Crawling into the web. [Social]

Eight was sitting in the shade of a red-white parasol, sipping at a cup of tea for a prolonged period of time with a piping, hot kettle at this sides. He had a slave at his side tending to his needs, a petite woman wrapped in a seafoam kimono with a daisy yellow sash around her waist. Obediently fanning her master, working herself to a sweat while Eight showed no concern for the woman's exhaustion. He was reading an adaptation of his favorite play, Herakles. His eyes were skimming over the act where the hero would have to fight a Hydra, but at this time Julius appeared from the corner of his eye. Eight's eyes widened with joy, and waved Julius to his outdoor table.

"Julius, this is an honor. I've been meaning to speak to you. Is there anything that my servant can get for you?" He implied that this woman was simply a maid to the magician. This was one of the few times he was without any real back up behind him, no loyal bodyguards, no dalia, no Jynx. Should Julius make any reasonable request, he would beckon to the slave to have it arranged, regardless of how long it would take, but laughing off any unreasonable ones.

"I was always felt that it was important to reveal ones sleeves before asking another to do so. I've come to the festival to join Kogata because I need their information resources to find a slave owner I have to kill."

As luck would have it Julius would soon stumble upon him, Eight was with some woman who was fanning him when he was waved over by Eight. Smiling as he approached Julius would move the chair out from under the table with his stave. "The Honour is all mine, Sir Eight. As long as you're offering some green tea would be lovely" Julius would reply looking at Eight when he spoke to him, then shifted his gaze to the woman who was visibly tired. Perhaps his request would allow her a break from fanning. Once the servant had run off Eight got right down to it, he had to commend his bluntness, and honestly.

"Because they have wronged you or because of competition? As for me, I did not Join the Kogata for anything less than any knowledge of possible hidden magic they kept. Though to be fully honest I came to see if they needed to be taken out with the rest of the country. I mean in complete Genocide fashion. "

Julius would remove his hat from his head showing his curly locks. The hat would be placed on the top of his stave as the stave itself rested between his legs with his left hand holding onto it. Unbuttoning the top button on his jacket he would slide the chair further under the table. He was interested to see what Eight would have to reply with. The entire time of curse he'd wear a smile and speak in a gentle manner.

The gentleman's curiosity of Eight's reasons put him on guard mentally, but the slaver did not allow this influence his disposition. Rising to his feet to properly serve Julius a portion of tea, having been drinking it himself, bowing his head graciously. "Because he owns me." After explaining his situation to Julius, he would take a sip of his own hot drink. Observing the magician indirectly, wondering if he would show compassion. "So you're interested in hidden magic?" Eight wasn't quite sure what the man was interested. "Are you speaking of magic tools or perhaps something even greater?"

Julius' beguiling tone softened the impact of the word. "You're looking to kill everyone? Does that include me? Her?" Grinning as he spoke, using some rhetoric to dig deep into this quandary. While it was alarming, but he wanted to know what the goal was, perhaps if he could somewhat align himself with Julius, Eight would be able to greatly benefit from this relationship.

Even if the man's hearing was poor, his mind was sharp. While Eight was definitely keen on treasures, he saw them as a means to an end, simply a powerful tool. Doing all this work just for some money? He'd easily make twice as much as a slaver. When he spoke to Julius, it felt as if he were communicating to a mirror, from the lexicon and the thought process.

Eight continued to listen to the wise one, trying to get whatever knowledge he could pick from his words. 'The truth of the Rukh?' He only started to use magic on his own, perhaps this would be important as a magician. 'Life magic?' Eight was aware that his own magic was a combination of life and water, but he didn't seem to quite understand the manipulation of the rukh. It was hard to grasp something greater than magic for him, but Julius seemed to speak of something concrete.

Eight was quite aware of how greed affected people, in particular, slaves. Hell, slaves are a side effect of greed. "I agree with you one-hundred percent. Even as a slaver... if I were king, I'd balance the greed of the rich with the welfare of the slaves. Slaves are human too." Something he could agree on, greed was a toxin to the world, and he wanted to payback to all the slaves who have endured. Slaves were special in his eyes.

He called to the servant with a snap of his fingers. "Please fetch the Amethyst." Eight would offer Julius a parting gift, while he intended to present him with a spear of life that he hadn't used yet, but Eight's curiosity of life magic piqued, the ooze overlord would plan to experiment with the magic weapon.

The very Guil of the man to come out right and say he was a slaver. It was disgusting, and probably the very pinnacle of greed in his opinion, to view another life a mere object worth of selling and trade. How was he to trust this man anymore? Perhaps he was not meant to? Perhaps, Julius would just have to see the man for his sins, after all, he agreed that greed was a pressing matter even though himself was one who partook within it. What did it the most for Julius was the Slaves are humans too, and all the while Julius himself had killed children and women, he felt sickened within his guy. It was as if he was infected with his Plaga wand's spell.

Julius had to remind himself to the world his Sins were greater than Eight's by a large number, morally of course if Eight was being fourth coming of course. Julius would watch Eight as he gave an order, only now did he realize the woman here was one of them, she was a slave. His left leg would start to bounce up and down as he battled with his wishes within his head nothing more at the moment but to rip the man apart, however, he had purpose and usefulness still. At least until the Clan issues were handled, perhaps even after if Eight was willing to do business properly.

"Please sir, no need to exchange gifts to buy my silence of your deals. What a man does to make a name for himself does not concern me currently. There is no reason for you to give something without exchange. Oh, that must be it, yes, well what is it you wish to gain Eight? My help with this slaver?"

His crimson hues would not look away from Eight, his face holding that harmful smiles which were his mask to his true feelings. He did not trust Eight's intention nor did he know them, he needed to be on guard just in case the man wished to try something fishy. He hoped it would not be the case here as the tea was great, just not good enough to die for.

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The slaver was happy to give the Amethyst Longsword and some money in exchange for goodwill. Perhaps Eight would need his assistance during their stay in Kina, or if perhaps the Kogata clan were to betray them, Julius might favor helping Eight over the Kogata clan. However it seemed as if Julius was not keen on keeping a tab, a man who couldn't simply receive a gift.

The thumping of Julius' leg was noticeable to him, but he couldn't pinpoint the cause of the habit. "Silence? No sir, I'm not ashamed of being a slaver even if the majority of the world abhors it. I would not be where I am today, had it not been for being a slave." He paused processing the rest of the words. "Dealing with the cause of my slavery... is very personal to me. But you say you wish to destroy the world, correct? Well, I suppose I need to handle some similar business in Reim. My parents were born Fanalis slaves, escaping and joining the Fanalis Corp, only to once again be caught, never rescued, leaving them to return to slaves once more. Perhaps we could help each other here?"

A few moments later, the maid returned with the blade, lifting it with both hands. She performs a curtsy, presenting the weapon to Julius with her head bowed. There was a satchel in her hands, evidently full of huang as a secondary gift. "I have plenty of work to do. I do hope we can possibly meet up in Reim after our business in Kina. Feel free to stay but I have plenty of work to finish, so I will be tied up."