The ticking time bomb of a man finally blew, in a conveniently small, manageable manner. Ximon stood is ground as the other man towered furiously over him; he'd never been particularly tall to begin with, so towering wasn't overly difficult even without the righteous fury. He stood stiffly in place under the verbal and emotional assault; waited for the king to finish. Once again regretted that this was what he'd sunk to.
You could have taken advantage of the chaos, he reminded himself dully as the man went on about remains and love and passion and whatever other things caused him to act such a fool. Could have moved to tear down the monarchy once and for all.
But he'd chosen the way he had for a reason. Not just his fondness for the fallen queen, but the likelihood that the CAF was planning much the exact same thing. And Wilder was hardly an option. No, this was the best choice.
This half-broken imbecile was the best choice. Ximon kept his sigh internal.
"My apologies, your highness," he said, in regards to the furious monologue. "You would think, given my profession, speaking to the bereaved would be more of a talent of mine, but it never has been. I used technical terms, without a thought for how offensive they might seem. I wish I could say that access to her..." He cleared his throat. "Corpse. Was all I needed, for sake of both speed and lack of distress. It's obviously a very important part--arguably the most important--but there is more. I've been working it on my own, in the hopes that your highness would be as reasonable about this as you clearly are. They take time, however, and resources. The resources, obviously, I can take care of myself." As if he was so petty as to ask the king for money. What was he, a con man? "The time, however, is something that I will need you to provide. I've given Wilder enough of a headache to hold him off, but, say, were there anyone else making power grabs towards the country," he said pointedly. "Then I would be unable to assist in time.
"As for myself," Ximon said with a sigh. "As I said, my name is Ximon Fen. Necromancer, licensed, of course. I won't be so patronizing as to give you my card. When your highness looks into me, you'll find I was born here in the isles, on Macrilan, but operate primarily out of Singapore. I specialize in soul retrieval and transfer. It's a difficult and personal sort of specialization. I don't wish to be condescending, as I don't know how familiar you are with the concept or process," he added apologetically. "You seem as though you might be, given your knowledge on the nature of remnants, or 'remains,' as you put it.
"To access the queen's soul, wherever it rests, I need to familiarize myself with her remnants, more than any corporeal form she held, as you said. The life she left behind. The person she was, and hopefully will be again. Her hobbies. Beliefs. Her loves. You. Her family." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I understand and respect your desire to know nothing about me personally, your highness, but if I'm going to reach through the veil of death and steal the queen's soul back, I'm going to need to know her, you, and your family, with some degree of familiarity. Hence my assumption you would want an extremely thorough background check."
You could have taken advantage of the chaos, he reminded himself dully as the man went on about remains and love and passion and whatever other things caused him to act such a fool. Could have moved to tear down the monarchy once and for all.
But he'd chosen the way he had for a reason. Not just his fondness for the fallen queen, but the likelihood that the CAF was planning much the exact same thing. And Wilder was hardly an option. No, this was the best choice.
This half-broken imbecile was the best choice. Ximon kept his sigh internal.
"My apologies, your highness," he said, in regards to the furious monologue. "You would think, given my profession, speaking to the bereaved would be more of a talent of mine, but it never has been. I used technical terms, without a thought for how offensive they might seem. I wish I could say that access to her..." He cleared his throat. "Corpse. Was all I needed, for sake of both speed and lack of distress. It's obviously a very important part--arguably the most important--but there is more. I've been working it on my own, in the hopes that your highness would be as reasonable about this as you clearly are. They take time, however, and resources. The resources, obviously, I can take care of myself." As if he was so petty as to ask the king for money. What was he, a con man? "The time, however, is something that I will need you to provide. I've given Wilder enough of a headache to hold him off, but, say, were there anyone else making power grabs towards the country," he said pointedly. "Then I would be unable to assist in time.
"As for myself," Ximon said with a sigh. "As I said, my name is Ximon Fen. Necromancer, licensed, of course. I won't be so patronizing as to give you my card. When your highness looks into me, you'll find I was born here in the isles, on Macrilan, but operate primarily out of Singapore. I specialize in soul retrieval and transfer. It's a difficult and personal sort of specialization. I don't wish to be condescending, as I don't know how familiar you are with the concept or process," he added apologetically. "You seem as though you might be, given your knowledge on the nature of remnants, or 'remains,' as you put it.
"To access the queen's soul, wherever it rests, I need to familiarize myself with her remnants, more than any corporeal form she held, as you said. The life she left behind. The person she was, and hopefully will be again. Her hobbies. Beliefs. Her loves. You. Her family." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I understand and respect your desire to know nothing about me personally, your highness, but if I'm going to reach through the veil of death and steal the queen's soul back, I'm going to need to know her, you, and your family, with some degree of familiarity. Hence my assumption you would want an extremely thorough background check."
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