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What on earth is this place... A mansion? One that looks much newer than everything around it. Why was Zack staying at a hotel when this place existed? WHY SO MANY BOTS GUARDING THIS PLACE. She tries poofing into Zack's shadow to hitch a ride.
Zack steps through the front doors, then looks around, not noticing Valencia hide in his shadow!
And settles his gaze on a massive golden bear statue that towers in the entrance, blocking his path, one whose hand seems to have several gun barrels replacing it.
"Yo. I'm... uh.... late."
It slowly tilts its head down towards him.
"....very late. But the master's expecting me."
The bear keeps looking at him, then slowly turns and starts leading him down a massive hallway. The interior of the building looks as expensive as it gets, filled with priceless art and finery!
This stuff is pretty much the cream of the crop. As if one were to look up the word "expensive" in the dictionary, and there would be pictures of these pieces of art.
Zack laughs awkwardly at the lack of response, and continues following. They pass by more and more golden bears, some of whom have various other weaponry, while some have none at all. Each, however, appear to be plated in actual gold, rather than just the color painted on.
Okay. Multiple golden bears. Who's into bears... If it's this one person, no questions asked, she'll find a way to figuratively nuke this place. And destroy it literally. 'Cause the craftsmanship is making her jealous, yet the sheer amount of it makes her want to wreck these symbols of oppressing others for their material gain. Double for the tackiness.
The red carpet that leads to her seat is about the only unoccupied space. Everywhere else there's just hundreds upon hundreds of plushies of various sorts. Mascots, cartoons, animals, you name it.
And the space NOT occupied by those, is the space around her throne, which is surrounded by sparkling gold coins, diamonds and gems. As if she was some kinda human dragon just hording them there.
"Better have an excuse this time." Sync snorts from Shaolin's lap as the entire plushie population suddenly turn their heads to look at Zack.
It takes every single ounce of her being to keep her stability in check, down to holding Zack's shadow from flickering or vibrating or acting against light sources.
"I will do my best from now on not to waste the master's time, my stuffed emperor."
Zack gives a dramatic bow.
"But... I suppose we should get the formalities out of the way. I can tell you're living in luxury, but what percentage of your taxes are going to the Empire as a whole?"
Valencia keeps track of all the entrances and exits. This is Shaolin's turf. Valencia doesn't like being outnumbered, plushies or not, and was only sent out for recon, not a solo assassination.
But deep down, the side of her that once broke loose and has since been thought dead...
It's just part of her. It's shown in the past in traces of red.
That part of her doesn't care for reason.
It just wants Shaolin dead.
Valencia tries to keep her heartbeat from pulsing the shadow.
"I don't like doing this. I'm not good at it. But the Empire's war doesn't pay for itself. And your... husband runs up a lot of bills with these things he's building for you."
There doesn't appear to be any other exits aside from the front entrance, but that doesn't necessarily mean much with Shaolin's power.
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Ha, the war is bleeding out the Empire... Just as she thought.
And man, did Sync sound weird for a moment there. And really talking as Shaolin's mouth piece. Using "I" and not... Master or something like that. It's moments like these that make Valencia wonder if Shaolin deals with fatigue like she does when she controls too many complex entities at once. From her observation, Shaolin at least lets Sync run on autopilot for a time until she speaks up herself.
Valencia continues to plot and scheme. And internally fume.
That she bleeds from her people but nevermind that.
"And let me remind you that my husband doesn't build JUST for me. He's done plenty more for the Empire. If it's costing a lot, they should look closer to home. Missile eating dragons? Teleporter pads all over the place. Battle suits for A GOOD NUMBER OF SOLDIERS?"
She leans back, seeming to calm down as she stares off towards a wall.
"I've got plenty of funds. Those who are loyal to me are paid generously, and that isn't too many of them since I can rely on my own loyal army."
She means the robots and plushies.
"The rest are given enough to live off of when they behave. So. Tell me what percentage the Empire wants that I haven't already provided."
"Again. This wasn't my idea. Because of that, and the fact I like you, I'm gonna cut to the chase. Kharne has told me to negotiate, but to settle for no less then five percent."
These were just more and more reasons for Valencia to hate Shaolin. Sure, Val's willing to hear the other side out. Even look the other way for too many things. Way too many things. But Shaolin has slighted the wrong person. Harmed too many people. All with no remorse. With no mistake. There was no ambiguity on the matter.
Edward's whereabouts were an anomaly for years, but his technology ran rampant in the streets of Berlin. Valencia was willing to wager that Edward was Shaolin's husband based on this exchange, taken advantage of over the past decade. Did Edward know what he's done because of Shaolin? The lives who've been robbed? She doubted he knew what Shaolin's done to the "shop keep" he's known for moments against the woman he's known for years. If he really is Shaolin's husband, and Valencia kills her... Well, let's say Valencia's emotions aren't tempered enough at the moment to consider the consequences. She's seen him die twice. Maybe his death is a cornerstone to a stable timeline, a universal constant. Was he innocent? He's guilty of negligence.