[ic inbox] - Kaisou

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You'd ought have a good reason for calling upon me directly, Mongrel.
State your case and don't bore me--or there may be consequences.

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[ it's refreshing, to have someone who both weathers the flare of his temper and holds his head high in spite of the squall. Some men believed themselves too noble to demand the world treat them with the respect they were due--like swallowing bilgewater while being the only one trying to bail out the boat was an accomplishment. The King of Heroes had acted as he pleased and defended what was his, and the people under his banner had paid tithe in kind

(even if they were well within their rights to beg the gods to send help when he got tyrannical about what he was due--sometimes you had to bare your teeth to get a heel off of your throat when you lacked the strength on your own.) ]

If you conduct yourself to your best ability, there's not a force in the world that can make you kneel. Pride is something you build, not something you need permission to hold.

If you are the best, then you are the best. Why demure otherwise to spare people who've not worked themselves to your level? Accolades are meant to be hard-won and earned.

[ it's perhaps a roundabout way to--reassure Lycaon? that he's done the right thing. If he's as good as he is, and everything he's done is uniquely made, then no one else's opinion matters in the face of the truth.

Not even Gilgamesh's. There's nothing to be studied about the man who demands both obedience and defiance, stop trying to work that shit out with a therapist. We'd need councils worth of people with clipboards to unpack all of that baggage.]

I'm changing your rate of pay to $100 an hour until I've picked the proper contract out of my consulting folder. This token amount was chosen because small numbers are annoying and I am too busy coordinating the rest of my brother's event to put my valuable hours into sourcing six cubic feet worth of bartending related objects to be dropped at the most inconvenient point of your residence.

If you attempt to deflect me or demure again, I will make time to be certain that my point is terribly clear and unequivocable. I do not suffer noble fools.

I already have the butcher in my contacts database.

[ is that a joke? A threat? Both? Lycaon has passed some sort of trial but who knows whether that's a good thing or not. ]

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[Lycaon listens to those words, and something inside him resounds with it. A certain untamed part of him, shackled to appease those he served. Manners simply refined that wildness, he told himself. But one cannot become too complacent with that, either. A light snap of his teeth at the god who flicked his ears was merely that shackled beast sending a reminder to Lycaon himself.]

It is strange. Your advice has given me clarity, and yet it is something that I did not already know. I do pride myself on the quality of my work. Perhaps I am simply surprised that an employer other than Sir Zulius has seen that quality for what it is.

Then I will say this. I am the only one who can achieve these results. They are the sum of hours of careful crafting and extensive use of my abilities. I will let their taste speak for themselves, and I look forward to seeing your pleasant surprise at the first sip. Naturally yours will be one of a kind, where you are the only judge.

[A challenge to himself, now.

The...cube-shaped threat is ominous, indeed. Why is he getting vague memory flashbacks to his conversation with Varian? Strange time to be reminiscing... No matter.]

I will accept your rate of $100/hr until it comes time to review.

One final inquiry, if I may, Sir Gilgamesh. Do you and Mydeimos have a favoured cake flavour?