Post by Vincent Kammerer on Jun 21, 2015 9:13:27 GMT
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| TAGGED: | CALCIFER ROMINOFF |
| NOTES: | ohijustcan'twaittobeking |
| Vincent clapped his hands together in excitement. Yes, perfect! he had Calcifer agreeing to meeting Noah, now he just had to get the little bug boy to agree to meeting Vince's long time friend. He wanted the boy to at least go willingly, he didn't want to trick him into thinking he was working to get him to show up. That would just be annoying. “Good~. I'll set a date later on. Give us more time to catch up beforehand.” He said in a rather happy tone. This had to be one of the greatest days Vincent had had since he left wonderland. He could definitely owe that to having good company around again. Calcifer was practically family to him, they'd known each other long enough. It seemed strange to mention, so Vince wouldn't quite say it outright. However he would never in a thousand years deny how close he felt to the younger man. “Oh she is very incompetent. I honestly don't understand how she has lasted this long, if I'm perfectly honest.” Vincent said with a dramatic sigh, placing the back of his hand on his forehead. “Good good. She deserves to be roughed up a bit. What with how much I've wasted on her.” Um... You know my family... Calcifer's frown and the first sentence was enough for Vincent to want to drop the subject. But he needed some sort of information on them. After all, they were probably higher up on the food chain there. Now that he had been scared off. He straightened out his tie, his smile fading down to just a small grin. If he ever went back to Wonderland, he was going to try and take it. Knock everyone down a peg and sit his pretty little rear on the throne. “I see... Of course they can, and hopefully it doesn't lead the to an unfortunate accident.” Stupidity could get you executed. And Vincent would love to see Cal's family's collective heads roll. Maybe he was around Cal too much that he ended up absorbing some of his hatred. That and the violet haired man never liked his friend's teacher. At all. It was evident in his tone of voice that he didn't quite mean the last sentence. No he was hoping for it. When he goes back, once he's strong enough to overthrow everything and become king... he wanted to be the one to give the order. He wanted that sick satisfaction. The same kind he got watching his father die. It was sweeter than any other death he'd caused. It was gorey and beautiful, what the dark wine colored liquid pouring down the side of the platform. The motionless body. Oh how much sweeter it would be when he was the one shouting kill them. Kill them all. | |
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