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CHARACTERS:Matsunaga Hisahide, Ana Ramir, Loki, and Masamune Date.
DATE: During the exploration times of everyone else.
WARNING: Fighting and a shitlord being a shitlord.
SUMMARY: Matsunaga meets with people that he can convince to take to the Goddess's island. He has a fight with a dragon with a peanut gallery present.

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an introduction of sorts (matsunaga, loki, ramir)

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An interesting situation that he happens to find himself in. He basically has been discussing meeting the so-called goddess of this world. While he speaks of killing her, he has no such intention. While he may not speak to do good, he is like an indifferent god. Perhaps, if the goddess is real, a worthwhile conversation awaits.

"This works out well with my plans." He announces to the two present. His head inclines in a polite greeting to a man he has not met until today. However, instead of starting to speak to him, he focuses on the one that he owes a debt to. "I wonder if you have thought about what you want from me, young miss. Do not dally too long as I am the type to forget easily."

A beat. The best introduction that he can give to the both of them. But a name is better, is it not? "I am Matsunaga Hisahide. Or Mister Owl." A name, he recalls, that Ramir finds cute.

an unfortunate encounter.

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For whatever reason, it appears that both Loki and Ramir chose to continue to remain in his company. He would have thought his nihilistic talk of before would have been enough to ward them off. "Truly, I must say that I cannot comprehend of the minds of those brought here by ALASTAIR." He muses aloud and loud enough to be heard before catching sight of the one he intended to meet at this island.

"Good day to you, good sir." Matsunaga inclines his head as he did before. His left hand remains behind his back while the his "free" hand unsheathes his usual sword. He presses forward to meet Masamune but halts.

His head tilts as he appears to remember something. He looks back over his shoulder toward the two that came with him. "That One-Eye and I have business. I ask you two not interfere as I still recall a debt I owe."

His eyes slide back toward Masamune as he waits for the two to escape the oncoming battlw. Instead, it appears that they both find a place to sit that was just out of the way. He shrugs to the dragon in an almost apologetic way, but more bemused for the circumstances that they find themselves in rather than meaning it at all.

He takes a step forward. "I had wondered if you would actually appear and with what I requested. I suppose that means that she is quite important to you? To allow your pride and actions to be so throughly crushed and manipulated?"

The hold on his blade shifts. Yes, he believes someone else's blood should spill this time. If his own should, too, well that is fine. "As soft-hearted as ever. I really do wonder what this will mean for your conquest back home when you bend to the life of one peasant girl."

His smile turns to the sharp smirk then back. "In any case, hand that ribbon over if you please." Ah, usually, he only has other warlords that know him to hear him speak like this before battle. He shall wonder and vet how the two that decided to stay shall judge his violent nature.

Peanut gallery (loki, ramir)

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"Talk about giving a hoot," it's an aside, an amusing little tidbit that he adds to himself. Ramir had done a good job of appealing to him, as Loki was generally more inclined to respond to debt and the open possibility of dubious favors. She had told Loki that he was an old man going by the name of Owl (you sort of had to be an old man to utilize a surname that stressed knowledge and wisdom in avian representation).

Not bad, Loki supposes, eying him with tactless interest.

"Mister Owl, then," he begins. "Loki of Asgard. Well-met, and all proper and appropriate pleasantries extended. I suppose you could call me your chauffeur for the day." Loki's voice is easy, hinted with a northern accent that diminishes as he continues. He'd spent too long in certain places on Midgard to care to keep hold of it (that and a few incarnations, he supposed). "Though I believe Ramir is also here for the sparkly entertainment."