dycedarg Beoulve points to various spots on the map. "Fovoham. Limberry. Lesalia. So you cannot read Ivalician." He puts the map back on the wall. "Tell me, are you at all familiar with the area surrounding Eagrose outside of the manor?"
[14:21]*Iroquois-Pliskin straightens up, crossing his arms, cigarette hanging from his lips. "Nnnno. I don't. Are you going somewhere with this..?"
[14:21]*Iroquois-Pliskin has an I.Q. of 180. However, he is very slow sometimes.
[14:25]*Dycedarg Beoulve smiles. It is not a good smile. "Welcome to Ivalice, Sir Pliskin. God willing, we shall be able to send you back on your way just as soon as the dimensional rift opens back up again. Until it does, however, you are more than welcome to remain as guests of the Manor..." He steps closer to Pliskin here "...because we both know you won't survive anywhere else than here."
[14:26]Tori Marie Nygma: ((FUCKING DYCEDARG *SCREAMS*))
[14:27]Dycedarg Beoulve: ((HAHAHAHAHA))
[14:30]*Iroquois-Pliskin gets it. He gets it now. He fucking gets it now, and boy he fucking wishes he didn't. He uncrosses his arms, one of his hands moving to his right hip, pushing back his blazer and showing his gun. But it's an empty threat and they both know it. Dycedarg's right... Oh, fuck, he is RIGHT. It's hitting Snake all at once- he knows NOTHING of this world. He doesn't know the lingo, he doesn't know the geography, he doesn't know the politics, he can't read the written language, he doesn't even know what's safe to eat!

In his world, being a wanted man with no home, even plopped down in some random backwoods country, wasn't that big a deal to him. He was a survivalist, he knew how to make it, no matter where he went. But none of what he knows transfers here. Fuck, absolutely none of it! And it really hits him, all at once- he's going to be literally existing at the whims of this bearded bastard. "... I'll keep that in mind."
[14:31]*Dycedarg Beoulve pats the hand that pulled his blazer aside gently and says the two words most likely to gall Iroquois Pliskin the most right now: "Good boy."
[14:32]Bobby-Fulbright: ((FUCKING. DYCEDARG.))
[14:32]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( FUCKING ))
[14:32]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( DYCEDARG ))
[14:33]*Iroquois-Pliskin sucks in breath through his teeth, baring them in a low growl, his cig clenched between them. He looks like he really wants to throttle Dycedarg right here, and right now. And that's because he does. But again... they both know it's an empty threat.
[14:35]*Dycedarg Beoulve pats his cheek and even kisses it. "Ah ah ah! No growling at your master. Be a good dog."
[14:36]Iroquois-Pliskin: ((http://33.media.tumblr.com/68ae29d5b2656767344c5cccae647a65/tumblr_mw0klceJiA1qzbqw1o1_500.gif dustin just linked this to me saying its the visual equivalent of what dycedarg is doing ))
[14:36]Tori Marie Nygma: ((FFF))
[14:37]*Iroquois-Pliskin curls his fingers into such tight fists that his knuckles immediately turn white and it's so obvious that he wants to deck this man across the face hard enough to knock his eyeballs into his ass. But he CAN'T. He can't even ARGUE. All he can do is suck it up- literally, stopping his growl short and taking a very long drag of his cigarette as he resists the urge to do something that could really fucking things up.

He needs to walk very, very carefully from now on. He can't just piss Dycedarg off and go home, anymore. "... Got it."
[14:48]*Dycedarg Beoulve pets his hair very gently, much like the prized hound he has been calling him the whole time. "Excellent. Such a smart boy~"