[Constantin is forced to deal with the duke, and Felix is forced to deal with a ballroom packed full of nobles. It's safe to say that neither of them is having a wonderful time, but what matters is that, after shaking off the obnoxious, we-must-know-everything group that takes it upon themselves to follow him around, Felix a) leaves the clean-up to a trusted few, b) makes sure the assassin is taken somewhere secure, and c) heads for the study, as promised. Constantin has probably been alone with Archimedes longer than he'd necessarily like, but ah, well. One does what one must.
But one doesn't have to like it, hence Felix's dismissive snort (ow, his nose) when he's told what, exactly, Archimedes is furiously scribbling. Of course the man would highlight his "efforts" in such a speech—and perhaps he needs to, in order to look even the slightest bit competent, but Felix wonders how much time said speech will buy him. A moon? Two? It's a necessary first step, but as Felix thinks of the incredibly long road ahead of this fool...]
Empty words. His specialty.
[He sure does like to hear himself talk! Damn! Felix approaches the desk, coming to a stop by Constantin's side as he glares down at the duke.]
Your men are holding your assassin; my men are holding them. This isn't over. [So don't try anything, least of all an escape, his tone implies—but when Archimedes, smooth dastard, attempts to respond, Felix shifts his attention back to Constantin. Hey. Hi. Thank the Goddess that face is back to normal.] What will his speech cover?
[Aka: What are you making him write? Maybe he should write to the Priestess, next... something along the lines of, "Dear Priestess, I did done fuck up real bad"...]
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But one doesn't have to like it, hence Felix's dismissive snort (ow, his nose) when he's told what, exactly, Archimedes is furiously scribbling. Of course the man would highlight his "efforts" in such a speech—and perhaps he needs to, in order to look even the slightest bit competent, but Felix wonders how much time said speech will buy him. A moon? Two? It's a necessary first step, but as Felix thinks of the incredibly long road ahead of this fool...]
Empty words. His specialty.
[He sure does like to hear himself talk! Damn! Felix approaches the desk, coming to a stop by Constantin's side as he glares down at the duke.]
Your men are holding your assassin; my men are holding them. This isn't over. [So don't try anything, least of all an escape, his tone implies—but when Archimedes, smooth dastard, attempts to respond, Felix shifts his attention back to Constantin. Hey. Hi. Thank the Goddess that face is back to normal.] What will his speech cover?
[Aka: What are you making him write? Maybe he should write to the Priestess, next... something along the lines of, "Dear Priestess, I did done fuck up real bad"...]