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[tak_ne]

[ Controlled exterior not betraying his impatience and frustration. ]

If you are not ready, I can be of no service to you. Just because I have forever to wait does not mean I intend to waste it observing your complacent procrastination. I have seen landmass shift at a greater velocity than the manifestation of your creative inspirations.

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[gabriellightwood]

Do you mean that you literally have forever to wait?

[tak_ne]

Until somebody cuts my head off. [ Somehow his voice has a cheerful upnote despite context. He smiles charmingly. ]

[gabriellightwood]

Is that likely? Are you a warlock?

[And Gabriel remains deadly serious.]

[tak_ne]

It's very likely. They might not succeed, but many will try.

[ A chuckle. ] No. Well, not entirely. I have dabbled in alchemy. That has made me a magician of sorts to some. Alas, no. I am immortal.

[gabriellightwood]

So are warlocks.

[So, close enough, he's thinking]

[tak_ne]

Call it what you wish. [ He gives a guarded yet ostentatious bow, removing his feathered cap. ]

I am Juan Sánchez Villa-Lobos Ramírez, from Spain. And you are?

[gabriellightwood]

I'm Gabriel Lightwood, from London.

[His manner remains serious and guarded.]

[tak_ne]

Why the interest in warlocks, Mister Lightwood? [ He isn't sure if Mister is the proper title, or if the young man has some other - but it will have to do. Formality and all that. ]

[gabriellightwood]

They are some of the things we fight against.

[tak_ne]

And who, exactly, is we?

[gabriellightwood]

I probably shouldn't say.

[tak_ne]

Because you have decided I am a warlock?

To be fair, there are many beings of myth that are also immortal. All the same, caution is usually the wisest policy.

[gabriellightwood]

If you really were a warlock you'd know what I am.

[hello_pretty]

[The Kurgan's chuckle sounds a bit like rusty nails scraping sandpaper. He has Tak Ne to thank for that, but since he took his Quickening shortly thereafter, he's convinced it was a fair enough exchange.

Never expected to see his old rival alive again, though.] You always were full of pretty words, Ramirez. If you did more, and talked less, you might have had a chance at the Prize.