Those who cannot do their jobs properly are to be punished for their failure to succeed. I would have thought you, of all people, would know that. It's the job of the weak to serve their superiors, and the superiors to ensure they know the cost of their failures; if Jaci wants to play pretend so badly, then who am I to say no? She can take the consequences in their place.
Unruly children must be punished for defying the order, after all; though I admit her cup of tea was passable enough. But what, for a bunch of rabble that can be replaced so easily? I could fill each of their positions in no time, and have the staff perfectly filled by tomorrow. There's no need to coddle these people.
There's no need to coddle them so, and I refuse to allow such a slight to go without due punishment.
[She wants to goad him. Oh, she wants to goad him so badly into laying a hand on her, to bring out the worst in him and give every justification to separating them for good. He really does keep calm too well, for common garbage; it's almost a shame. The sheer scandal Themida could cook up would be more than enough to evict the Rust Syndicate, and maybe even separate Corbeau from them. And what fun that would be to watch.]
And how very, very odd of you. That you're defending her actions so very fervently. I wonder just how the Rust Syndicate is run, and just how much refuse you take in.
Darling.
[Rusco stands from the table, going over to his wife who's giving him quite the blank stare for the interruption. His own eyes are deeply cold and unfeeling, and he whispers something quick in her ear; Themida sighs a put upon sigh, going to drink the rest of her teacup and put the Poke Ball away.
How inconvenient. At the very least her two Spinarak and darling Ariados return, scuttling over back to their lady and taking their place at her shoulder; the Ariados in particular seems to have something...a shattered piece of something in it's mandibles, that it passes over to Themida, who chuckles just a little too bright. It's a deep black, circular with what looks like a colored circle in the middle with some writing like music tracks...
Jacinthe's eyes widen briefly, her posture stiffening as she realizes what they've done and she has to hide a gasp--she doesn't even know which one it was, but that's...]
Oh, dear, look at the time! Seems like we've spent far too long on object lessons and and manners and etiquette. A shame; you were a very polite guest up until the very end. I almost enjoyed myself.
But you truly are an amusing one, Mr. Corbeau. [Unlike her husband, who at least said his name with respect, the prefix in front of his name almost feels mocking in the way Themida says it.] We'll have to talk again sometime. Sooner, rather than later. But until then, we'll bid you adieu; Rusco and I have a meeting to attend that we cannot miss.
Yes, please do excuse us. [Rusco bows, quite amused in his own right it seems; his wife will take her leave first, though Rusco pets the head of his Houndoom to calm him out of his usual snarling rage for the moment while he looks to Jacinthe.] Do make sure that you dole out compensation tonight; it would be rude to keep your former guests waiting for the inconvenience. Make preparations for the party next week, as well; we have several business partners coming to take part, and they are not to be disappointed.
Oh, and pumpkin...do clean your room properly, won't you? We've told you several times now. If Papa has to tell you again, we'll be the one cleaning it.
[And then, to Corbeau with that same smile and dead eyes...]
I look forward to meeting you again in time, Mr. Corbeau. Do excuse me.
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Unruly children must be punished for defying the order, after all; though I admit her cup of tea was passable enough. But what, for a bunch of rabble that can be replaced so easily? I could fill each of their positions in no time, and have the staff perfectly filled by tomorrow. There's no need to coddle these people.
There's no need to coddle them so, and I refuse to allow such a slight to go without due punishment.
[She wants to goad him. Oh, she wants to goad him so badly into laying a hand on her, to bring out the worst in him and give every justification to separating them for good. He really does keep calm too well, for common garbage; it's almost a shame. The sheer scandal Themida could cook up would be more than enough to evict the Rust Syndicate, and maybe even separate Corbeau from them. And what fun that would be to watch.]
And how very, very odd of you. That you're defending her actions so very fervently. I wonder just how the Rust Syndicate is run, and just how much refuse you take in.
Darling.
[Rusco stands from the table, going over to his wife who's giving him quite the blank stare for the interruption. His own eyes are deeply cold and unfeeling, and he whispers something quick in her ear; Themida sighs a put upon sigh, going to drink the rest of her teacup and put the Poke Ball away.
How inconvenient. At the very least her two Spinarak and darling Ariados return, scuttling over back to their lady and taking their place at her shoulder; the Ariados in particular seems to have something...a shattered piece of something in it's mandibles, that it passes over to Themida, who chuckles just a little too bright. It's a deep black, circular with what looks like a colored circle in the middle with some writing like music tracks...
Jacinthe's eyes widen briefly, her posture stiffening as she realizes what they've done and she has to hide a gasp--she doesn't even know which one it was, but that's...]
Oh, dear, look at the time! Seems like we've spent far too long on object lessons and and manners and etiquette. A shame; you were a very polite guest up until the very end. I almost enjoyed myself.
But you truly are an amusing one, Mr. Corbeau. [Unlike her husband, who at least said his name with respect, the prefix in front of his name almost feels mocking in the way Themida says it.] We'll have to talk again sometime. Sooner, rather than later. But until then, we'll bid you adieu; Rusco and I have a meeting to attend that we cannot miss.
Yes, please do excuse us. [Rusco bows, quite amused in his own right it seems; his wife will take her leave first, though Rusco pets the head of his Houndoom to calm him out of his usual snarling rage for the moment while he looks to Jacinthe.] Do make sure that you dole out compensation tonight; it would be rude to keep your former guests waiting for the inconvenience. Make preparations for the party next week, as well; we have several business partners coming to take part, and they are not to be disappointed.
Oh, and pumpkin...do clean your room properly, won't you? We've told you several times now. If Papa has to tell you again, we'll be the one cleaning it.
[And then, to Corbeau with that same smile and dead eyes...]
I look forward to meeting you again in time, Mr. Corbeau. Do excuse me.