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[In the dead of night, Roa stood out from a balcony built into a mountain castle. The castle, which seemingly sprung up overnight, looked as if it were carved clean out of stone behind Roa. He was overlooking the construction of the fourth spire. Despite the fact that it was the middle of the night, the entire area was illuminated by fake light. Floating yellow orbs hung in the air over the forest, the current shift of construction workers building up what they could under Roa's supervision.

Off to the side, a blond haired young woman with her face mostly obscured by the darkness of her cloak was fletching arrows. Roa shifted his locket so viewers could see the pace of his construction. For awhile he didn't say a thing, simply raising his hands to cast more spells to illuminate the work-space. The thrum of workers below didn't cease and by far, he seemed impressed with it all.]

In my time, 'industry' was never as important as the arts and the education of the few. This is refreshing in comparison. Why, though?

[There was distinct intent in his entire reason for posting this. Was it ultimately an open-ended question? The lighting of the site was as important as was the fact that he was showing the workers, themselves.]

It must be the nature of this beast. In how many wars do you think enemy combatants are free to speak with one another so casually?

Will you show me your rage and desperation? Come--let's burn out this cycle, together.

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[ Having ignored the construction of the spires for the most part, her interest is caught suddenly by this call. It's cute how she can ignore most of the messages directed towards her, but this one sparks her interest. He has been given one? Why?

Was the Unseelie Court recognizing his power? Her power? At least the locket picks up that inhuman snarl of her's. ]

[How did he grind her patience down the last time? Was it a call to her ignorance or her weakness? Maybe he simply spat at her until she decided she wanted a fight. He could scarcely remember when he, himself, had flown into such a rage.

Instead, he went with a classic.]

Such a look? [In an almost seductive, telling voice--]

Are you in pain?

[ The mixture of what she's becoming and what she's already become makes it difficult to decipher the messages he sends her. There's purpose behind this, but what? It's not known to her and while that simply alone isn't enough to frustrated her, the man who speaks in riddles continues to taunt her so publicly. She should make a public spectacle of him, an example to all the others who have their own spires, and in the same swift motion, express fealty towards the monarchs of the Seelie court.

Not that she really desires that, but having some direction was better than none. Some purpose other than to pursue a target who can't die endlessly.

She's not in pain, though the way he phrases it makes her skin crawl. Don't try to seduce her, Roa. ]

[The goal he had in mind was simple. Arcueid Brunestud's power had to be stunted in a way. He saw it one time before and knew the limitations her mind could reflexively place on itself. It was the nature of True Ancestors to only take two courses of actions when they 'fell'. Either they would fight their bloodlust to the utmost or they would fall to it in their entirety and need to be executed.

Thankfully, Saber declared his troops would all be living, barring the deads he prepared for himself. Were Saber to shed the blood of living human beings, she would remember that rough smell of iron and the heat of it against her skin--]

Steady yourself and be ready, White Princess. I'll take that pain from you soon enough.

[He smiled sweetly, as if he truly did believe he was doing her a favor.]

And just what is your gambit, here?

Hm! Seen right through it?

[His smile maintained itself with the utmost of ease.

Roa got the reaction he wanted.]

All it amounts to is: bait.

Perhaps I do.

Though that's what you wanted, isn't it?

[She frowns.]

What sort of bait?

Fortunately, my quarry is too dense to see the true nature of my intentions, but they're just intelligent enough to understand the shallow end of my message.

[That was to say, he only really needed to plant a single seed.]

Well, lucky you, then.

Unlucky them.

[But that is the purpose, of course.]

If you need any assistance, of course, I am at your disposal.

Admittedly, in this instance, you would amount to fodder and I would lose more than I would gain.

Really, you may even enjoy it as a spectator. It's going to be quite a show!

And that may very well be flattery.

[And that...]

I haven't seen a good show in some time, I must confess.

Hm! What an odd sense of humor.

[More to his speed, though. There was definitely that.]

You'll enjoy it soon enough, then. The duel I'm looking forward to won't go unnoticed.

Is it? But perhaps I simply have a skewed sense of things.

[She tilts her head.]

I will be quite busy in the coming weeks. Perhaps you should drop me a line when it occurs, so it does not go unnoticed.

Well, it certainly does look impressive in a context like this... but really, is it necessary to do it that way? At all...? Well, whatever.

With something like that, I'm almost tempted to try and fit you in my busy schedule.

Hm! Well, I've decided to become a Baron of the local spire. I thought it would be a blight right in front of my vacation home, after all.

Feel free to march onto my territory, El Melloi. I'll teach you the terror of a magus' true battle.

Hah, I suppose I ought to congratulate you on the appointment, then. Now it's even more tempting... perhaps I ought to free up a slot, then.

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