Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161228221619/@comment-27743663-20170115201932

Gillian looked honestly puzzled for a bit, seeming to be unable to comprehend what Drait had just said. After a few seconds of this, a grin formed on his lips, and he burst out in loud, boisterous laughter that echoed across the walls. Besides the clearly evident amusement, there was a sudden edge of haughtiness in his laugh, one that was honest  and not the portrayed he was using earlier. This effect was only increased as he rolled his head back, his entire frame shaking with mirth. This whole action continued for about half a minute before Gillian finally calmed down, wiping away a tear from his eye with a single finger, a jovial, mocking grin present on his face.

"Ants such as you truly do amuse me, Sir Drait. Perhaps you should learn to be less hypocritical and begin to practice what you are preaching. I should learn to curb my tongue? Money is keeping myself alive? Ha!! Foolishness!! A worm such as yourself is only good to serve underneath my feet!! Crushing you would be as easy as simply grinding my heel!!! I am Kikimi Chitan reborn!!!! I could slay all ants here with ease!!!!!" mocked Gillian with renowned vigor and bravado, his grin still very present on his place, a frown suddenly making its way there as his features reverted back to its neutral dullness.

"No, there is one of you here who could pose a problem. If you are to have any hope of surviving, it's best you simply do as you're told and do nothing to anger both the Gods here. If you wish to settle your insolence, we shall do it another time. A final note, do not call me Gorudo. If you are to do it again, there will be consequences. In accordance, I shall refer to you as your true name as Sir Drait and cease the demeaning titles."

Covering his mouth with a yawn, Gillian moved away from Drait, dismissing his presence entirely. He moved towards the table, looking down at the piece of paper offered by Blood.

...Fabio?

It seemed he was content to call himself under a false name. Or perhaps the documents he offered to partake in this job under the name "Blood" was false and these were the truth? Hmm. Both could be false as well. Either way, Gillian figured he'd humor the fool and keep the information to himself. All that mattered to him was if he could get the job done.

"Money is no issue, Miss Margrit. Simply to say, I have too much of it, and this is my way of tossing it aside. As for you Sir Leon, you bring up an excellent question. Is it fragile, no, quite the opposite. Is it large, that answer varies on the amount that is taken. Carrying it back will not be an issue however, do not worry about the handling. All that matters is getting to it. That is all."

Leaning back away from the table, he looked over at Elizabeth quizzically. She seemed to be enjoying herself, at the least, though he did have to wonder if that was truly the woman he had heard rumors about. Her entrance earlier seemed to suggest, but this demeanor...No matter. He was hardly one to judge on appearances based on reputation and fame. He would simply have to wait and see.

"Yes, you could call it that, I suppose. It serves little purpose to me, as it has stopped being efficient in its functions long ago. I've simply kept it around as it has amused me to see its broken state. If you so wish, I shall allow you to keep the toy. I have no issues in parting with it."

Gillian felt his eyes get droopy after addressing Elizabeth, a wave of lethargy washing over him. Here his goal was to speak less than last time, yet now he couldn't help but find himself speaking more than in his previous gallivant. What a bother. He simply wanted to stop speaking and get going. The faster it was done the faster he could pay them and leave.

"I trust those are all your questions?"