battlebound | — aefenglom overflows.

[ ...Ah.

Well. There is one way to end war, he supposes. If no one's alive to tell the tale. Steak takes a long, deep drink as the man speaks and exhales, exasperated at humanity more than the man speaking, as he begins to speak about the other, uh, bloke. A term for a man, he's guessing, given the context, but not one he's heard on Tierra.

He is a Food Soul, designed for war and battle, but that doesn't exclude him from thinking that humans can be absolutely ridiculous in their endeavours for power. The changes to Palata were enough proof of that. ]

Tch. Humans such as him only care for their own greed.

[ Humans who will take advantage of the deaths of their relatives and try to use Food Souls, or try to manipulate the country to their favour, they're all shades of the same greed which drives a man who start large scale wars. ]

[ It's what he is!!

And, honestly, if she wasn't a stranger, and this wasn't a potential home for someone, he'd have his swords out now. Or at least be considering it.

As it is, he'll suffice for glaring fiercely. ]

And what the hell are you supposed to be?!

[ She has the pointed ears of an elf, sure, but he's going to turn the tables, dammit! ]

[ He'll show you some decorum, Red Wine. He'll show you some decorum right in your smug face. ]

I know where we are, bastard. I helped decorate it.

[ He is very, very aware what this place is. But Red Wine is still a bastard who needs kicking. ]

[ Well, many Food Souls do use the term Master. Steak's relationship with his Attendant was a little less heavy on the honourifics, though no less respectful. ]

He was... [ Hm. It's been a long time since he's had to describe his former Attendant. ] a good man. He cared for his home and was forward. ... He was an idiot with women.

[ In other words: He was a lot like Steak. ]

[ That sounds like a whole load of thinking Steak has never done in his life. Bad things happen, but one has to move on sooner or later or things consume.

For every Bloody Mary escaping out of the ballroom before he or Red Wine could catch the bastard, there's his Attendant finally expressing his love for madam. ... Or some good whiskey. ]

I doubt anyone cares.

[ Steak certainly doesn't. It seems like plenty of people are being generous with their alcohol intake to him.

(He can relate on the feeling of stiffness, though. He makes a better bodyguard than guest at things like this.) ]

I wanted to meet new people.

[ Honestly, bluntly. He doesn't know that many people yet, and if he's going to be stuck here, he may as well work on making some sort of life here. ]

[ It's an exercise of... Well, Steak isn't really sure, but passing the battery back and forth feels pointless. Magic in, magic out. ]

Who's defensive?!

[ He's just... angry. So angry, constantly since the Mirrorbound were freed. Snapping at this woman, no matter how absurd it might be, provides an outlet for the nameless rage gnawing at him.

It doesn't fix it, but it feels good. ]

[ This activity is already strange enough as it is, but now there's a problem. This is just great. ]

Ugh... Alright.

[ ... Nope. Nothing. He snatches it away and shakes it insistently, as though that will somehow make it work again. ]

What the hell...? This is nonsense.

[ His grip on that battery is becoming alarmingly firm. ]

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