IC SUGGESTION BOX

[lordofthering]

A real suggestions box hanging outside of the Ringmaster's "office."
Slot takes paper letters and perhaps very small animals.

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[lordofthering]

[She looks at him grimly, and then says:]

It doesn't work that way.

[mildwildchild]

[Same terrified squeak:]

Why not?

[lordofthering]

Because we've made a deal.

[She mostly just sounds weary at the moment.]

Fae do not go back on deals.

[mildwildchild]

Why not?

[He's speaking a little more forcefully now, though he still doesn't sound angry, just...desperate. To understand why this is happening, if nothing else.]

I agreed t-to work off a debt, a-and I - I died, and went to that - whatever it was, and I hurt people and killed someone there and - isn't that enough? Why isn't that enough?!

[Whoops he's kind of crying now. Blood tears, because still a vampire. He's not particularly aware of how emotional he's getting right now, and even if he was he probably wouldn't be able to really control it.]

[lordofthering]

What does any of that have to do with me?!

[Her tone is snappish, reacting to Jamie's distress with frustration instead of sympathy.]

Contracts are a bond, and it is our nature to uphold them. I wouldn't expect a human to understand.

[mildwildchild]

I don't care what it has to do with you! This isn't just about you!

[His voice jumps up in pitch a little, taking on a shrill note. He's still mostly terrified on a deep, existential level, but there's a tiny hint of anger creeping in now, and frustration of his own at her seemingly willful inability to understand his concerns.]

Why don't you just stop dealing with humans then?!

[lordofthering]

I will do as I please.

[She snarls, crumbling his paper letter in her hand, the edges of it slowly setting aflame. She turns to leave.]

The only reasons you are even able to complain is because I will it so. I tire of this.

[And now she's leaving.]

[mildwildchild]

[Yeah okay there's definitely more anger now, even as he becomes more terrified at the snarling and paper-crumpling.]

So I'm supposed to be grateful to you or something? After you let this happen in the first place?!

[...he's still flat on his ass with blood streaming from his eyes. He is not the most impressive-looking plaintiff right now.]

[lordofthering]

[She turns back towards him, her hands on her hips.]

You should be thanking the stars that you screwed up with me instead of with someone else! There are far worse creatures out there than me!

[mildwildchild]

[He kind of doesn't know how to respond to that for a moment. He looks away, sniffles once and wipes at his eyes, smearing blood all over his face.]

Please just. Let me go home. I'm sorry for whatever it was I did, I - [He trails off and pulls his legs up to his chest, mumbling into his knees.]

I just want to go home.

[lordofthering]

I can't and I won't accommodate that.

[Some of that frustration leaves at this point, and she's going to start leaving again because this is dumb.]

Not unless you truly earn it.

[mildwildchild]

What do I have to do to earn it?

[Don't leave, Ringmaster, you're not 100% done yet so clearly he has more work to do.]

[lordofthering]

I don't know.

[She turns her back to him.]

But it'd have to be good.

[And then, suddenly, she burst into flame and vanishes.]