Snippet #2366547

Fate wore a dissatisfied frown on him in the face of the rejection that the woman threw at him. Not because he wasn't expecting it, not because it put a dent in his pride, not because it would make his overall goal harder to achieve, but because it's what the others wanted to see. It was a show and nothing more. Nothing about this outcome had been surprising to Fate. In fact, he predicted her reaction rather well. Everything was going according to his plan, and nobody but himself new that.

As she prevented people from following her with a wall (Or so she thought. If he had wanted to, walls couldn't really do much against someone with the ability to teleport), he let out a "tch" as if annoyed by her retreat - as if it wasn't something he wanted in the first place. He then moved his glowing blue eyes up to Alize, as he pretended to recover his cool that he hadn't lost in the first place. "Simply means I get more time with you, Alize. After all, you're one of a kind." he chuckled. She probably knew that that meant he was going to do his best to get back at her. And he would, not out of anger, but out of boredom. While he wasn't manipulating events, it was always fun to do what he could to screw with her. Childish? Maybe. Fun? Sure. Necessary? Absolutely.

Soon, the man cowering in the tree had spoken. A threat again, but this time, his bluff was obvious. Intentionally, maybe. Either way, it wouldn't matter to Malcolm, who now needed to make an appointment with someone else. Rin could wait, since his role in this was going to be on a temporary hold for now. He had alliances to forge and scenes to be behind. So many things to do, so little time and no room for errors. If things were to go his way, he couldn't allow any mistakes on his half or anybody else's. That's why he needed to predict events before they happened, as well as people too. Shikaku members wouldn't be hard: he had time to gauge what they would do in a given situation. Especially Dianne. Assuming things was foolish, but necessary in the case of the Chikyuu No Mirai. Playing cards was something Fate was a master at; people wouldn't be much harder. Speaking of.... he wasn't in the tree anymore - his target. He had moved on, presumably to follow Rin. Now was the time to confront him.

"I guess it's time for me to leave then. In fact, I'm already gone." with a smirk, the cards circling around him lowered their orbit to his feet and began spinning more rapidly, until Fate disappeared inside of them. He was no longer near the gathered crowd, but instead a lot closer to Rin. Not that she was his target at the moment. He set his sights for someone else, and when that man leaped to another tree, in pursuit of Rin, he tossed a charged card right at the man. Well, his shoulder, to be precise.