"I'm very adaptable," Roulette agrees, his mask disappearing under a flickering array of faces, young and old, varying genders and races and hair colors, before vanishing and settling back to the three-eyed mask.
"Mm, yes. Aha doesn't enjoy it as much when I repeat a show, either, as I told Garnet when he asked if I was going to try and convince people Idrila was under a Sigonian rock next." He sees Aventurine glancing at the reflection in chains, wonders how long he spent in them. If he killed his master too.
Roulette is dearly glad that Aventurine can't see his face when Ashena smiles at him. It's been so long since he saw that smile, it was hazy in memory--he's almost glad of the mirrors for making it sharp again. He holds himself back from stepping forward to press one hand against the mirror, to see if she would pray a blessing from Gaiathra with him, but only barely. "I found the Laughter at the bottom of despair, found my way to the Tavern, and I've been a Masked Fool ever since. And for a little while longer, at least." He tips his head back, looking up at the ceiling, feeling Finality brush over him. "Until my murderer is ready to claim me properly, and Elation's claim falls away entire. It's slipping already."
"I think he must be, yes, if you mean the Boothill I met here. He has Garnet's face, his hair, his lovely teeth, but Garnet has much more flesh still. And Garnet prefers to get up close and personal--he'd never try to kill me with a gun like Boothill did." Roulette laughs. "Terribly impersonal."
"Oh, it wasn't a bribe. He was just a threat if I didn't pay back the debt of what they'd lost on the con, though they probably didn't expect a Fool to actually pay it off. But I did. They didn't know where I'd gotten the money until much later. And he certainly didn't care once he did know--darling Garnet hates Marketing Development at least as much as I do. He has such lovely plans for Oswaldo Schneider. When the leash breaks, he'll make them all pay at last." His voice goes a little distant by the end, fond and dreamy and laced with the weight of inevitability, Finality palpable on the air. "For Sigonia-IV, for Aeragan-Epharshel, for the Avgin and the Aeragans, for all the worlds and peoples they've destroyed, he'll make them pay."
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"Mm, yes. Aha doesn't enjoy it as much when I repeat a show, either, as I told Garnet when he asked if I was going to try and convince people Idrila was under a Sigonian rock next." He sees Aventurine glancing at the reflection in chains, wonders how long he spent in them. If he killed his master too.
Roulette is dearly glad that Aventurine can't see his face when Ashena smiles at him. It's been so long since he saw that smile, it was hazy in memory--he's almost glad of the mirrors for making it sharp again. He holds himself back from stepping forward to press one hand against the mirror, to see if she would pray a blessing from Gaiathra with him, but only barely. "I found the Laughter at the bottom of despair, found my way to the Tavern, and I've been a Masked Fool ever since. And for a little while longer, at least." He tips his head back, looking up at the ceiling, feeling Finality brush over him. "Until my murderer is ready to claim me properly, and Elation's claim falls away entire. It's slipping already."
"I think he must be, yes, if you mean the Boothill I met here. He has Garnet's face, his hair, his lovely teeth, but Garnet has much more flesh still. And Garnet prefers to get up close and personal--he'd never try to kill me with a gun like Boothill did." Roulette laughs. "Terribly impersonal."
"Oh, it wasn't a bribe. He was just a threat if I didn't pay back the debt of what they'd lost on the con, though they probably didn't expect a Fool to actually pay it off. But I did. They didn't know where I'd gotten the money until much later. And he certainly didn't care once he did know--darling Garnet hates Marketing Development at least as much as I do. He has such lovely plans for Oswaldo Schneider. When the leash breaks, he'll make them all pay at last." His voice goes a little distant by the end, fond and dreamy and laced with the weight of inevitability, Finality palpable on the air. "For Sigonia-IV, for Aeragan-Epharshel, for the Avgin and the Aeragans, for all the worlds and peoples they've destroyed, he'll make them pay."